Tag Archive: Hope


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A repeated decision is not always a mistake.

All life presents itself in spark of seed: A masterpiece of contineous algorithms of move —to every seed is chance given to existence of eternal perpetuity.

Some, only care of the thoughts of what others may think—the some too proud to humble before greater reasoning for life’s being. The same some who do feel but refuse a responsibility to acknowledge and not accept the un-reasoned current ‘sufferings’ imposed upon the life-force—the some, who fail to ‘see’ that they are born to light of courage and inspiration for the lost of collective ‘feelings’ of darkness created of man’s illusions of choice; a fallacy of blindness to an acceptance of emptiness waiting to be filled. Some, fail to ‘see’ that fear must be seen and faced and not ignored! The only ‘monsters’ need be destroyed of this world are made in the image of man, as so are created by man! How unfortunate that some choose a “status quo” position of ‘coward’; a choice homage paid to ignorance of mortal place of fear fearing itself of truer instinctual beckoning for chance to change amiss to just!

“Hope conspires with the wind. It blows away the ‘demons’ of despair.” —Maya Angelou

“Messiah”: One who understands a meaning to his/her existence.

“You are the ‘Angel’ you’ve been waiting for! You’re here!”
—Alan Watts

We, and all sentient beings, are born to our own Universe, and therefore, we and only we are responsible for just being a truth of life by just being a truth we bring. To be a meaning is our meaning. Choices made must be our own. This is the law of all things. Forsaken must be the ‘opinions’ of fallactic entity endeavoring to change inner worlds, thusly are doing so against the laws of nature. This, being nothing more than audacity of arrogant proposal to control the outer world to their will! This, we can prevent by simply understanding humility; a human ability [power] of knowing honored place of innate nature.

Dare to peer into the abyss … ūüíę










Music is . . .

a constant . . .

the magic

of everything

Music is accidental

Music is searched

Music is revealed

Touched toned

are voices

between melody

calling . . .

calling . . .

a life bargained

for chance

after chance 

to dance

with eternity ©




You were born the wanderer’s soul. ¬†This is how you began to be whole. ¬†The stars keep dancing, and the world keeps turning. ¬†Why would you think yourself to be any different?




“Tragedy is imitation of an action that is serious, complete, and of a certain magnitude; i.e., through pity [eleos] and fear [phobos] effecting the proper purgation [catharsis] of such emotions.” ¬†









There’s a message in the music, and . . .

The Universe is the master DJ … http://pin.it/cBJVE4E







Awesome melodies for the musiclectual: ūüéľ











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Happiness is not a¬† “pursuit” as is falsely proposed by deceitful thoughts of mankind, but is the reward recognized of self-worth when the heart unites with wisdoms of intimacy [soul] centered in compassion, kindness, and giving necessary to meet the requirement of balance between the give and take of the seasons of birthright of all life.

Everything of existence exists within a perfected order.   Humanity must return to the mindset of humble acceptance; an embracing of forgotten instinctive morality of mortality.  Why would humanity so grossly think themselves the exception to given ordered place of Universal law?  An instinctive knowledge of place within the whole.

Humanity is meant to exist for experience in moments of joy gifted of an eternal now of vested personal truths that need¬†be shared to the whole for purpose of change. ¬†And everything, just as a child is disciplined for imbalance of temperment, has ill consequence to be learned and understood without provication if thoughts meant for the giving are not given toward a betterment of life for the whole. The reward for courage of unselfishness, is happiness—gratitude reaped of higher conscious accomplishment of being, and even no matter the rain of self-inflected pains of ignorance tolerated through lessons given for greater necessity’s sake.

A suffering continues, over and again, until be realized a humility gained of the broken-ness of false expectation, disillusionment, and disappointment. ¬†Humility gathers up the broken pieces to show the path to reconstruction through intimate conversation of ‘muse’ of greater ‘force’ of core being: A true who of ‘self’ found if one is brave enough to dare remove a mask of gross intention; a numbered permission to enter the ‘stage’ of altered reality of illusions of lure.

Within comes the revelations of mortification of conformity moved by evil-minded endeavor. ¬†‘Seen’ is the continuous consumption of precious wasted souls [gifts]: A punishment of tears of self-disappointment spent in ignorance and mental imprisionment of anxious torment for want of dreams deferred by stolen moments.

The greatness of mankind, the arts of emotion . . . music,¬†poetry, story-telling and writing, painting, the humanities—remembrances of histories rich in thoughts of desire for change of heart and consciousness! ¬†And if one is completely honest with the truer of ones-‘self’, it will be from these desires that mindful wisdoms naturally flow from the center of being; a balance where freedom exists. ¬†No suffered anxious ego needing constant consult of place and reason.

The more expediently humanity gets it’, the sooner the world’s children will no longer be burdened of the ‘sins’ of apathetic forefathers. ¬†And an end will surely come to the insanity of killing propagated of false ideological‚Äč claim.

Life’s adversity is a false ‘bitch’, and will continue to be so until is acknowledged that the Earth is as our glorious Mother to what souls continue to return to through her womb to complete an ‘assigned’ task. There are no exceptions! ¬†And so it is . . . to the ones who remove the mask go the rewards of a just taste of anticipation of “heaven” on Earth; a state of spiritual sight revealing the truths of worthiness—beauty reaped of perdition’s tears of persistence toward Love’s promised perfection!

Forgiven must be everything of the sleepy minds of ignorance while the awakened heart forsakes the illusion of shamed mark by showing the world a born face of imagination’s courage of creative charge!

To humanity is entrusted happiness; a responsibility of divine measure to be shared with all manner of matter! Smile we must, as we reap a gratefulness of full heart in knowledge of miracles happening upon life at every precious moment!

As much as is reconciled in the silence of redemtion by ones of broken connection, such must be repeated aloud by all, until the aloneness of angst for change is no more!

Physical, intellectual, emotional, and spiritual hungers are all equally painful.  A humbled stewardship entails human compassion to call out the suffrage of any species for what it is . . . an abomination in the sight of existence!©


“Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.” —Victor Hugo


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Every woman’s heart is deserving of ‘the fairytale’ Love. ¬†Imagine that! A belief of heart¬†worth bringing¬†forth meant¬†to just be where broken is its own kind of beautiful.



Happiness . . . to love and to be loved: A truth worth living.¬† And yet, how many earthly souls do truly¬†feel loved‚ÄĒthe ‘something’ to have without reason of¬†logic aforethought. A ‘something’ of faith. A faith of knowing. A ‘go with the flow’ mentality necessary to evolve to allow the¬†‘self’ to¬†feel the one ‘something’ that¬†is real!



She once¬† feared a listening to her own ‚Äėvoice‚Äô‚ÄĒfeared that the pains of her soul would bleed out tears of many lives hidden of words waiting to be spoken through the aloneness. She summoned a courage to¬†‚Äėunderstand‚Äô a¬†question of,¬†‚ÄėWhat has been the most important thing you have done in moments of life-times?‚Äô She already summized an answer, as she is a survivor of Love‚Äôs seemingly unfair ‘tests’ of endurance, because even after the heartache, she stilled angst for love through the scaring.



A woman’s intuition¬†is¬†sincere, and even when made ignorant¬†for a time of Love’s blinding. She¬†chooses¬†to love Love always, and even in an eternal tiring of trying. She cannot easily give up on love so wantonly desired. She will attempt discovery of means of acquire, as she¬†wills¬†a world of her own desire‚ÄĒ‚Äägiving¬†wholeheartedly to Love’s gravity of rhythm as it tares¬†down walls of distrust in unending attempt at rebuilding her¬†pieces continually falling at her feet. She waits for¬†the melting‚ÄĒthe smile that tells her he needs her. A promise of trust in his eyes that says he will never leave her. The touch of his hand in hers that says he’ll catch her when she falls. A lust for repetitive kiss of just ‘because¬†I love you’. Until the moment of betrayal comes‚ÄĒ‚Äähe lets go of her hand, he pushes her away with a pain of indifference, and kisses her with empty heart. ¬†He hears nothing at all¬†through her¬†tears lost in a seeking of Love’s seeming vain unreason. ¬†All this, she endures, waiting a time for her lust¬†of Love to make love to her like the storm ravages the ocean!



Is ‘the devil’ of mind delusional?¬†Is¬†the ‘God’ of hearts an illusion? ¬†Faith, is choice made clear in reflection of choosing direction‚ÄĒ‚Ääbe it negative thoughts of impending loss of self-worth by idiocy of mind’s hearsay, or be it positive thought for the keeping of heart¬†of¬†understanding Love’s way for growth and preservation? ¬†Is not Love a do or die challenge of worthy battle—for soul’s sake?



Perhaps, Love did design her for contentment in aloneness, if only to teach her how to breathe new air.


Perhaps, ‘something’ of the Universe desires her love for purpose as it whispers in her ear,¬†‘I am sorry for your reign of pain, as it is to be this way for sway’.



Dearest Duke: ‘Move’ your Princess wisely, or¬†lose her entirely.

Dutiful¬†Princess: ¬†Let no man give you unreason to think the unthinkable—that you, of life’s design, are not of ‘substance’. ¬†You, one given in loan for Love’s greater sake!¬† If many are un-worthy, have no doubt in your faith that many others pray you walk with love their way.



Perhaps . . . for many, love is made of the pieces left of a tired world. One must be willing to lose connections to people, places, and things that create all the noise in order for the peace of Love to flow freely from the broken pieces.



A private conversation in Love’s sway, is¬†a soul healed of a wound.



He asks: “Does Love truly exist?”

She answers: “Love is an adjective and a verb moving all matter of noun. ¬†Love, is the what of who¬†you are¬†of¬†what you do, and of what you say or don’t say or don’t do: A word of means of connection to just being. Thus, it is meaning what you seek. ¬†Love, just is‚ÄĒ‚Ääthe same as always been.”

He asks: Well, if we marry, will we ‘find’ a meaning to love?

She answers: It depends¬†on personal introspection. ¬†You won’t ‘find’ what was never lost. ¬†If you ‘find’ that there is beauty in life, then Love’s meaning is self-evident. If you keep ‘looking’ for Love as a thing to grasp, you will never ‘find’ it, because Love just is and was never lost. What you must ‘find’, is you . . . Love is there first: A way of being. Again, to just be. To love yourself first, you must dare take off the mask given you at birth by ‘systematic immorality’. ¬†You will ‘see’ and feel Love everywhere and in everything if you do this first! ¬†Once you rid yourself of the mask, you’ll want no more to hide behind it! ¬†All truths of true love’s systematic reality is revealed immediately:¬†A joy of all that is Love released from imprisonment of mindless madness!



Within simplicity of innocent heart is where Love resides.¬†No need to seek it! ¬†And even through lies of proposed mask of cruel broken-heartedness, Love remains always faithful to YOU! ¬†The one thing of life all life can be sure of is a meaning of faith: A knowing that Love’s presence resides of all things believing in YOU, and even despite¬†all else of telling to the contrary!



Q:  What is mortal sin?

A: ¬†Mortal “sin” is what it is, the sins of mortal lies and ties created by the wicked ruse-ful who knowingly and willingly¬†betray their fellow mortals: A convincing blindness assured given of mask to uncertainty and unreasonable illegitimacy of perplexing complexities¬†of¬†intentional stagnation of individual imagination’s creation of perfected evolution . . . over . . . and over . . . and over . . . and over . . . and over of each new berth unending, until each can deny no more the ‘voice’ of thought within of whisper to ‘take off the un-‘god’-ly [ugly] mask of unknowing shame’! ¬†“Sin”, is a thing of mere mortals sole un-soulful doings of choice! Nothing more than human drama and dogma¬†having nothing to do with a ‘God’ of all¬†things of true face created of love!



She‚ÄĒone of continuous counting of many sorrows is overdone with lies and contrived controls of masked mania vested in mankind’s broken promises and religious and political betrayal‚ÄĒwords of nonsensical indifference and hidden meaning professed through ungodly delusion!¬† She, comes over and over, holding her divinely given Love close to being in spite of mankind’s ‘evil’ dark intentions and inventions attempting bending of her light toward spiritual reckage!



Give her¬†simplicity and she’ll¬†be fine.¬†The Earth the beach the beach house and wine! ¬†Please take note of the sign over the entry-way door embellished with pink¬†cockle shells and clay purple turtle bells:¬†“WELCOME: NO mask of governed-mentality to ruffle your hair here! ¬†Please leave un-smart phones on the veranda chair!”


A reachable reasoned DREAM come true . . . once she saved her own ass‚ÄĒto experience love without a mask!



Love is given to hearts for the serving, yet sadly abused by the undeserving. ©










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Arc of dark-nesses . . .

surrender to rod and staff

Mortal hope ordained ©









She was a child and a wretch—fighting in the¬†spaces between. Embraced were her scars taken without fear while molded was the darkness to the light where¬†her dreams¬†appeared out of¬†pain and aloneness. ¬†¬†




“Today you are you, and that is truer than true! ¬†There is no one alive who is you-er than you.”
—Dr. Seuss
















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As faithful as the sea, always come back to me.’¬†–Eternity



Artist: Destiny Blue



A projection

of shadow

are we

onto ourselves


of life’s due affair

unfairly given

so easily to anxiety’s


of false

dark primitive lustre

And yet . . .

for every finger

pointed inward . . .

goes out

three more

to abhor



in ‘self-wrenching


of ‘self’-denial¬† . . .

’til is thusly

freely given

to humility

And perhaps

even so . . .

to circumstance

of pending just

of misconstrued ‘karma’

so transparent

as to become

the many

of life’s¬†passing


of first stubborn

unchangeable conjugation


Still . . .

no matter

how hard

is a pain

of smite

of self-indignation . . .

be ruthless anyway!

Be courageous anyway!

Call . . . it . . . out!

Fear not

shadow’s judgement

lurking about!

Meet it

face-to-face . . .

 or suffer

a vacuity

of purloined will

of place

of grace! ©


‚ÄúThe human¬†psyche is set up in accord with structures of the Universe. ¬†What happens in the macrocosm, likewise happens in the infinitesimal and most subjective reaches of the psyche.”¬†‚ÄĒCarl G. Jung

Pass no ‘blame’ upon youself, only Introspection, in¬†attempt to¬†still ‘self’-loathing: A ‘God’-given purpose of move! ¬†The world is changed with and without you! Everyone is given¬†chance¬†at¬†changing the world by just having the courage to be the change from within.

Getting your halo dirty¬†is a¬†must—if only to earn¬†grace;¬†an unmerited favor of Divine¬†manifest waiting where released are vulnerabilities [demons] of indoctrinate confrontation between the mind and the heart.¬† Stand naked together they must of will—the Atom and Eve of contradiction—put before the eye of the Soul—no matter nay sayers of other will’s intent. ‘See’, transform, wear the¬†scars earned of Earthly perdition as the singef wings given to be! ¬†

I swear I heard the ocean whisper, ‘I love you’. ūüíô



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“According to Hesiod, when Prometheus stole fire from heaven, Zeus took vengeance by presenting Pandora to Prometheus’ brother Epimetheus. Pandora opens a ‘jar’ containing death and many other evils which were released into the world. ¬†She hastened to close the container, but the whole contents had escaped except for one thing that lay at the bottom ‚Äď Elpis:¬†translated as “Hope” . . . though it could also mean “Expectation”.

Perception of mind [choice] is everything.

  1. Source:¬†https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pandora’s_box

Actually, it was “Pandora’s Jar”





FACT: Wordy dogma and meaningless display of drama of politics and religion are¬†obligated toward contrived ‘rituals’ of lies and ties based in negativity of thoughts given to illusionary and delusional mentality—historically and repeatedly sworn-in to,¬† are the “brain-washings” to solemn oaths of conformed duty to convince the world in ‘ideals’ based in fallacy—‘evils’ battling ‘evils’ to no positive¬†ends. ¬†In reality, these ideals are only¬†suggested mind-sets¬†toward¬†‘it is what it is’¬†indoctrinate ‘systems’ created to command¬†the masses—thoughts¬†steeped in¬†absurdities of assumption built upon secular societal ill-gotten gains: An utterance of perfected imperfection to human ignorance.


It has never been, “good battling evil”, as has always been¬†suggested. ¬†In fact, good has no need to battle. Good, has only obligation to live and let live, to just be of life, and gives rightful protections to all life—the very human¬†need which¬†‘evil’ does so apathetically usurp¬†from millions upon millions of life’s forms of magnificence, while offering negativity and destruction of minds, imaginations, and souls. Given of ‘evil’ of men, is great misery in attempts based¬†in unreasoned causation of depletion of intentional energies of progression. ¬†We, the supposed proposed blinded minions for¬†‘evil’ intent, are the mere pawns of battles between ‘evils’ as we are used to feed the greed of ‘the beast’ of¬†false ego: An ‘implanted’ desire toward nonsensical materialistic ¬†consumerism! ¬†ALL life battles constantly for survival against these ‘evils’ upon ‘evil’, upon even more ‘evil’, and still more ‘evil’ . . . to ends of continuance of living under the thumb of¬†‘evil’-minded mankind, until eventually comes the¬†inevitable outcome of implosion of ‘self’-worth … of soul’s energy … of imagination … of individuality, until all life form is profoundly usurped!¬†



Man-made ‚Äėtime‚Äô has come full circle again existing only for¬†control sake: A ‚Äėtime‚Äô of continuance of obligation to fear the idiocy of ‚Äėevil‚Äô‚ÄĒthe same psychosomatic state of life that has been from moments immemorial.¬† And again, it is imperative of moments of now¬†of existence to turn true inner glory¬†from it! If ‚Äėevil‚Äô no longer has such firm grip on souls at its disposal to drain in support of wicked apathetic destruction, then stands to reason that it will eventually, in terms of man‚Äôs ‚Äėtime‚Äô, fade away! THIS¬†. . . is humanity‚Äôs sworn oath of duty in given moments . . . to simply be compassionate sentient beings for the good of awe for all. ¬†Each life is a drop of love’s antidote given upon the pains created of ‚Äėevil‚Äô minds. ¬†To ‚Äėbattle‚Äô is to destroy ‚Äėthe beast‚Äô forced to dwell within the very cells¬†of mankind‚ÄĒ6 protons, 6 electrons, 6 neutrons‚ÄĒshared in union with a¬†primitive selfish ego fed from birth into an indoctrination of conformity.¬† Humanity,¬†must¬†firstly acknowledge this truth, thusly to become once again¬†humble to the greater power of ourselves¬† . . . that which, is¬†Love. Ours is obligation to honor of place of near forgotten awareness¬†of blood ancestry:¬†A homage to be paid¬†to sacred connective ‘spirits’ far too¬†long denied dignity of worth!



Let ‘evil’ feed upon itself¬†when no longer is given unworthy, undue, and undeserved attentions of human thought, until at last it be consumed to the nothingness from whence it came! Only when this does occur from out of¬†humanity’s soul, will peace be realized of the life-force as was come¬†from first intention of of light.



What’s in the blood, is the only way out! Create your own world without branding, and with all heart of imagination, give your ‚Äėself‚Äô fully unto it, for what good is sown from within, will joy be reaped outward!¬†¬©




To ‘experience’ is a birthright. ¬†Learn to re-learn by tossing the magic given of ‘self’¬†unto the heavens from whence it came. ¬† Let the returning light shine on the¬†truths of heart [wisdoms]: A¬†way of disposal of¬†illusions offered of¬†dark-hearted selfishness derived¬†of wicked-minded men.



CURIOSITY: Love of Life: An UN-branding of branded conformity.



‘G.O.D.’ :: Gaining One’s Definition











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moon_moonlight_pale_219754(unknown photographer: free range image: Google Search: Moon)

Many times I did enter the realm of midnight fair of air of Zana‚Äės garden.¬† A place of billowing peace painted of enchantment; an unending diversity of plumage: A menagerie of flora and fauna releasing Nature’s drug, euphoria, upon me at first deep hypnotic breath.



I am at once rendered calm—moved away from¬†life’s dark-sighted anxieties¬† of due affairs of tormented spirit while swayed of tire as Zana’s garden welcomes my secret¬†tears to cleanse and cure: A peace is given to open heart’s door¬†to rest.



I sit in moment upon nestled¬†caress—senses lulled in awe of flaming hibiscus and out stretched arms of comforting bended palm. ¬†My nostrils fill with¬†intoxication of warmed summer breezes of sweet earthly delight of flowering blooms singing whisperings¬†of strength to vanquish¬†silent mournful illusion.



On this night, a full moon gently gleans the night sky reaching to touch¬†my soul in quiet quiescent delight. ¬†Zana’s garden does somehow know it is¬†peace and comfort I seek: A peace graciously given in unselfish Love’s language of lush and ‘Godly’ bonding. ‚ďí




Embrace the intimacy of cosmic rapture to feel Love’s native tongue.



A message is spoken¬†of Love‚Äôs tongue,¬†‘Your¬†deepest fear is not the¬†sense of confined false inadequacy, but of how powerful beyond measure is your power.¬† It is the light of heart within¬†that most frightens you, and not the darkness of tormented mind.’



NATURE: The inborn forces of light and dark: A realization of awakened being: A place of transitional euphoric-agony of joy and pain calling: A recognition of connection of truth in just taste of ‘godliness’: A mind ensensed of Universal mastery and self-love’s place within the moving canvas: A constant dance toward infinite change.


The ‘something’ that we feel, is real. ūüíę

¬†*NOTE: The original name given to this song is “Goodbye Forever”.







African (Pock) Ironwood

African (Pock) Ironwood

A menagerie of aroma rose from the garden called Eden, where overwhelmed was the young and spirited, beautiful girl, so named, ‘Eve’. Eve could feel the strength of the full-grown great white ironwood citrus tree against her soft flesh. ¬†In her Divine nakedness, Eve closed her eyes to receive and relish in intoxication of invisible¬† sweet balmy breezes of mid-May air move through her long thick shimmering black hair. ¬†The scent of bitter-sweet citrus moved her senses—taking her to realms she had not until this moment experienced. ¬†As ‘Eve’ allowed the massage of air brush her deep-dark skin, she became entranced to unawareness of sounds made of an entity making its way down from out of the canopy of the Ironwood where she stood. ¬†Eve closed her eyes as she stretched upward, taking in a long deep breath of enchanting citrus. ¬†Upon opening her eyes, ‘Eve’ then did see the large looming figure of color; yellows and greens, and blacks and reds: A creature of menacing glean of purposeful intent that did paralyze Eve as she became incensed of fear as she made the grave mistake of gazing into the creature’s eyes; an insured hypnotic spell had been caste.



The large and formidable figure of the serpent did take great lustful pleasure in its triumph of overcoming Eve‚Äôs innocence as it moved ever slowly toward her. ¬†Even in her trance, Eve did know the serpent’s visit was intentional. She felt the silky-soft yet heavy and cold movements of the serpent’s large head move across her right shoulder as it slithered its way between her breasts—stimulating within her a newfound and yet unknown emotion; a pleasure of the flesh.



The serpent gently moved its body of cold matter further toward Eve‚Äôs warmed abdomen, meeting the softness of her feminine frame. ¬†In her trance of mortal spell, Eve felt enumerable waves of pleasure in conscious abandonment of self-control as she succumbed to passions of the flesh. ¬†In preying upon Eve’s vulnerable young feminine inclinations, the serpent took great satisfaction in presumption of belief that it had beguiled Eve‚Äôs divine nature‚ÄĒthoughts given to presumed ‘sin’-ful and insatiable mortal feeling intent on defaming an eternal promise of intellect, truth, and evolution: A supposed ‘s i n’ of physical, mental, and spiritual legacy did the figure of a serpent mean¬†to make placement upon Eve‚Äôs Holy virtue—one of malevolent untruth of “mortal sin” of flesh and blood of¬†physical experience. ¬†The serpent did so name such ‘sin’ . . . guilt. The serpent had assumed a corruption now lay waste Love‚Äôs essence. ¬†This, the serpent did to accomplish purposeful self-justification; an envious coward’s move¬†to disgrace humanity’s intellectual mentality; a beauty of intuition come of entropy’s¬†force of true intent. Indeed, unbeknown-st to the wicked ruse of a serpent was woman’s privileged beginnings; a private¬†intention of higher purpose which did dispelled a deceit of unjust affair. ¬†Love, being Eve‚Äôs begotten nature, can be tormented of vulnerability, but¬†a woman’s will of heart will never betray a loyalty of responsibility to Love through a disparity of¬†self-disrespect in purpose.



The genius of beauty—that which is of the feminine, remains as intended for preservation of Love to reign eternal, mortal, and immortal; a bearing of spiritual essence of expression and Universal form of intent. ¬†The serpent of malicious favor¬†was the one who was tempted, and thus rendered riled and unable to resist Eve‚Äôs ‘powers’ of innocence, beauty, and seduction¬†of a¬†nature imagined and achieved of a ‚ÄėGod‚Äô of perfective Love. ¬†The serpent, by way of ignorant arrogance and self-assured willful self-professed godliness, was the one who was unaware of its own imperfection, and thusly become perpetually angered and tempered toward the ‚ÄėGod‚Äô of Love and all manner of creation made of Love, and so did chose to be unreflective of the things of equality in¬†all things created of devotion to Love. ¬†The serpent did so vow to curse and make all malevolence in attempt to usurp life and light for all moment, and for as long as humanity remained in boundary of given place, because malevolence refused to acknowledge a humility of benevolence; a power greater than itself. ¬†An¬†idea of dis-harmony did reign in the minds of men thereafter: A continuance of a darkness of false unworthiness of heart, mind, and spirit. ¬†Until a moment mankind did gather back all their pieces and arranged them differently¬†aside of¬†what the serpent of chaos had so wickedly proposed. ¬©



A liar can never have last word over Love’s will, for in the end, the insinuators¬†of doubt cannot change what¬†has already been¬†clarified. ¬†It was ‘She’ who was the first woman, and from ‘She’, all human life did come, as was her ‚ÄėHoly‚Äô wholeness of purpose.














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Adam or Atom?
Force of matter?
Attitude of principle?

This pain masked
as pleasure
Those pleasures disguised
as pain
of legacy . . .
of susceptibility . . .
of intent

will of engagement
of conflict stirring stagnation
of challenge . . .
of evolution . . .
of life stage

Neither benevolent
nor malevolent mutation
escapes equaled opponent
of will

A bitter-sweet pill
for life-long taking

are ‘demons’
of detriment
lusting and reeking
of lies and ties
donating ills
of discontentment

Tho too . . .
is witnessed
‘angelic’ impressions
of combatant

Choice . . .
a mere restraint
at hands
of consternation

Lest’ then
‘see’ true . . .
s i n
is simply idealistic
non-sense . . .
and disillusions
of coerced reality
of beliefs . . .

Entitlement is high
and mighty . . .
but so too
may be
the missing

A frolic
in these woods
is just
of all kind . . .
be by means
of power . . .
of prelude
to exile 


Life¬†is¬†CHOICE . . . internal joy, or external madness.¬† Heaven and hell are ‚Äėsomething‚Äô we carry around with us, not a ‚Äėsomewhere‚Äô we are slated to eventually go.¬† Energy is eternal.¬† It cannot be destroyed, but only transformed.¬†

FEAR: Indoctrinate indifference: Apathy: A ‘contract’ of external contradictions: A learned expectation of pretension to offered fallacy: Hell: A slavery of mind.


IMAGINATION: Love of life: Ability to create: An internal ‘experience’: An un-learning to re-learn and reaffirm a right to liberty already given of true reality: Joy: Heaven: Freedom.

It is my connected soul’s conclusion . . . to hell with you then, oh you ‘demons’ of external injustices! ¬†A vote I do hence here give unto myself! ¬†And until such ‘time’ of man the word “democracy” does equate to¬†reality, I no longer am¬†participant of your deceit, nor will I conform to any man-made ‘policy’ or ‘procedure’ bent toward a “turn-a-blind-eye” mentality to creations of false hells committed on earth in name of¬†¬†fallacy or pretense.


Dead Can Dance ‚Äď ‚ÄúThe Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove‚ÄĚ





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