Comet oh ye force of resistance…
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Comet oh ye force of resistance…
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Comet oh ye force of resistance…
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Back Upon The Beach
Back upon the beach from once I came the shifting grains of sand brought by the gravitates of eternal tides, the drum of a wave reminds me of all sound and the voices of all beings. Beyond my rational senses the casts from the shadows of beings, that used to be here upon earth from periodic times. Now changing again within the veil of cloaks to be still when the tide goes out, set for awhile of the daily imaginations of temporary living man and woman.
Colour.
One colour to go and we arrived the pure white light was now visible from our dimple of a hill in the wilderness reassured was our group that something or someone was waiting on the other side of the blackness we have endured for years rejoice i shouted can you feel the love from this light heading toward us i also hear trumpets Auric Beacon trumpets heralding a new realm of our senses above and beyond our own sense of time revelations will come to all who take in the wondrous acceptance of this purity behold it will soon become and salvation to all lies there within this cloud that isnt a cloud floating with other white clouds soon to welcome us stood upon this hill of hope looking upward rejoice rejoice.
The Meek Knight.
The meek knight sits in his noble high back chair, his shield rests against the smooth stone facing on the castle wall. A fire stands alight with flames higher than hell, he is hidden in this castle basement. Hidden from the crusade the gold of his shield, a standing lion appears as if animated facing this knight. A goblet full of bodied wine the knight does grip he did not take part in the religious battle this day. He thought of the men killed, succumbing to death belief and parchment. False religious reasoning all under one sky upon earth to divide and conquer, but today our knight is on strike tired of the battle.
One Colour To Go
One colour to go and we arrived, the pure white light was now visible from our dimple of a hill in the wilderness. Reassured was our group that something or someone was waiting on the other side of the blackness. We have endured for years. Rejoice I shouted can you feel the love from this light heading toward, us I also hear trumpets Auric Beacon trumpets, heralding a new realm of our senses above and beyond our own sense of time revelations will come to all who take in the wondrous acceptance of this purity behold it will soon become and salvation to all lies there within this cloud that isn’t a cloud floating with other white clouds soon to welcome us stood upon this hill of hope looking upward rejoice rejoice.
Oh God
Oh God of Astral Plane we want to know of you, we need more clues for now, in the now we are desperate. Indeed salvation is asked for in the burden of confusions and our misdeeds. We are out of control, we sit tight at night waiting for we are without hope, as the bad air creeps.
Boc Hondo An Atomic Arrival
On a cold winters day sometime ago on a curve upon the surface of earth a cosmic wheel full of colourful atoms spun to the ground…
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Hidden Planets.
Hidden planets coming in and out of view like a pulse trying to project it’s will and pursuing a formation line to existences and realities yet to be revealed. To contest the smugness of solitary earth now on its way to none existence. The world’s in waiting, yet to come new stars are busy and waiting for many skies and many sun’s with energy to grow the many life streams waiting to inhabit other worlds when all will be revealed under many new skies and many waiting to be born. Some already steering to revelations to come.
State of Mind
State of mind for this day how is it are we stable, do we make sense in a world with less oxygen than the day before, are you sitting down are you breathing, I would like to know you are being counted down to the second this second. How is it this minute, I mean this moment of spaceships and battles beyond the chair in which I sit waiting for signals of instruction and the bolt lightening from dense charged atmosphere. I’m expecting something, a being told so, it would be today, yes today, this day I go on a journey that is not for you. One must stay for another day in the second, in the minute, for on the hour. I leave they are waiting, hiding, hiding where I know not but I have been told yes, and to be still then goodbye.
Dynatron
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Judith A Stalker Is Caught…
Judith’s her name, she’s red hot. I thought you’d like to know. Straight from the sixties that’s reassuring I thought you’d like to know she’s safe, she’s predictable, I thought you’d like to know like a fender Stratocaster. I thought you’d like to know like Edgar Wallace turning in tobacco smoke. I thought you’d like to know I’m almost done I enjoyed myself with Judith you know she lives now and has a story of you. I thought they’d like to know who are they in uniforms, I thought you would like to know they are called bobbies, you must have guessed I thought you’d like to know. Knock three times if you want me, I’m ready and waiting, oh er we have flashing lights and flashbacks, who was Judith I can’t remember but you soon will respect her memory. Hello, hello, you’ve just been caught my son.