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Friday, April 24, 2015

This goes out to John

In ode to John and Dorothy 62 years of marriage
He doth cross over...

Lyrics:
The water is wide, I cannot get oer
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I

A ship there is and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim

I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
So did my love prove false to me

I reached my finger into some soft bush
Thinking the fairest flower to find
I pricked my finger to the bone
And left the fairest flower behind

Oh love be handsome and love be kind
Gay as a jewel when first it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew

Must I go bound while you go free
Must I love a man who doesn't love me
Must I be born with so little art
As to love a man who'll break my heart

When cockle shells turn silver bells
Then will my love come back to me
When roses bloom in winter's gloom
Then will my love return to meLyrics:
The water is wide, I cannot get oer
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I

A ship there is and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim

I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
So did my love prove false to me

I reached my finger into some soft bush
Thinking the fairest flower to find
I pricked my finger to the bone
And left the fairest flower behind

Oh love be handsome and love be kind
Gay as a jewel when first it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew

Must I go bound while you go free
Must I love a man who doesn't love me
Must I be born with so little art
As to love a man who'll break my heart

When cockle shells turn silver bells
Then will my love come back to me
When roses bloom in winter's gloom
Then will my love return to me

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Catch the Wind


Trying to be polite
I’Ve kept my aura tight around me full of holes
full of the sludge of wounds hidden
Programmed default is every single thing is my fault
Default is that I have no control of my mind or emotions
That my body is something to be afraid of … a ticking time bomb
Trust the expert who knows nothing about true vibrant health.
Keep small
Be polite

then I am finding freedom by imagining my aura out nine feet all around instead of eighteen inches
What liberation I feel from this idea of expanse.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Breakfast in America




The myrid of formulations within my thoughts, I seek out corruption within. Those corrupted files that have limited the collective within my frame. The beauty of a holographic Multiverse universe in all directions.


Yessterrrday....
Cellphone’Deadzone
Falling into a hole
Posey left behind in confusion until they are seen again and again
So why do I get my entertainment from seeing plots and schemes?
And idiosy of control as freedom
Free dumb
I choose this?
NOT, well...maybe somewhere \, in my soul, I find the interaction, invigorating,

Sunday, March 22, 2015

good day sunshine



I've come to the decision that the only hope for humanity is that we unify.
Listening to the news in neutral, for me, is different than when I am stuck in the collective programming. I realize that I need to reprogram my thoughts and thinking in order to have positive impact on the collective.
The main reprogramming that I need to do is my response to cruelty and blindness to the earth and its beauty.
I have to be able to reach the vibration of Love and heart before I have full access to all of the dimensions. I have to learn this. I tend to get pissed and become fanatical myself, when I see the destruction that the players of doom had planned and still plot.



I just gotta say what I think:
ISSIS is funded and trained by US black opts and they get their funding from our taxes and US military and military contractors drug trade. (Think -US occupation of Afghanistan.) oops

Could there be armies of Privatized Military Contractors, hired by the 1 percent, to assassinate potential threats to the coalition of Media, Banking, Oil, Medicine and Military Industrial complexes imbedded in every town and municipality of the USA?
Like working for the California public road system and for a privatized contractor and or DHARPA?