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I CHAIN SMOKE AND OVERTHINK...........................

Sep. 15th, 2014 | 03:14 pm





i chain-smoke and overthink
i spend a great deal of time
that i will not get back
investing my heart into all i can
and yet,/
still..
i slay the world
breaking its systems
into myriad form
island-trade nations
(for me this is the norm)

now
telepathically connected and rebuilt anew
one by one
two by two
a global you
a local one too
let us repair the world
let us repair the world
let us repair the world

i chain-think and over-speak
my mind drips heavy liquid
leaky brain in a rain state
i try everyday to clear this slate
but there is more at work here
than just a few beers
because
the more that i think
the less i feel
the more I think I Know
the less I keep it Real.
its escape
or
embrace
Pain. Life. Love. Liberty. Happiness.
Some none or more
than all of the above..
for the sum is Greater,
than its Parts.

A Greater Heart.

Yet,
The Drums of truth eternal beckon to me
one two three four..
forevermore and beyond eternity
i have tasted the flesh of spirit
and now my spirit has tasted flesh,
 a mortal coil of musical purity.
I vomit truth like rafflers beck and call.
No one wishes much,
to hear it at all.
I don't mind!
Because it is for me to hear too!
I am a purveyor,
of petracor
or
"smell of dust, or dirt, after rain."

I love my boys,
more than my life,
more than my fears,
most times,
not always,
yet they will not grow as I did,
never knowing who their Dad is.
I Hope!
And Pray Day after Day,
and thats usually when I hear someone say,
"Your man-children are destines to succeed,
in every location they are,
is planted another idea,
a Seed.
THAT YOU FEED!!
THIS IS INSANITY TO ITS LOWEST PLEAD!!
PLEASE GOD FORGIVE ME,
THAT I WOULD NOT SEE,
THE DESTRUCTION,
OF MY FAMILY...
OVER THIS LAND AND OVER THEIR NEW HEEDS.
"That our love,
could possibly e'er be more,
than they needs
a home-owned whore."
ForeverShore."

~
~RR~
~
~9-2015~



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SONG~
~Polyphonic Spree~
~SCREAM AND SHOUT~
~

"Some will long to find themselves breaking out,
maybe its enough to make them scream out loud,
the fight along the way, seems more than yesterday.
Walking up, the mortal made some time to make some life,
seems that all the time before the moving is all right..
The Dream Believes Them So,
How Believable they'll feel,
when they're gone again!
The Wonder of All the Times,
Seems like its In Line,
Without Luck."
~









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Swimming - Crystalline Super Conscious Awareness

Aug. 27th, 2014 | 11:41 am

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~ Adve' Duo Venti ~

Aug. 21st, 2014 | 07:48 am
location: Way Back to Here Forward
mood: FunkiDelyic

~ ADVE' TUROS DUO ~


We Intrepid,
All our Lives..
We Ruin & Run!
From Beginning To Done!
We dance in Fear,
We dance in Love,
We dance Alive,
Below to Above,
No matter The Why of it,
From Time to Time we are shoved,
And Trom to Time,
We must shove back.
Not as attack,
as affirmation of one's right to exist...
in Respected Space..
of Which it oft feels,
as if,
there is so little.

From Flannel Pajamas,
Running 'round Christ's-Mass'
"Trees"..
Giddy on sliding pajama-knees!!

To...
Begging Bulor Blossoming
bosses Who Smile,
as they try to make off,
with your True Gloss and Inner Child?!
Just Remember...
Give Everything Your Sess,
Just Remember It Is No Longer,
Your Mess!!
Release is the path to peace.
God/dess..
Just to See My Kids!!
NO MORE OF THIS GAME!!

Lets Be True,
im on MY knees begging you,
(PLEASE!!!)
I ask only forgiveness,
granted for my inner peace,
Yet you do not seem to,
Hear/Feel nor Acknowledge me,
nor all the Life that we've been through,
Was I Then, Who I Am,
As I Am!!
And I am the only one,
Who Will Ever Truly,
and Fully..
Accept / Unify / Understand.
Has Choice ITSELF been rendered impotent,
and moreover,
unimportant?
Is it bc we all feel like we are unimportant,
expendable,

Its Like a Dis-Ease,
whenever I Look at You,
The Infection Returns Again..
And just tries to Run its Course Straight Through.


The Spin we give,
Our "Perfect" Prodigies of Pain..
..&..
W  H  A  T
Insane Reign Creates Caged Monsters.
Enraged From Parental and Autoritarian Apathy...
Nevertheless,
it is not as though they Think Not,
our Youth,
 they can Feel too much if they try,
too hard...
its been SO long,
they won't even remember True You,
Until the beauty of Doom,
Is in Full Force Free Released...
Children, allow YourSelves the Essence of Pure Freedom of Choice!

You Have Only Yourself To Save,
From OUR inHumane, Insane, out-the-fucking-mind,
Crazy Backwards Ways!!

Apologies for all those Persons,
Who have parented you Like Slaves.
Apologies due from me to You.
I'm sorry for all I have missed.
Ive never
We get from that,
is the same thing given..
just now unwrapping the Ribbon,
Here Are Our Grandest Prizes,
coming back....and look at their sizes!
 Its merely our emo-mental backpacks back.
That which we visited upon our children,
as you know effects Us All.
How So Some are Still,
Throwing Up Alcohol,
Just To Keep On Track...!?

On A Ball?
Climbing To Stand Upon it Beneath Water.
Millions of Kids with H-Riddled-Veins,
because they crave more than INSANE,
they want more,
than the Amerikan Dream.
The only thing We Cannot abhor,
our children
Amerika Is Whack!!
Land of the Fees & Thieves!
Home of the Caves & Slaves!
We fight so WELL,
WE MAY AS WELL SWELL!!
(So long as its on other peoples soil!!)

And so ALL of our lives,
We were children of Subjected Violence..
from smashing cartoon characters in  form,
to the violence of Words among Humans,
hearing the Same Old Voices From The Crib...
now floating 'cross the college dorm,
IN THE MIDDLE of an Worsening & Endless Storm.

It seems that Violence is the Norm.
So how doth We End it?
Bring Peace?
How, When, Why, Where,
Perhaps by Beginning Right..
Here
.
When?
Whenever?

Never may Work Better,
just depends on yellow from red,
heaven from hell,
alive from dead,
Its a joke you can't see the end of this road?

Chemical wars going on in my head!!
Im Flushing This Shit 'Til Im Dead,
And reborn from the Chemical Fire Which Nearly Burnt My Silence to Ash,
(Face This Mirror Holograph-o-Doc!!)
Our Problems do not stem of body alone.
By now I'm thinking....
"Is there anybody IN THERE? Is there Anyone
Out There? Can anybody HEAR ME, and is there ANYONE AT HOME?"
Do You Care enough To Understand?
Do you feel more alive in Dreams?
Even Anticipatory?

Have you read a book lately?
When does one Learn,
in Totality,
That Cares of Yours,
are not in daily chores of coarse ways,
not in endlessly repetitious reparation....
but for one to find what One Loves To Do.,,
One must first Find Oneself.
The rest Follows Falling into place.
To love and be loved.
In This, The World Is Repaired,
In Spirit we are Washed,
Tis all that matters..
beginning to middle,
from learning the fiddle,
to passing it amongst old friends,
and then the Play,
of that old Fiddle ends,
and your last Breath's Wind,
on the Strings' Vibrations,
until they come to a stop,
and This Brings About The Mend.

And Trust Me...
For I may not show, but I do Know..
The Mending Never Ends.
So Let's Go.

And When Tis All Complete...
If Ye wish you may begin uniquely,
Afresh, Anew and Again.

This is Your Relief,
Your Choice, Your Belief,
Your arrogance & blindness to love,
has made you One of ILL Conceit.

AND,
Yet Now...
With you tangled,
wrapped in the Fears of Your,
Very Own Destruction.

THIS IS MERELY
partially complete..
everywhere We go,
We Stare at Our Feet.
Assembling before the stars,
I find this my needs to Meet.
In the Grandest,
And At the very Least
Cosmically.


And Now...
Intentionally:

Seeding Star Blossoms,
that We call "our" Children,
THE VERY Future Itself..
is being sedated and denied at Every Turn,
Until They SEE...
Right Thru You.

And from here,
a glimmer to Know Part or Parcel of ones Purpose,
Every Book Was Un-yet Written,
And Every Single Things around You,
Is IMAGINATION Activation.

To Concede..

to Inter-Unified Ultra Galactic,
Omniscient and Omnipotent Awareness...
Alas!!
My Star-ling
Benevolence,
We Are SomewHere,
IN the IN-Between.
Perchance and on Occasion,
We Remember a little about What It
Means to be HumanSpirit,
Unified..
Not Identical...
Original Manifestations Every ONE.
No two Ever the Same in All of Infinity.

We Shall overcome our Trepidations!!
 Survive Our Self-Created Hells,
And Just Might,
Know Yet,
that A Single Starving Human Being,
CAN BE FED,
Or we might Feed Together,
As in a Family.
No more fish for a day..
rather now, Teach them to Fish,
Forever & A Day..
Where a Country United, supposedly,
How Easy to Just Watch
The tele-screen,
wiping the mind,
with consistent lies,
and far, far too much Over-Saturation,
will Kill Most Anything Creative,
if you allow it.

I am The Samely Changing
Another Person Many Times Over,
than
I was before.
I am More Than Most Think they See,
in Me.

And Far More than They Have Permission,
Perhaps
We are not warmed by our electromagnetic-chemical biology alone.

So Please my Dearest Children,
Find your Home.
Be True to Yourselves.
I Shall Always Look Up To You.

Father to Suns..to Sons,
And to Fathers...There is Forever an unspoken bond...
my Chosen Ones of Heart Mind and Great Spirit,
as you continue to Awaken...
Just Watch What Y/Our Future BE-COMES!!





~RER~14'~
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Age not so much a state of mind, as my nuts drag the floor, and I've more pain than I've use for....

Feb. 17th, 2013 | 01:37 am

Ask your self this question:
How long Have I Been Asleep in This Dream,
and how Long have I been AWAKE?
How many Minutes of my Entire Lifetime,
Have I Been Asleep,
and Unaware,
in my True Dreaming.
or..
"Have you been born yet, and do you know your alive?"~J.Morrison

I mean, these days are merciless  man..
These days things move like ever cooling molasses
everything sounds like the crackling
beneath a rushing river
of another breaking heart
a few billion dollars a day
where those who no longer have homes, thus Names...
do not enjoy the ignorance which is sweet poison,
of the trillions of firewalls we hide behind,
of sounds, images, and prompts.
Eyes wide open,
but nothing happening Inside.

This is,
Soul-Crushing more so to the Heart,
than to Our limited eyes.
What a surprise.
I pose that we too many
have shackles on our feet
and shadows cast upon the heart
can make us feel that we are
coming
a p a r t.

The place where everyone thinks
that it all Falls Apart
is precisely the place
where We As One
Can Co-create a Start...
The one where our Love,
cannot ever fall apart.
Smashed even into hatred,
Forgiveness Shall Take Its Sacred Time..
Thinking now all time is sacred,
we only twist up the Truth,
and Ourselves Betray by it!

We all want a better world.
Even some brown, green, yellow, or blue humans,
are at this Moment as You READ,
Praying for the Same World In Deed.
How MANY Heed?
Matters naught..
Every storm starts with a few Rain Drops.
And we many know,
the Power of the Storms,
that are
Breweing Below.

I contest, that if the better Nature of Man,
IS Asserted with Compassion, and Diligence, that
the World might not be,
the way it is for you and me,
who clearly See,
Probable Futures Approaching.
And Rather Rapidly.

You stay in the Now,
Keeping me Anchored in the Storm,
Some How.
I suggest, that the poor,
and the rich, trade,
faces & places regularly.

If anything, Greed and Lust for Power,
Individualistically, and thus
Collectively..
Will Be Our Downfall.

War fixes nothing,
perpetuates focus thereon,
and Riddles the Imagination,
away again,
from clear focus.

The very Focus we Need to Find
All the parts of Us..
That we Cannot Leave Behind,
Yet, No Matter How Much We Forget...
Our Stars, become Our Eyes,
Forever Like a Star Remind,
No computer is stronger,
Than The Spirit Given,
And Divine Mind...Nothings Stronger Than,
 Than the Soaring Spirit of Angelic Humans,
That Drives the Very Created-Life-Events,
Every Second of
Every Minute,
Of Every Day,
in Every Intentional,
Within We,
As Creators Awakening,
In a World, Within Unlimited Experience.

This is something we do not have,
when we are programmed, conditioned,
lied to infinitely by terrorists,
bathed daily in our blissful
Arrogance..
I say tis Pride In Reverse.
Makes it all somehow so perfect,
and perverse.

This Myst8ry,
IS... heaven hell blessing balance church,
and all the horrific dark doves within lurch,
we look outside, with the lies all around,
saying good-buy! Good-Buy!
And SO many of us feel So Much More,
Than we Ever did Before,
of All our Pain and Humiliations
Balanced by Whatever Faith
IS existing in a state of Grace.

When life is equaled with struggle,
When we ignore All These Mysteries,
The most dangerous feeling moves in,
"as a thief comes in the night"
and we call this feeling no longer a feeling of Life,
but now Boredom is stealing our Souls faster than
any Super Devil invented,
ever could.

We Walk through the Water,
Get muddy and "dis-cuss-ting",
all the truths, half-truths,
Unlearning what we've learned,
Remembering Who & Why..
Just another layer shed,
facing, even Embracing the Lies.

Oh Lord, By and By,
we've been fed all our Lives,
Unwinds this Mortal Coil,
to reveal the Most,
Be Revered once a ghost...
or baby again.

Words have always been my most reliable friends,
Gave myself Room To Speak &
Yet for Our Communication,
Our Personal and Psychic...
Inner Motivations, Despite Externality,
We Are,
ALWAYS
BE-COMING
WHO WE ARE!
Who Do I Seek with Fervor?
Who Are We NOW?


~ZU/EN/RA~
~RER~
2.17.2013



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A WICKED FIASCO..

Feb. 8th, 2013 | 11:45 am



WHERE THE SACRED BONDS OF THE VERY EDGES
OF THE EARTH
MERGE WITH A NEW BIRTH
A NEW CONSCIOUSNESS
MATTERS NOT WHO LIVES OR DIES
JUST AS
IT MATTERS NOT WHO WALKS OR FLIES

WITH EVERY STANZA IN MY HEAD
I CAN SEE THRU THE FOG AND DREAD
BUT YET MUST FEEL IT TO THE CORE
THAT I MAY KNOW MORE
OF BEING HUMAN
AND WHAT BEING HUMAN MEANS.

I CAN ONLY EXPRESS
I MIGHT ONLY CONFESS
THE THOUGHTS THAT SPIN WITHIN
AND MY PERSONIFIED MIND UNDRESS
UNTIL ONLY SOURCE AND I ARE LEFT
THERE IS ONLY ONE BREATH
AS IT BREATHES OUT
OUT WE GO
AS S/HE, IT,
BREATHES BACK IN AFTER A SLIGHT PAUSE
TO GANDER AT ALL OF SPACE TIME CONTINUUM
CONTAINING THE VERY ESSENCE OF OUR EXISTENCE
I WILL NEVER GIVE UP BUT ONLY PUT UP MORE RESISTANCE

WE LIVE OUR LIVES
SO FEW KNOWING WHO/WHAT/WHERE
THIS ''IT'' IS THE IT.
WE ARE THE SUM OF GOD
NO HOW MANY PIECES YOU SLICE OUR PSYCHE INTO
WE WILL COME BACK FOR ALL TIME
IN EVERY MANNER
MOTHER, FATHER, CHILD, OBSERVER,
REGARDLESS....
UNTIL ETERNITY'S SCORE SHALL BE SETTLED.
THE BREATH WILL PULL US BACK IN.
SOME CALL IT GRAVITY
SOME CALL IT GOD CALLING HIS CHILDREN HOME WITHIN.
PERSONALLY,
I AM LIVING OUT MY HELL
THE ONLY HELL I SHALL EVER KNOW THIS WELL
IS THE ONE THAT IS CREATED TO POISON THE SOUL
HATRED
ITS PAIN IS BEST EXPRESSED
THRU THE LARGEST STORMS ONE CAN IMAGINE
SUCH AS THE EVENT HORIZON
OF A GRAVITY WELL
AW FUCKING HELL
I CANT EVEN SEE STRAIGHT ANYMORE
I SHALL OBSERVE AND LISTEN TO
THE CROW
SHE KNOWS HOW TO SEE
INTO THE VERY BROKEN LAWS
THAT I CONVINCED MY EGO
WAS THE REAL ME....

NOW I MOSTLY
FLOAT
MOVE FROM HERE TO HERE
AND ACT AS AN INDIGO RAY
A RECEIVER / TRANSMITTER
A BEACON CALLED TO BECOME
EITHER WAY WE ARE ONE
THE FORTUNATE SONS OF RA.
TRICKED INTO ETERNITY
JUST BY THINKING ABOUT IT
AN OBSESSION IT BECOMES.
WALKING INTO LIQUID LIGHT
WAS ALWAYS SINCE BEFORE BIRTH
MY PERSONAL PLIGHT
MY FIGHT

I APOLOGIZE THAT ITS SO CHALLENGING AND COMPLEX
TO EXPLAIN
I WISH THAT I DID NOT REFRAIN
I WISH I WASNT SO ALIEN
AND ALSO SO HUMAN
YET NEVER FORGET
TO REMEMBER SPIRIT YET
AS THE PETALS ARE BLOWN FROM DAISIES
SO ARE WE SPREAD OUT INTO DIMENSIONS AND SPACE
IN EVERY SINGLE TIME AND PLACE.
I WISH IT WERENT SO DIFFICULT TO EMBRACE.
THIS MULTIFOLD SELF INTO HUMAN SPACE.

WE WALK IN CIRCLES NOW
DAZED AND CONFUZED
ITS HOW WE SEEM TO GET THROUGH IT
BUT I WILL NOT MOVE
MY SWEET MOTHER I SHALL
SACRIFICE EVERYTHING FOR YOU
LAY MY BLOOD UPON ANY ALTAR
SO LONG I BELIEVED IT WORTHY AND TRUE
WHY DO I FRUSTRATE SO
WHEN I KNOW WHAT IM COMING HOME TO!?
WHEREFORE THENCE SHALL I GO..
I DO NOT ALWAYS KNOW,
ITS A FUCKING FIASCO.



~RR~
1/2013





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Magnate

Jul. 12th, 2012 | 12:46 pm



A Magnate
bound only by imaginary shackles,
is set free unto the thirsty people..
Are they thirsting after water? Or Truth?
What will be enough to see Us Altogether Through?
Are they all against me? And are they against you too?
Has the Whole Damned World Gone Mad?
Are they wanting us all dead?
Are they all zombies!?
Will they take our jobs instead,
ooooh, that is worse then being dead!!
But a magnate still.. feeding love and truth,
as best She Can...
from babies to Emperors.

Entire Countries Rising like the Great White Dove,
with the intention of Unity in their hearts,
they shall Rise Above,
to show the rest of us all,
a little bit more, 
about this thing we call,
LovE.
To Begin, Again,
 without debts...or need to cling..
to falling familiar gravitations, items, things,
and our 26 letter limited alphabetization,
is limiting the constructs of our capital idealizations,
could this be why we sit at times,
in a writer's commonly visited stage,
The Blank Page...
of inert conviction-less conduct,
we are tired, and broken,
and have suffered far too much.
To Begin, Again, could be our greatest yet,
Whole New Set.
We deserve to learn what is love? again,
after taking a close look,
at all these cyclones and storms within,
we deserve to touch,
that feeling that we Desire So often,
from others.
That's all we want is trust..
We die.. or.. We must?

I live free,
or die willingly.

We all disagree,
but none of that is worth,
the spilling of our blood,
into the Great Mother's Flood.

She puts it Within,
and it cannot be tied up,
not a situation of lose or win.
It must flow, and we must breathe,
or we slow, and begin to weave,
yet My Blood,
Belongs Within Me.

Are we dying for Cause to Believe?
Or Dying to Believe in a Cause?
We are a nation falling..
tumbling like orphans,
down their first snowy hill,
yet nonetheless in as much as we can,
we are falling still,
so...
..let us fall Together.

And when we shed,
these crazy mortal coils,
the veil of illusions lifts slowly,
and all that we Know To Be So,
Shall again begin to Show.
Are we that Brave,
Though?

Perhaps it is time,
for a healing touch...
that we may Know at least,
This Much..
..that we may grow as a People's Planet.
Rather than be conjured by images, 
broken words and sentences, 
we shall overcome through peaceful protest,
shall conjure our own Imaginal Realms,
to very simply remember,
how to effortlessly Manifest.

Perhaps, it is time?




~RER~
~7/2012~






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~This Summer Solstice Shift~

Jun. 30th, 2012 | 02:58 pm

 





I have a little place I like to call DreamTime,
it is the place where I must go,
quite often in The MEAN-TIME..
like a whale in the deep,
I must move slow..
I find timing, and the Harmony,
that leads to this Rhyming..
which if allowed, leads to Unified Timing,
these are what we often call "synchronicities" 
In my DreamTime,
I can see every place,
in every space..
that I may dream more true,
and feel right thru me and you,
until all the hues blur,
and one becomes more,
I feel places all over the Earth,
scarred and torn,
war-worn and ripping apart,
it can feel,
like having ones heart,
being shredded in some places,
while other spaces present much peace,
we hear the very LEAST of THESE.

Everything looks like perfect blue,
like the color of conversation,
from its harshest contrast,
to its lightest bright alas,
there in that blue,
I can have UPlifting Conversations,
no one understands like you do.

You have given birth,
to a monster made of mirth,
who ended up,
compressing into a black hole,
at quite a young age it began,
then a decade later,
the Strain was far More,
eventually I could not lift,
a single filament,
all the way to the core I went,
the compression as the Singularity,
that I am becoming,
is undoing the first fibers of the existence-state,
rerouting them to an alternate place,
where we must go thru,
the Bowels Of Hell,
to get to,
where the compression lifts,
and the Light that we/it all is,
reconstructs, in our new image,
our most predominant belief..
it shapes the heart,
of our personal experience/s,
of that which we deem "heaven",
or as my mind sees it,
"have-in"..."have-n"...
from the hells,
that we ourselves co-create,
from the baseless, 
punishing gods so many focus upon,
thus making god in our angry images,
and giving ourselves perfect permission,
because of this,
to be monsters to one the other.

And such monsters,
so many have become,
pouring crude into Amazonian lands,
and allowing their environment,
to become one of death,
in a once veritable Eden.
Now there is a rotting wasteland,
and the rivers flow no longer clear,
but with the blood of every child here.
We hurt... so many, so much prayer,
and as proven as prayer is in aiding healing,
we would never go so far,
as to become the very answer,
pray we wish to see...
by my answering a prayer for you,
and you answering a prayer for me...
in this way, our truest communal function,
exhibits itself as a new actualized society,
small or large, it matters naught, 
it transforms any/everyone who asks,
and more importantly,
knows they deserve to receive,
everything they pray for,
which brings no harm,
only love,
back into,
one another's tired, aching arms.

We are the bringers of a new dawn.
We are as deep as we wish to look.
We are as empty as we quite often,
wish not to see Purpose in Emptiness.
We are unholy because we believe we are undeserving,
yet this does not make a human evil,
it makes one feel evil,
the opposite feeling of deserving to love, and be loved.

We are not in a situation where,
all the political perfectness we desire,
is neither the answer, nor the means.
We are in a MetaCrisis. 
Humans, as the Divine Expression of Prime Creator.
Together or Apart, makes no difference.
We may each answer,
just one prayer,
at a time.

And glory will truly be realized for what the word means.
Within / Without.
The time of Humans is rising,
to realize our power,
to the best of each ones own,
for some,
powerlessness is more comforting,
for others power in combination...
with love.

There are infinite routes, up the Mountain we are all climbing together.


~This Summer Solstice Shift~




~RER~
~June / 2012~





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.....Adventis....

Jun. 16th, 2012 | 02:50 pm

     
In this frame of mind,
we can copulate with fairing darkness,
gentleness and the comfort sometimes found,
in silence,
Mary comes as a candle to my heart,
showing all my ignorant defenses,
ever-feeling as if I am letting everyone down...
and as she brushes her hand across my cheek,
all perception of misery, whatever its kind or might,
was washed in that moment from my keen Sight.

And still,
In this raging pain,
I bring thunder and lightning again,
creating fire is easy,
controlling it is not...
but the rage and pain,
seek to destroy at times,
all we've built together,
as nations, cities, Moms and Pops,
as a world of families as infinitum..cyclical & orbital.
There is ALWAYS a future for us.
There is always a clue or two..
just enough to celebrate the Double-Take!

We are a suicidal Planet.
We use machines without people in them,
to wipe out any enemy...
cloning soldiers,
creating monsters of our good youth,
we are amassing armies of illnesses,
be all that we tell you can be,
then you belong to me...
bc they legally own any Military Persons.
Our children are becoming government property for LIFE!
Are they joining the MOB?

They cannot control it all!
How do you know that drone,
just didn't kill your uncle,
just wondering,
if his picture is even possible,
in Your Family Tree.
It is close enough and clear for me to see!

And...
Its so very heartbreaking and sad to me.
To See.
You understand?
Apathy does not give strength,
it robs you of all the strength you have,
for we must nearly act,
just as soldiers,
strong and unfeeling,
just....
Following My Orders, Sir.

And Feel all of these things,
with great clarity at times,
and with overwhelming darkness,
in a place I have come to call "other-wise"
into which I dive,
the perfect place,
for secrets long past,
yet fully present as ghosts who harass,
might Thrive.

Yet still... I am Alive.


~RR~
~6-2012~
 
 
 
 









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When? (does life begin?)

Jun. 14th, 2012 | 02:46 pm


Are we are intending
to make a true difference
for the Children that we Love
so dearly 
and their futures in this society?

How do children learn best?
Imitation? Imagination? Conversation?

We must not only Listen to them.
We must become Listeners Frequent, Of Our Inner Self.
Show that they may see it is more than reachable..
within you, and I, ourselves and themselves, and all others as well.
We are forming a bonding web, throughout which all can feel Unity, 
if they choose to reach for it just a little bit each day.

So many of us...so much power United!
So much devastation when quietly Divided... 
that it keeps so many of us up all night weepingly..
and we hide from unknown voices so keeping-ly,
making desperate choices,
and all the time, 
the waves move ever sweepingly..
in our Ocean Garden.

We must overcome this mass apathy
lest our children inherit it.
We often push the balloons of pain,
so far down so as to refrain,
from recreating old-cycles,
of harsh and painful penalties,
from living our promises to Ourselves out,
in fear of absolute Vanity.

We can tell them the truth.
Do you recall just fraction of pain,
that only you knew in your youth?

If only to be accepted as an equal!

You, I, We, knew, saw, felt...more pain than these babies ever shall.
We can treat our children as equals,
with clear boundaries between Parent/Friend, 
just ask them for help in understanding,
in anyway you can,
just hold out hour hand,
and BE with them and remember...
...if you are reading this,
you are helping.
I wonder when we will allow ourselves,
to help, and be helped?
In Aftermath, or Proaction?

I leave a prayer each day,
at my children's proverbial doorstep,
that they may use their gifts in remaking our world together,
and well may do quite a bit more, even endure seven generational lines,
always,
thinking ahead and yet with retrospect we reflect,
of generations living in harmony and respect,
with their Mother World,
that Greater-Than-Us-Thing,
is what keeps it THE Turning, Churning.

Melting, dripping droplets,
that once were crystalline frost,
altogether never lost,
in this amazing world within Worlds..

We might find much more
than we ever imagined,
or could even bargain for,
right outside the door...
..and yet we must fight?
Must We? Tonight?
Must we quarrel,
over imagined wrongs,
and immobile rights?
I think so.
 we stand up brushing ourselves off,
and continue to fight,
until the fight is over.

When will the Fighting be over?

When?

When?

~RR~
~6-2012~

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NEVER-WAS

Apr. 2nd, 2012 | 12:32 pm



To become who you Are,
&
follow the Road Less Travelled,
is Far Underrated, 
yet Never Outdated.
It can never be Situated, Domesticated Truly, Nor a money-maker duly.

Tis the Greatest Mystery,
always present, ever haunting
exuding wisdom in every way,
coasts to coasts, mountaintops to meadows,
being the constance we might count on
that so many call REALITY...
when everything we "see",
is forever in a state of change,
including our Precious Gaia!!

We all fear one change or another...
Is it because we so crave consistency?
Is it because we had so very little, and so many?
Perhaps all that we are taught,
most all of our Scholarly Lives,
is that concrete evidence,
is the true Science..
yet there are now Sciences far beyond what man had, just 20 years ago... 
things we never even IMAGINED could be SO!
and now we must decide, whether or not,
to use the power of God to Rise Above our Anti-Peace Acts..
To Stay Awake and Never Nod, in the face of great technology,
that seems can beat us against all odds.
We are God / Goddess Droplets
Pure Prime Creator Source Life Spirit Mind Flesh,
what can be more powerful, than awareness?
 
You may ask. Tis the perspective & perceptions,
that mask? Time is not an old man to be beaten!!
A billion times 7, the power of heaven,
A trillion to the power of 8, we linger at Her Gate,
144 Thousand Awakened Beings,
is all it really takes...
to throw old sciences out the window, and focus upon the Human Traits.

And science is only science,
for without first the faith to undertake,
does not the Truest Science Make.
When only memorizing, we lose a part of our passionate brain,
and without this, only logic remains. True Scientists keep an ever open mind...like Einstein,
naught knowing but predicting, exactly what they shall find,
yet not fully knowing, that what we expect,
affects the effects.
Quantum Leap with me, 
deep into the Moonlit Sea!!
Let us be as fish!
Let us fly as we wish!
Right into the mermaid nets,
with dolphin and other such fish!!

There is, in these words much seeming...
becomes dichotomous, as one realizes that..
well, This Life Is But A Dream!
If life is ever-changing,
and only relative to the Absolute,
whatever that may be,
then science is the evolution of humans,
without the eradication of lives.
This, to me, is true genius.
Figure out how to make This Earth,
explode with more and more worthwhile Mirth!!!
Listen, & let this so called "third rock",
show you her True Nature,
the clicking of the opening lock!!

And we need not try to ascend! Whole eras have been lost on outward conceptualization,
only to find again, that as usual, god hid, in the best place of all,
behind the lids, whenever they fall. We phase in and out of this reality,
on the level of Creation Clear, to create and recreate, what it is..
that we really want to leave for our Children, Here.

I honor the Humanity in HumanKind!
Namaste' All My Kindred,
who find your way,
to these words,
perhaps you might,
maybe you may,
begin to understand things,
in an entirely new Way!!!

Imagine success. Peace. Happiness.
Joy! Fight for your Rights...they are not Privileges!!
They only live, as long as we keep them alive.
And we still have much work to do.
Much work yet to do.
AND YET NOTHING LEFT TO DO,
BUT BE!
Much, much more to Be...come and See!!
Its all in all, thats all IT ever was..
I Am.
It Is.
We Are.
Never-was, Never-was..
Never-was.


~RER~
`4/12`

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I Sit

Feb. 6th, 2012 | 04:03 pm
mood: contemplativeInter-Connected



I sit 
within mountains
watching the world evolve
from someplace higher up
for a while.

I wonder
whereby such evolution
will mankind take stock?
Will we reunite the Key,
with its Lock?

I wander
and 'tis true
that not all who wander
are lost...
I find everything
in finding Me..
when Nature is my Hourglass
sun moon stars planets,
and Aloneness!
My Good Friends are Here at long last.

I this band love,
around my digit,
like flocks of white doves,
and your presence at christmas,
upon snow crested castle,
in slumbering timberlands,
I sit, spinning the meaning in my hands... 
&
signifying everything being now,
and I Remember Again...
That We Great Source,
Brought Love Back,
Where it had not been,
for far too long a time...
To This Great Earth.



~RER~
~2/12~


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The Future Now

Jan. 10th, 2012 | 02:04 pm

~My Amazing Children~

You are love,
and you love,
SO bravely..
Perfectly Imperfect!
As You Are.
In this sometimes unfriendly
world of upside down-ness
&
inside-outness
you are the right side up!

You are the sunshine,
thru the blistering cold clouds.
You are honest beyond games
to the point of wanting to be known
understood as you understand
loved as you love
COMPLETELY
and remember always
and no matter what
that you ARE Loved Beyond Imagination
(not that you could forget, I will not let you!)
the truth of the love we share
and the futures
of which so very many are unaware
that we Dare to Delve
books we have read
and reread sevenfold
that is the suture
and you are The Future...
holding closed the wounds we get
from living in This World
and to our wounded aspects.
these can be scary places within us
yet can be faced
can be vanquished
by the power of our love
and the wisdom of combining that
with our Light!
There is no fight!
There is only now, here, its what we Have.
There are infinite life forms 
of which you are a united part
in the body of It All.

I will do my best,
to catch you if you fall...
yet if I'm not there,
please remember,
we all go thru things,
that are harder on the inside
that we do not tell,
for pride and punishment hide...
the worse the inner hell.
Remember always our sacred bond,
and you will understand,
whatever it takes,
to keep you strong!

You have it good,
because you make it so.
You are beautiful,
Because you are
true to your Truth!
Your Truth may change,
may rearrange,
it may be strange,
yet you are the future now,
and we trust you...
because many of us have Seen,
have borne Witness to,
such amazing offspring as You!!!

You are above
&
as so Below,
You are Pure Love
as you and I
Know.

You are....so much less,
and so much more,
than you think!

You Are Free.

NEVER GIVE UP,
NO MATTER WHAT!
_ _
.
~

~RR~
~12-2011~




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My Amazing Children

Dec. 17th, 2011 | 02:48 pm

~My Amazing Children~

You are love,
and you love,
SO bravely..
Perfectly Imperfect,
As You Are.
In this often unfriendly
world of upside down-ness
&
inside-outness
you are the right side up!

You are the sunshine,
thru the blistering cold clouds.
You are honest beyond games
to the point of wanting to be known
understood as you understand
loved as you love
COMPLETELY
and remember always
and no matter what
that you ARE Loved Beyond Imagination
(not that you could forget, I will not let you!)
the truth of the love we share
and the futures
of which so very many are unaware
that we Dare to Delve
books we have read
and reread sevenfold
that is the suture
and you are The Future...
holding closed the wounds we get
from living in This World
and to our wounded aspects.
these can be scary places within us
yet can be faced
can be vanquished
by the power of our love
and the wisdom of combining that,
with our Light!
There is no fight!
There is only now, here, its what we Have...
There are infinite life forms 
of which you are a united part
in the body of It All.

I will do my best,
to catch you if you fall...
yet if I'm not there,
please remember,
we all go thru things,
that are harder on the inside
that we do not tell,
for pride and punishment hide...
the worse the inner hell.

You have it good,
because you make it so.
You are beautiful.
Be true to your Truth!
Your Truth may change,
may rearrange,
it may be strange,
yet you are the future now,
and we trust you...
because many of us have Seen,
have borne Witness to,
such amazing offspring as You!!!

You are above
&
as so Below,
You are Pure Love
as you and I
Know.

You are....so much less,
and so much more,
than you think!

You Are Free.

NEVER GIVE UP,
NO MATTER WHAT!

~RR~
~12-2011~






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Writer's Block: Are you afraid of the dark?

Dec. 2nd, 2011 | 02:11 pm
mood: uncomfortableuncomfortable

I USED to be. Until one evening, alone, I allowed, or more at Invoked all my fear of darkness of all imaginings......boy was I NOT READY FOR THE TERROR THAT CAN COME AS AN ANSWER TO THAT Invoking!!! I proceeded to walk thru my home...alone..turning on no lights, and went to the places that held the worst ideas, where I felt most afraid of all...I ALLOWED, every image and feeling, every thought except the thought to fight and resist... and suddenly there was a lifting of my Spirit, of my Mental State, And my Emotions became clear enough to feel without any fears. Mind you, this did NOT abolish FEAR from my life eternally, because as a Spiritual Being in a Material Illusion, I face fear everyday! Who doesn't? "I only doubt the man who has no doubts."~Billy Joel  Anyhow, life goes on, love lives forever, sometimes its cloudy, cold and blurred, and sometimes it is embracing fears together, side by side, Heart to Heart, with those we love, and those who Truly Love Us As We Become Who We Are...in this hilarious process we all call "Life". 

~RR~12-11~

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Writer's Block: It’s the end of the world

Nov. 26th, 2011 | 11:12 am

I  would celebrate, just as I am now, 
this day, because as long as there have been pasts,
there will be future' nows.

I would not change anything!
I am so very grateful for all that life,
true friends, family, children, oh I would
definitely spend my last hours and moments,
consoling the confused children,
who usually have far more faith than I...
lead the way, kids, and from heart to heart 
shall I follow.

I am blessed with a life of what I call luxury.
To me a luxury is anything above food,clothing,shelter,water..basics.
I live a happier life now, than I ever have,
and would not change living the way I am now.
Oh I may wish for a leg to RUN on with my kids,
to play and swim as my so-called last day on Earth.
But these are trivial matters still,
a luxury it is to me, to love and be loved,
just as we are, without needing anything to change, but change itself,
not needing to control the hour, or allot our time,
that we may confuse quality of life,
with quantity.
Most of us have been programmed all our lives,
to serve the new religion of consumerism...
and Most of us can see that such devices,
are from the hands of the people that we
unhappily so work, time divided, and spend less time
involved in aforementioned quality and evermore time
in the inequalities of quantification.

No.
I will not leave this world grieving what I have done.
I will spend it, quite precisely as I wish...
with my Beloved by my side,
with all those who choose,
to exemplify humanity in it,
my Best of Company,
that is all I need.

Some say, that if God is all, and All is One,
then God/dess and I are one,
I will bathe, and rest in That,
and I will Become That which I Always Have Been,
Always Am, and Always Will Be.

I would spend my last day, 
just as I am,
me.

~RR~
~11-26-2011@11:11am~
What do you love to do with your family?

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Boys: Power of One

Nov. 22nd, 2011 | 02:28 pm



~~The Power Of One~~

We are...
you and I,
closer than two,
and greater than the sum,
we are The Power,
Of One...
someday you will turn,
and you will re-turn,
you will re-mind,
and look over...
under, through, and behind,
and you, we, I, find...
the illusions,
that make up this World's Designs...
and you will See Me..
through those amazing eyes,
something Just For You,
at the Perfect Place,
and In the Perfect Time.

The Perfect Rhythm Riddles,
Within The Perfect Rhyme.
And when this Rhythm Ravishes Rivers
The True Design Re-aligns 

I will always love you,
my ever-growing,
ever knowing,
forever showing,
forever sharing,
one Another's Ways,
and caring enough to Save,
Yourselves.

The Power Of One.

~RER~
~11-22-11~
For: Gabriel and Jacob Rose
My Love... Always.

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With Blood of Sweat...?

Nov. 1st, 2011 | 11:11 am


We bleed and sweat
for our children...
to grow up in a world
of blood, fret, regret
& tears
all these long years
we have fought
to hold back
these dams of fears
that if you could trade
would you?

Would you,
trade tears for fears?
to take back those years
and build something
for the generations
to come
we can leave a raped
or we can replant Eden
intention
is the common denominator
for our collective futures
we must act as a planet
we must act beyond 
government
to the point of freedom
without care
why not dare?
What have you to lose?
Money?
The Love Of Honey?
The joy of your children?
And their's?

No more tomorrow.
how about living today?
What's the matter?
Too much SHIT in the WAY?
Welcome to the new religion...
Consumerism.
No more happy books?
Just tons of toys that come with HOOKS!
S'Mother them...
it won't replace a Mother for them.
Now more stories?
Just pictures that the imagination degrade.
Violence is popular.
War to the core,
the American way,
THE WAY OF THE GREAT WHORE.

"The boredom of our children,
is the shortcoming of our under-attentiveness
to their True Needs...
meanwhile their Creativity cannot breathe."

There can be a Tomorrow if we Show them How.
There can be stories if we tell them Now.
There will be rainbows if we show them Wow!
Their creativity can be nurtured by Every One!

So I ask,
just one more thing...
that when we consider the future,
let us leave the balance, 
of Power to that dilapidating
babylonian Tower,
that they may rebuild
where we could not,
is not that always what we wished?

For our children to have the clean world to themselves?
Or would that it could,
disturb those who oppose our Future,
because they are fixated,
even to the point of dilated.
These children can bring peace,
if we listen and we let them,
and if we give them our best,
and leave behind the rest...
I'm most certain,
that they can seal the final crest.

~RR~
~1-1-11-1:11pm2011~









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before even darkness

Sep. 13th, 2011 | 09:50 am


A species emergent
in evolutions current
and convergent
we keep on spinning
we spin in to the sea 
a pearl now
before even darkness
and
timelessly
we learned how 
to become again
and
how
is half-way to who
just a spark deep within
a hummingbird flitter
to sparkle the glitter
as a perfect memory
telepathing we
between you and me
A few hundred trillion prayers
floating feathered
and glowing
throughout all the years
wishing only for help and good
does not this then
display the tendency
of humans.. to be
human / reptilian / animal
and perhaps even Angel?
Made in the image of..
a loving god/dess?
or a living monster?

I believe we are primarily
a peaceful life force
carrying angels
in and out
of Great Temples
Or are we so afraid,
that Our Image
maybe of spirit
may be we
are not these things
only.

Perhaps
We are the highest highs
and the lowest lows
and sometimes
thats just how transmutation goes.

All the love
in all the colonies
of all the connections
of all the collections
 are in all directions
sending so much affection
effecting the outcomes
more than the elections
we are a perfect combination
of something holy
and somthing organic
and here we sit
wondering..
even after aching
pouring our hearts out
and making doubt
we still find away
to work everything out...
everything
out.



~RER~
~11~



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Butterflies

Aug. 31st, 2011 | 03:43 pm



We live in a world
of wordily woes, crossword foes,
    tickling our little toes, with hickory smoke,
and images on which to choke
we evoke the Eternal
sound and light, promises of plight
that drift on clouds 
into deep oceanic dreams
at night.

We wonder aloud, "why am I here?"
We blunder to the point,
where nearly all is rent asunder,
left wet and cold,
in the existence of wonder...
we pound our fists on clouds
making it so loud
we can no longer hear any
sounds
just the rhythm
of our own beastly beats.

We love with all our senses,
more than just a couple balls,
or nipple covered flesh,
to parents is SO DANGEROUS!
What the fuck is up with us???
We are doing the best we can,
but nobody can say it like, 
to my self I can.

We are passionate beings,
and we wish mostly for wings,
not just to fly or for power,
or to only own things,
but to live life,
&
to die..to share..
for a moment in time,
the freedom and knowing,
to exercise the choice of..
Being Butterflies...

...to float those skies,
just this once,
or twice..

We do until we do not.
We do not until we do.

~RR~

~9~2011~







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Time, Timing, Timelessness and Re-Making Ourselves

Jul. 17th, 2011 | 01:47 pm

 

Time...
the measurement 
of movement
through space
in timing.

Timing..
the synchronous alignment,
which occurs in parallel,
or multi-parallel worlds
connecting the personal,
to the Highest Absolution,
and seeing through,
the clear mirror,
seeing the Soul's
Reflection of Inter-Personal
Clues.

So, what is beyond time? And Timing?
Your Personal Awareness,
Your Divine Body,
Your Chi.
Your Pathways.

So remember,
the next "time" that you
find yourself being used by time,
realize that time exists only
as a measurement,
and no matter how we chop up the idea,
there is always MORE being asked of us,
and yet time is not allotted,
therefore we drive ourselves insane,
trying to do more and more,
to prove our worth,
at god's purple door..

May we be reminded,
that time must be used wisely,
because we can only take,
from this world,
what we make of it.....

...By Re-Making Our-Selves.



~RER~
7-11 


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Writer's Block: Part deux

Jul. 1st, 2011 | 11:06 am
mood: humored

Which movie sequel do you like better than the first, and why?

Which answer do you like better than another? Which picture is prettier by Consensus? Why does that matter? How did the answers to this question effect of not, every person who slid on by or into it, as I have? How do the answers impact the author? What is the culminated critical mass event, and at what point is it no longer fun to be a part of? There.............

 You just watched my movie, in someone elses brain, with another attitude entirely.

Do you want a sequel?
LOL!

Namaste'
~zuvuya4~


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Choice

Jun. 26th, 2011 | 07:27 pm

 


In seven billion words
we could barely scratch
the worlds of woes,
where the people have
too little to survive
let alone contemplate greatness
everyone here on Earth
deserves to swim
in their own personal mirth 
where too few people
curl their toes
&
scream orgasms
during birth...
filled to the brim
with Life's Best Dreams..
where the liquid love of two
becomes another drop
of human liquid love
is human being
and the essence
of our initial orgasms
or find your first vocal spasms
all the while
fighting back 
against mommy 
and daddy's thunder
that wanted to become
tears
and rain
so please mom and dad remember
that im right here
me
aware.

its all going to be allright
so, why fight?
but you cant feel me
so I just sit here
and wait
in the middle of
y/our pain..
maybe some see it
only as a loss
but I see equal gain...
because we are learning,
to love unconditionally.
 
To understand pain,
spiritual, emotional, mental,
physical...
to help end
habitual self-destructive 
behavior...
to release our obsessions with labels,
and realize,
our relationship with Nature.
We can,
to clean out the cobwebs
see halo's on clouds

 one must truly experience
what one believes,
oneself can no longer tolerate...
this is when the dignity 
of our humanity, 
is either uplifted by helping 
people back to health,
or as comfortable as possible,
or to help them....
which raises humanity UP....
Or,
we can keep doing
what we have been doing for far too long,
continue to ignore those in horrible agony,
who are so tired from trying to BELONG,
hiding that grinding pain,
trying to keep...
being brave for these kids,
&
act like everything is fine,
yet still dying inside
a little bit more each day
so we just keep swimming out...
just keep swimming out
swimming out...
until there IS
NO TURNING BACK.

We forever have a Choice.

~RR~
10



                                                                       

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wandering with intent...free will

Jun. 2nd, 2011 | 04:26 pm

 

The waves grow
turning tidal into one another
like schools of fish
staying together and unifying
many beings do not yet understand
the purpose
the true purpose of human life
and our connection
with Gaia
She is the wellspring
overflowing, and we
greedy so few
barter for her commodities
for the feeling of control
and power
but these mixtures
of even minimal power,
abuse of control without love,
are fruitless,
and all lead to the same end,
total failure.

A new army
with still-flowered guns
a new union
one earth
one oneness
one force for love
remember
the only healer
is inside you.

We all find
our inner wellsprings again.
It is inevitable. 
One can only PRETEND to be 
what one is not,
illusion unravels for third eye students,
until again we feel,
until we know,
just what balance Is
and how god flows.

Inevitable Ascension.
Limitless Actualities.
 Free Will....that did not come,
from Capitol Hill.

~RR6/11~

"The United States of America, 
is in no way founded upon christianity or any religion.."
~George Washington~

 

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Jun. 2nd, 2011 | 11:58 am

 

The waves grow
turning tidal into one another
like schools of fish
staying together and unifying
many beings
do not yet understand
the purpose
the true purpose of human life
and our connection
with Gaia
She is the wellspring
overflowing, and we
greedy so few
barter for her commodities
for the feeling of control
and power
but these mixtures
of even minimal power,
abuse of control without love,
are fruitless,
and all lead to the same end,
total failure and disaster.

A new army
with still-flowered guns
a new union
one earth
one oneness
one force for love
no matter who you are
remember
the only healer
is inside you.

We all find our inner wellsprings again.
It is inevitable. 
One can only PRETEND to be 
what one already is at some le.

Nothing is ever as it seems.

~RR~
2011

 

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undefined 4-11-11

Apr. 11th, 2011 | 07:46 am

If a movie was made of your life, what actor would you want to play the lead? What about the romantic interest?

I would wish that Peter Sellers play the lead character in the movie of my life. However, I would only want him as the "Chance" embodiment of that pure simplicity, that pure curiosity... no one in the world outside of his own, can begin  comprehend it being anything other than complicated and  totally intermingle, and simple, yet totally disorienting world, a bubble from the baths of hell? Or Cupid with Christ in Heaven Blowing Bubbles.


RR





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glowing in the darkness

Jan. 24th, 2011 | 02:01 pm
mood: cle

How do you think aliens would regard our society? If an alien ship landed in your backyard, would you run away or bring a bundt cake?

 We regard your society, with much potential, indeed, potential that is unlimited. However, we do not appear to your World often in our Natural State, but rather choose to be born as a human being, and overcome your natural state, that we might be harbingers of Love and Peace, Clear Light and Truth. However, we must earn the right, by rites of passage, each marked and pieced, tagged with impressionistic flaws of gemengineers, humans in the stone trade. You do not often perceive us as we are, and that is very challenging for us. For we wish to be seen and heard clearly at human summit meetings. To do so we are born, sacrifice, live and die for a cause, not just to be hedonists... but for a Reason...The One Tho We All Know.

  We have been on this planet since the beginning of this version of Earth, and in this timeline since
the very concept of co-creating a living library entered our Great Ancestors consciousness.Our Ancestors reached Prime Creator Conscious State, and, realizing what we had achieved fell on you a little "late" in the game. Far back we came, and from farpoint evolve, for never does this riddle die and never does it dissolve. Your ego is for choices, that stand alongside "I" yet,
for most of you no Reason, and thus why still spilling of blood and sex.

 This concept is encoded in your genetics. Your science shows that you have 2 strands of connected DNA,
and yet, it also shows 10 other as-yet unconnected strands, these strands are Designed to connect,
as higher consciousness is integrated, to allow you access to the Living Library.
If Earth is a Living Library, Humans would be the Library Card. 

 Earth is an intergalactic, and multidimensional way station of sorts, something only True Dreamers Dream. . . I am sure by now,
if you have not connected to this, you are moving on... so am I... Dear Ones.... See You At The Celebration!!

Undefined....

"RR"~P/S
 

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From me to you love...{revised}

Dec. 4th, 2010 | 03:48 pm


FROM ME TO YOU LOVE
(all original uncensored thoughts
in uninterrupted tandem)

~ . .. .. . ~
          .. . .. . ..      
.... .... .... ....

my love, angel dove , mercy mother,
my other-less other, my best friend,
my partner to the end, the one that doesn't come
how about the one,
that has just begun?

the desire,
to kiss your lips,
the way it feels,
to hold your hips,
mystery of the fingerprints,
the distance i fall,
into your eyes,
the unity that lies,
only between our singing,
and the lullabies.

the mystery
therein
i find myself often
lost and absorbed
wading back to myself
is so very painful
at times

from the joy
i experience in everland
with you.

My master, my mentor,
my monkey, my mate.
My laughter, my boxes,
my creations create.

My sweet one, my darling,
my passionate flower,
my heart aches,
yes bulges, cracks,
and fills with steam,
 just at the thought,
of y/our loving me back,
and i've been dead
for so very long,
all these years,
and now i am strong.

Still....
there is numbness,
that lingers like shattered glass,
here you come,
to help me past...
love.

Show me again,
the gift of life,
and pain,
and the song,
that sings itself awake!

You sang that song,
with me today,
the one where,
our hearts smile,
together,
you always do your best,
in our eden,
manifest.
Where our hearts come together,
in multifold all-pervasive love,
and melt,
like rainbow crayon shavings,
betwixt two sheets of wax,
an image 3D,
of the Love that Lives....
and breathes,
between you and me.

And I am not afraid,
to hold you,
while you kick
and scream,
at me,
and I am not afraid,
to make love with you,
in every way,
from first,
to second,
to eternity relay...
not afraid to argue,
no need,

where love oversees,
matters of true value.

Im not afraid to appear foolish,
for dumping my heart,
on my sleeve,
and don't use it as tissue,
 please,
and in just under,
5 minutes,
I have given a piece,
of My Heart,
to Thee.

~RER~







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to walk a long road

Dec. 3rd, 2010 | 03:33 am

 

to walk a long road
twisted
and bowed
narrow
shoulders
with sentry guardians
and massive
perfectly placed 
boulder-looking
soldiers

now
where
windfalls
&
water dreams
cleanse
the sun
representative
of the one
and all

everything
that exists
is fulfilling its possibilities
now
and you cant stop the children
it must make you think
wow

but the pure distillation
of the entire
human nation
into one lovely
conversation
with rhythm giving
us all 
the choice to sing
again
humanity
is destined for truth
regardless 
of all other influences 
external
past pre-sent 
and future
now

to walk the long road.




~RR~








 

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Nov. 28th, 2010 | 02:41 pm

 
People
with eyes wide open
Seeing one another
for the first
time

wonderland in wonderful
wonderful is wonderland
especially in Your Hands
Do you hear
my heartbeat?
Can you hear your own?
Then you may feel Gaia,
and everywhere at once
make her crystalline presence 
known...
would you not let all your material items 
go...
for the benefit of humanity?
If you had to give your life,
for the entire species
to live on
cured..
of a so-called terminal dis-ease..?

Would you,
rush into a blazing fire were a child
inside?

Look at our power!
Look at the power of intention!
Look at manifest destiny!
We are incredible as a formation of Souls,
living in infinite possible reality solutions,
sometimes I feel consumed by advertisement,
and over saturation,
in most every consumer situation,
that my market admiration
has long ago dropped.

The Bubble has stopped!
THE BALOON POPPED!
REACHED ITS CAPACITY AND 
So I am leaving the rat race,

(I could win, were only I a rat!)
Circles and Circles swallow us 
entirely
into blockades of circuit-like build
of the infinite blacktop,
or wild if so you choose to live more simply,
 if you need no more than land.
and food,
and shelter,
and productivity with intentionality
alters our technologies
and changes the direction of our most probable futures.....
nothing is more comfortable,
than illusions we ourselves 
do so to cling.

We are all one,
were it not so, we'd have a much simpler time
separating one thing from another
at the level quantum
this is one flow
of pure godglow
nameless
goddess
flowing river
eternal.

I adore your every thing.
Bows and kisses to the Queen,
the wisdom foundation,
the overseer,
of the peaceful domains.

And here I remain....
In the patterns of MY life.

Resonating,
at different frequencies,
at any time...
possible to merge with 
and appear unseen,
or blended environment
containment intention.

I wander on.....

~RR2010~









 

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And I Tread Upon Stars....

Nov. 9th, 2010 | 01:36 pm

 


in the slender-filled and intrepid night
some ill-fated creatures
they squeeze to vanquish our impervious harmony
and deeply I giggle
vastly i sneer to smile
for what aimless shadow, however perfect
(however belonging)
can erase the light?!
In the now of dawns great flesh
the here of warmth of our fire
and I tread among stars
amassing a destiny's legacy of truth
releasing the last of my doldrums
and refreshed each breath
a silver chord of uncontainable 
connections

I unmask my agrimony
in the sweetness
and I bask in the organs of the creator
enticing myself to rebirth in these arms
tonight
and seeing peace with no end
a light that never fails

Now I step from this cloak of closet darkness
and reach within, into the Great Library
of pure and true
I glance at You
to unleash
docile mercury
to decapsulate my faith

And as
I free these last few caged 
pieces of my precious heart

into the septic world
of angels and devils
of spirit and ghost
I unbind the forever color
of I
and reveal the What
of the Who
that I Am....
in splendid
and intrepid,
now Galactic Light.



~RR~


 

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