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Once was heard a tremendous mystical creation¬†of song made firm. Thrashed was ‘one’ out of a darkness of distance of great pangs of waiting.¬†The ‘one’, being moved in awareness, was hastily insenced of the great abounding sorrow while burst-ed clear ever so quickly into the abyss of grand and bright light.



‘One’ was made rested upon sojourn of¬†daydream to grasp, to contemplate the essential understandings of gross weeping of unknown tears as witnessed gone past ages of continuous drifting. ¬†Stirred was ‘one’ of mind to heart, placed upon pedestal of matter from whence ‚Äėone‚Äô had once wandered astray in countless exasperated suffrage of time’s
life and death: A spiraling repetition through the valleys of sorrowful angst.



‘Seen’ by ‘one’ is deserving need for settlement, dominion, and hunger for dearth of peace to gain foothold from out of long shadowy vengeance and deceit borne of embattled keeping of charge. ¬†Severe are the scars of knowing formed from¬†hardened disguise of misapprehension. ‘One’ recognizes¬†desperate need for a¬†shattering of icy masks of nothingness of¬†place where still an old ‘seed’ blossoms amongst showy roses of sweetened pretense and stench of false bearing¬†where¬†thrones of manipulative drama are clothed in judgmental disposition!



Restless is desire for comfort of saddened laurels to rest upon the elemental core, as be it not still, but to¬†the contrary, as witnessed is disease of ignorance residing in seemed effigy of imitators of good reeking of false recognition and favor shared amongst deceptive de-sender‚Äôs. ¬†A myriad forgiveness follows in manner of unsaid misunderstood pain as¬†Love reigns barely at the surface‚ÄĒlacking of luster of former poetic Nature’s. ¬†And so left to hypocrisy are the ‚Äėones‚Äô called by name to the darkness‚ÄĒones made adept through display of their own secreted shamed of face‚ÄĒthe only way to see to the light of self-redemption: A face-to-face embrace of societal infused disgrace!


Admiration and honor are the crowns of forbearance forced hidden within cumbersome folds of physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual torment of unreasoned fear, as is suffered sub-sequential heinous diseases of depression caused of¬†vulgarities of unending intentionality. Suffered are the many to anxieties wrath of¬†treason,¬†of neglected equality, and corrupt negotiated understanding. Torturous, and yet curable cancers are suffered by millions in a silent loneliness! Suggestive and affected mental obsessions latched to numbness of hearts sway in global epidemic of imbalance. ¬†Abominable are the treasonous who force an¬†abandonment of ‚ÄėHoly‚Äô places of stewardship! ¬†Rendered to oblivion is consciousness‚ÄĒmade imprisioned¬†to conformity: A blatant seditious intention of false mark to fate build upon hate, where destiny be forced to purgatory of imagination’s ruin!



All who stand knowingly and willful in lawlessness are guilty of non-permissions designed to incense ‘one’ away from progressive perfection. Guilty, are they of the watcher’s eye as charged, causing great loss of intention, creativity, and production gifted in precise arrangement of¬†devotion. Guilty, of relentless self-ish abandonment of moral arrow. Guilty, of unreasoned near annihilation of instinctive education in the laws of Earth‚Äôs seasons¬†of¬†balanced perfectible plan. ¬†Guilty, of¬†shameless taking of life’s liberties, place, and passage to individuality. ¬†Guilty, of a blatant thievery of the ‘crown of worth’ born attired upon clean hearts of non-indoctrinate fate: An offense of lure to proposal of self-condemnation and failure wrought by ugly¬†scaring of blood oaths!



Sorely abused are the dictums of humanity’s laws prevalent to “love thy fellows as thyself”,
as was
¬†instituted¬†of¬†all things of matters disciplines. Life stands still unleveled by the hands of human malevolence. It must be the benevolent heart‚ÄĒthe ‘one’¬†who brings forth all things to perfectible plan of fingerprint. All are born part of ‘the one’, the messenger brought forth within the grand thought. All are held high of expectation, and to no other expectation, to change wrongs to rights!¬†¬©




Life continues a¬†bearing of scars of cruelty and enslavement in suffrage¬†of ultimate battle against possessors of un-ruled appetites of¬†‚Äėpower‚Äô in name of untrue¬†synchronism, until acknowledged is the ‘self’ of solace: A destiny¬†of unmasked standing‚ÄĒof thoughts turned toward higher frequency of intention and experience within the truth of universal mark.



Doubt not the¬†mindful¬†‘voice’ of choice! It is ‘the one’ with our own.‚ÄĒit is real‚ÄĒcalling ‘ones’¬†by name to initiate a change of heart’s remembrance¬†to moments of instinctive innocence of pure untouched¬†wonder and curiosity: A consult with the child within.¬†¬†Doubt¬†not the “God” of all duality:¬†An ‘Architect’¬†of¬†everything, everywhere, of dark and of light.¬†¬†Why would we think ourselves an exception rather than the rule of inclusion? The dangers of wrongful [indoctrinate] thought is that the past and the future can and will suck the life-energy out of the eternal now, if one wallows to long in the fallacy of despair.













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Eternal energy is all matter of living.  There is much forgotten wisdom need pass through many doors to enter through the one door of deserving . . . that which, is soul-peace.


Silence is golden.

Sweet silent solitude‚ÄĒair of sublime tranquility—‘Muse‚Äô of Love’s desire seeking attention of heart strings and ear in fervent need to give discerning understanding of moments becheeshing what comes of stories of long ago of a childhood’s journey across waters of silent reflection of intertwined storms of chaotic rhythm¬†to show the child the things of before of the things of a love so pure once been but¬†never¬†wavered. A moment come to give a child ‘called’ long ago to the ways of lessons once known, given to perpetual remembrance.

Am I of moment? ¬†A child of moment did ask. ¬†A ‚Äėmuse‚Äô within did answer, ‚ÄúYou, are¬†essence¬†of instruction—seer of great battle of wills. Step away from the left and the right of mind’s imprisonment, for there can be no more accepting questions not answered, nor¬†answers not questioned. Glorious Earth’s blood has been drank dry, her own made drunken in the drinking of precious fluids of calm and scale. ¬†Come . . . come now through unreasoned pangs of¬†darkness of realms leading nowhere.¬† Stand hence and forward at the center with unseen Masters . . . the intimates of first beginnings.

Called by names they’ve been who’ve yet to be stilled of untold pains: A¬†cumbersome tolerance¬†given to bringers of Love to the realm¬†of heavy hearts—bringers of knowledge to teach faith of move and might, entrusted to ‘see’ all things of were and still. ¬†An eye of great moment opens doors of redbloodlines forgotten of flow and mark from the dawn of standing guarded: A sacred ‘something’ of must of hidden protectorate. Eye of all moments gives keys to memory’s door to let spill freely unto now‚Äôs paths of place of forgetfulness. ¬†Walk hence in delight of grace and joy and peace within memory‚Äôs Locus of persistence. ¬†Just be but a candle giving light; a warrior through battles of I, for Love’s sake. ¬†Let wisdom be a quiet intention of the fathers’ given to all who wish to ‘see’ all things of a planned progression of dignity’s Divinity: An awe of understanding of all things of connective creative imagination.

A child of wonder wonders still upon full-grown shoulders of a wondering of questions to ask of answers unquestioned. ¬†Moment comes now full circle to life giving kindle-ment; a quelling of incessant darkness of hearts bearing history’s gross thieving. ¬†Eye of moments gives to mind life’s rhythms and reason—riches spilled ten-fold upon the souls of violets and golds. ¬†Look back not on the secreted nothingness keep-sackers—nonsensical false key-masters of ungodly and compromised logic. ¬†Only one door is right for the ones of all one.¬† ¬†All others lead to empty paths without remedy. ¬†I am awe of all moment, saith the ‚Äėmuse‚Äô. Welcome, child of mine through the door of red. Answer you must wisdom‚Äôs knocks upon blood memory.

Life is at play and ¬†is constant through moment’s conflicts of contradiction and constraints of relentless humanity’s insanity. ¬†A Judgment of thorns is now issued upon the rose of pretense, and justice of thorns‚Äô judgment is mine unto the hearts of grim; a refusal to listen and heed the words of the heart of all hearts‚ÄĒplace of offering of eye to ‚ÄėI‚Äô to ‘see’: A reason begotten of move where Queens and Kings sit on the edge of deciphers reign of patience. ¬†I, am the moments for gathering forbearance; a surrounding to further weaken the weaknesses of hegemony’s reign over the thoughts of mortals.

Oh yes child, a will begotten of attention is mine entitled glory and deserving states of awe. ¬†‘God’ . . . is all eye of moment: A humbled assurance near forsaken. ¬†Living matters are of eternal energies. ¬†There is much forgotten wisdom to be remembered and need be passed through many doors to enter the one door of deserving, that which, is the blood-door of place and peace.‚Ä̬†¬©



‚ÄúA Place Called Gratitude‚ÄĚ . . .

My favorite place apart from the world is within: A solitude of poetic silence.












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All will be taken in time’s due . . .¬†

for awe to be given in moments anew



Ride you will a rainbow bright . . .
to ‘see’ and feed upon joy’s delight



Feel time’s shift around you stir . . .
washed away will be false you were



Released are the tears that made you weary . . .
to be now courage flowing freely



All will be taken in time’s due . . .¬†

for awe to be given in moments anew



Found is fate of fourfold wishes . . .
for destiny reigns of all life’s dishes



Reap the ends of rainbow’s till . . .
a place in moment to affect your will



A Spark of light the heart moves to . . .
for future’s sake of strife be do



All will be taken in time’s due . . .

for awe to be given in moments anew ©



“Rainbows apologize for angry skies.”¬† ~Sylvia Voirol


“This is the sign of the covenant I am making between me and you and every living creature with you; a covenant for all generations to come. I have set my rainbow in the clouds to be¬†the sign of covenant between me and the earth: A covenant for all generations”.¬† ¬†[Genesis 9:12-13]








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