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I found myself sailing the blue foam
A whirlwind
Mesmerized, hypnotized, those damn eyes
Uncharted waters now
I may never come back
Hearsay of unicorns and mermaids
Count me a believer

Arriving before the dawn
In her blue just perfect
Accompanied by her catch all and back seat driver
Ready for the day, almost
A Purveyor of magical fresh brewed elixirs and wake up wraps
Their Expectations run high
Exhausted and short handed, but unbreakable
She starts the world’s day

Fortnight bag of secrets

Father draws her near

Whispering fears and regrets

Only maternal shoulders hear

Seven bells on sunday

Funeral march begins

She returns to her half life

He mourns once more, again

Soft comfort

Nestled among the hard stone

Arranged with refined grace

Blooming hues of beauty

Yearning towards the Amber gold

Cared for by mother earths blue gaze

Creating her own slice of paradise

And i saw a sea of people wrapped in safety protecting themselves from the truth. All were marching in six foot unison to the beats of illusion and lies. Swimming upstream naked and dirty i am shamed and ridiculed for my ignorance. Cries in all directions for my sanity to return to me reverberate from across this ocean of fear. Resisting to my very core, their pleads have no effect on me, for i am the sole author of this experience called life

Moving pictures disturb me

Constant barrage of fear porn

Fight or flight

I chose flight

My house is clean now

I saw spiderweb sprinkles fall from the ceiling today on to my donuts. Its just me and a 15 year old cat staring at each other now. Wondering who gonna die first. I hope that fucker dont eat me.

Spoken words hang like poisoned fruit

Forbidden realities not to be tasted

The life that could be

Rejected with pleasantries and smiles

The suffering hurts so good

Eons before the cosmic egg gave birth to the sidereal above. A thought of creation was formed. Flowing in perfect harmony, a timeless sine wave of feminine curve was imagined into the abyss of nothing.

Osculating in consensus rhythm, this thought, this idea of life, originating from which i know no name of, after countless ages returned to its source. Thought gave way to the physical as this ouroborus of creation birthed the cradle of life.

Time and space were now possible as creations womb set mans existence in motion. From the purple dawn of primordial man, down through the ages, this original thought of creation, this perfect feminine form walked by me today. She was worth the wait