Event Moderation

Balance. Inspired Roots. Gravitation Remnant of Distant Lands.

I am here Spreading, and Drawing from Source. I AM HERE stepping into the pathways of movement. a salubrity carries me gradually with a patient grace that loves casually.

I am Growing, I am Grounding. Down and Up, Side to Side.

Calling
North | East | South | West

Spirit | Water | Earth | Fire

The Latest and The Greatest

I was recently told to write (actually i was told to read more poetry so i can speak in metaphors).

I recently told myself to write----

I Recently reminded myself or writing.

I remind myself of Dancing.

I remind myself of Expressing.

I am one who Sings.

• I sing on the Street
• I Sing Brushing my Teeth
• I Sing on my own
• I Sing when i am Alone
• I Sing On the Phone
• I Sing when no ones Home
• I Sing while Cooking to eat
• I sing my soul, My Hearts Song,
• I Sing my Love
• I Sing where do i belong
• Occasionally i Sing a Sing-A-Long

Friday Night I sang a song i have always wanted to sing with another. with a lover.

What is she to me? and i to her.

the impression that i get is that i am more to her then she to me.
the impression that i get is from where, my own mind it tells me so.

the peculiarity in this lies in the similarities. few relationships do i have with women of a sexual nature. that i have only now broken that which counts the fingers of one hand. though before i did, i felt disbanded, that i have been experiencing what relationship is to me strongly this last 3 months of my life.

what it means to find similar connections with another, connections that you have wanted for a long time and connections only to recently be realized. and what does it mean to lack a connection of the mind. that a part of me is not present, and is not being represented.

Maybe it Shall Dawn on Me Today

...That the Truth is to close the old. surface for all that lies in peace. good harmony wrestles with my mind as it struggles to release its own tension.

for lovwe that hold the only way to be to find another day. we seek we start on again, about the way we find our friends. dont be afraid to say another day another way. again we are all about the tombs we mend the riddles we soak. oh ho ho and were off again. off to find another friends, this is all over again, again again again again. help help show show. do for me whats done before. it is as if we all are there for there for there we have no hair, to shine to hide are bald faces sticked. upon the rocked mud and lipped where the coast meets the water and the flies do celebrate at the good times they speak all over this agate . the rock the rock i love it so. the rock the rock, ho ho ho. whats the point to speak my mind do acknowledge myself another time...again again i rule this game over we play the hills and rain--it pours on down our time, the hourglass and the mime, he speaks he speaks. i saw him weap. he weaped upon a downed bedsheet. for alas we see our spies of three he hasnt named the only game of two of three of me of he, he speaks no more alas he weeps.

craft you lies with no disguise

whats so scary about life?

lifes a fucking mess, life hits you when your down, but its great when your up. so like why do i care? becuase im hurt. im not always this sad, i just love the fucking dramma of it all and i dont know what to do about it. there it is, always where i am. i relish it. i create it. i become and then: I AM IT.....wait never then do i wait to see the star light showing these gracefu endevors of the minds follies into everlsating peace solid turning churns dust with life into milkless power of my fasting grace from heavens upon stars and the stars scare teh harmony in the jeeps of life with dancing monachisms to drinking class high white little men of the right clandestine segreative palacde for the mooning shows of little bo pop your now lit the abg of fire and release the man inside who screams these awful words. i cant write fast enough that i live to sing along with all these silly placks of my life, the are there and i know of know other way to listen to them, so please tell me the truth of the matter. and will you please listen to me when i tell you that you are the only one who knows the secrets of mine. you should befall upon the stars when you speak my name, it is the only name you can utter in my presence, i am not your better , and i am not your worse. your vice begets your grace of love, so shite the shittles in your pants you knowth better then we all you have not believed this place of living, until you've seen this place of death, these contrasts are unbearble. i can no longer function with this entity called the mind, its haalowing my further beems of entirety to find the other light of my singluarl type of little whining patheotic lifeless donatoc so tell me what does that mean. i dont know, but when will i stop speaking speak must i have nothing to say, just words, words words, so i sit silently and i dread the end of my only way to everlasting blah blah blah blah blah blah blah vlah blah bvl blah vlah vklahvbvja

this is the end of mine existence, but i cannot end this existence, nor my own, so no one can ever die, suicide only exists in the body, nothing else, the body doesnt even die, it just changes. its so crafty what these lives have done for us. how long do i want this, know my heart is awake typeing these words, and my mind hibernating for all to hear, and none to see....that isnt what i understand...haha .ahahah it hurts. the pain of this silly brain. its so silly i want to say stupid, it irritates me, it vexes me and it pisses me off, that i refuse to shut up in the head i wont control you forever, i will make myself get anrgy i will force my self to not control my apathy for you, apathy will not exist because it doesnt and never will its fake its the mind, its the ego. its all i dont know and dont want to know, its all i dont need, its what i know nothing of. its not me so leave it behind, expresss this sillyness and let it go > LET IT GO THE SILLYNESS EXPRESS AND DROP EXPRESS AND DROP then its settles and all of lifes little mysterys will find their way into my little sanctuary. why when i think i do not know...difhdsfkjhdsofhsdofjhsdlkfhsdfhsdfhsdjfhskd.

know know knowKNOW.


WELL I dont and i live for not knowing, live in pain, live it live in pain you silly beast of burdenous brain.

craft you lies with no disguise...that i say HAHAHAHA!

An inactive existence

Oh great page of black, what purpose does thou serve? Does thou show the emptiness in mine life with the great wall of black in hopes to cover mine eyes in a shadowless figure once thought to be myself? No, thou hast some vain purpose, to which remains unknown for the current of my life. One day mind you, one day I will come and I will discover thou purpose and I will hold thee in my right arm as I cradled my water which quenched thy thirst in my most trying hour of living. Hear me great blackness which some may discern as an abode for my soul, you have been warned. Let this warning ring forth throughout all reaches of earth, space, time, atoms, neurons and protons.

Sleep now young one, let this ceasing salvation you inhabit recover your salubrity.