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The Key word is : desert…

Go

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Gods in a Garden of Metaphors

trading secrets for anonymity

from Grammar Nazi thrusting

Mass Media and Society on

Ritalin crazed Kami Kazi's

frosted Presidential Circular Reasoning

reciting soup brain Insane

"and on and on and on we go..."

Don't blame -{him} children

its Bobby Zimmerman crowning

Hurricane Shaman

whisky dewed

along Jordan to Watch

That river flow.

Chicken pecked madness

From Attic or Basement of

Central Nervous System

an army swarming

flight

A spinning funhouse

Rhetorics glitched up on

chalk dust. Rewriting that story

as we speak, firing up A Quantum

Jump

"I've got two tickets to Paradise"

Neighbor Confusion chants

before shutting the door.

Someone please Dan these Hedges

Im lost in stories of changed names.

"I Am I Said" A neill of a Diamond

sang to an empty chair.

I'm writing this to myself to remind

this character

Of the plan to scrape

away skin and bones

{fire brimstones, and lakes wails}

P!nk and Shaman are sitting

in tree

"Im safe up high, nothing

can touch me..." They sing across

the Universe

To dance down demons

and

make breakfast for the Sun

#poetic #shamanfox #poetry

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If Perfectionism had a facelift

The snaking tail of s-s-s-society wraps around the neck of humanity’s apple tree, again and again. There is choosing and then there is believing, a perpetual lesson that we all can’t seem to agree on. The golden gates grace us despite our failings, ridiculing instead the poorly experience of our existence, plagued by internal doubt, we’re all lost here in the iris abyss, hiding in-between the holdings of flightless wings and various misunderstandings. And if perfectionism had a facelift then God would surely weigh the grief in the excess skin, we’d all drink from the well of new beginnings, calling home each time with a new face.

—- H.A. Laine | @h-a-laine

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“Home isn’t where you’re from, it’s where you find light when all grows dark.”

— Pierce Brown, Golden Son

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Damn thing actually bloomed. What a glorious little beauty. Epiphyllum Oxypetalum, or, Queen of the night.

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body & soul

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of tripartite planes

* three:

who reflect who’re reflected foremost fractal figures in fecund fugue states; prismatically, poetically tuned 

two:

who exist as 2Pi/3;  radiating spans encompassing underlying unity though partitioned triaxially, through a tonal teleios in tundra, to wit terra

one:

poised personally, pursuant to prescient, primal prompts; proof of a passion nexus to nigh, naugual nightwinds, knitting  ether

track the triad trending, traveling toward a one-pointed, (triangle-tipped) asymptotic, symbiotic ascensioning ad astra. * on a countdown of three, two, one - OM. *              dedicated to archonofdarkness & shamanfox                      *                    lebuc *

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The only impossible journey is the one

you never begin.

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إن الأعلى من الأسفل والأسفل من الأعلى Superiora de inferioribus, inferiora de superioribus English translation of the Arabic: “That which is above is from that which is below, and that which is below is from that which is above.” Beautiful Day- MINUE “For All Dreamers”

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system of the down

* no easy angst here, ‘cause tragedy befalls us all;

hearts yearn, tables turn about without warning, as surely as the new day’s dawn.

there’s no cure, & Buddha’s bromide burnishes us - as he said that all of life is…

shaken, not stirred is my faith & dismay, alternatively

in this system of the down;

bowed but unbroken is my head & will, attendantly

in God’s spirit of renown.

it’s said one day we shall see clearly, tho’ now we pay dearly for mistrust

dusting our faces, graceless, casing the spaces for crumbs, a taste

a mere pittance if you must, speaking amongst friends as are we; peace yet abounds - if we’re willing to cease & assess the times.

from these abstract thoughts to cracks in the pavement beneath our feet,

we greet most moments ever hopeful for the fullness of bliss

or some blessing to greet us, not merely buss our cheeks, lest we miss the nuance

hidden in every single chance served up & swooned over if captured;

or lamented, if the swerve happens to neglect us in our quietude;

searching for something concrete to hold on to. * 7/22 - lebuc - system of the down

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i'm dedicated to being myself and myself only, even if it means i lose the generous sheen of misery

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Mic drop!

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Let him accept others as he accepts himself, with all their and his defects, but with the addition that he will constantly aim at improving himself.

Paul Brunton

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As his mind becomes purer and his emotions come under control, his thoughts become clearer and his instincts truer. As he learns to live more and more in harmony with his higher Self, his body’s natural intuition becomes active of itself. The result is that false desires and unnatural instincts … will become weaker and weaker and fall away entirely in time.

Paul Brunton