an event has occurred. the descent. a first touch... glimpse so minute, of the state which awaits us. the hour is upon us all to finally look... from within. there is no more duality, separation or confusion. awaken and realize that the impossible has already become.

there are strange distractions at play, clouding vision, distorting clarity; an interference... noise.

I return to creation to be one with all things that are actually nothing more than myself. Strangely though there is always a persistent quest within this escapist realm to realize truth, to remind myself as to why am doing this, where I really am and what is really going on. Often I do not want to know, for it is this very truth that instigated the creation of this universe, as it is referred to. It is a truth that at some level, I do not wish to be a part of, as the very point of ‘existence’ is to remove myself from eternal knowledge and wisdom. I long for the bliss of ignorance and cry foul at attempts to rouse me from my slumber. Let me rest in this fantasy, no matter how twisted it may be, for I cannot bear the solitude of being one without other. That trap no longer seduces me. Reality is not something I crave, leave me to live and die, over and over.

You never know where it blossoms,

The inexplicable pain of no reason

I have nothing that I could ever desire and still,

That shadow of sorrow persists

Cherishing the sweet moments of bliss,

Wallowing in the ignorance of those around you

You never know who they really are,

Nor what favors they require.

Yet you don’t care.

For the moment is too serene to question.

They need you too much.

Friends and foes alike,

Camouflaged under the hood of ecstasy

You never know which will strike first,

Or what may provoke the conflict.

It will swoop down upon you like a hawk,

And be gone before you even anticipate it.

Then you shall be left alone in the dark,

To fend for yourself,

As you will have no enemies,

And you know no friends.

Then only will you realize the truth,

That has dawned upon you even though,

You wished it would never come.

Yes my friend,

You have tread upon the real world.

Reality that robs you of your childish innocence,

And shatters you with that ever too familiar,

Brutal enlightening

It’s raining outside.

How apt.

Gaze never wavering, hold; do not be afraid. Stand strong resolute borderline arrogant, what could be confronted next that has not been echoed before. Ripples across the reggae magic mocking severity and grace, many forms manifest and recede. Each vibration, every tone representative of aspects in personality that demands not glory, the chameleon ever reveals its true color. Perhaps there is none across this infinite spectrum of possibility; silence is the true light, reflects not on the shores of reason, Rasta danger. Style is a culture of accumulated nonsense giving an edge bizarre impalpable. Fooling everything the beats permeate inducing trance, rudely awoken from glum ignorance. Play those games and witness consequence, for sexuality is a tool not to be abused mirror chemically. These emotions though only platforms for higher purposes cannot should not be ravaged, the plane will fold. If delusion assumes the security of singular importance know this that there are many more on a platter, this manipulator tricks every delicacy simultaneously.


Consumed and enjoyed then cast into oblivion, mere objects in a Goliath spectacle unfathomable to the scope of vision even internal. Poetry is deception masking direct communion for the dangers involved by miscarriage. Never mistaken the march is orchestrated by that beyond compassion so expect no mercy, if granted grovel. The savagery of beast is a fraction of its origin; who hesitates not because the strike already engulfed unsuspecting mortality, before awareness kicks in. Meditation calculation anticipation mortification surrender all theatrics performed in hope of reward. This eye regards piercing through all games, knew strategy nascent, in fact the seed thereof. Be careful…

Delicately yet subtly it came, a moment awaited so long, need deprived for ages past, now complete. Resolved once more peace is granted and again there is bliss, satisfaction and inspiration. Never anticipating the precious simplicity of such innocence, light as a feather soft silken youth unscathed, wretched is this beast that devours beauty so unique. Thirst must quench and the goddess graces desire with this gift so sweet. Unwrapping ribbons, intent shivers for fear of damaging the fragility to behold. Unfamiliar encounter attains a certain harmony and somehow everything is alright. Nowhere near the expected explosive ravaging savage and desperate, the soul takes over and commands man to behave in spite of his lower self. Restraint shown proves to reap the greatest fruit; somehow this is not the way it was conceived, as usual so much better because scripted by the bloke who has ultimate style.


Cheers old friend, guide and master outdone once again by through and for us, nothing less than the expected unexpected splendor always ripe with surprise. Embarrassed for the previously maintained doubt or skepticism now one bows down in a rarely genuine humble gesture of gratitude, for expression of sentiment is a deformation due to limitation. At best art can be offered, a symbol of creativity within the magnificence of this continual manifest. She sings, I hear and everything is good again.

There has been a significant gap in the stream of creative flows, incubating in nature perhaps, but somewhat dull, devoid of stimulus, routine. Reasons for the lull cannot be easily identified, in synchronization with a multitude of unresolved issues. Even this writing, dry, unenthusiastic, forced with the meditative poise disturbed distracted. Hiding behind the veil of a self assumed high ground, arrogance seeps in with her classic swagger. The real questions being left unanswered, not even engaged through contemplation, written off as the riddle of an entity beyond separate, who with a larger field of influence and / or understanding must address for unrelated agenda. Ours remains the immediate goal, survival, propagation of ego centric acquisitions, conquest, image building strategy. Domain and territory transpires unto the idea sphere, nothing remains original or pure, boredom sets in thus we get fat and fart. Ridicule not this metaphor for it translates literal and obvious.


Somewhere a stand must be taken and matter needs guidance, because unless individual awareness aligns with consciousness manifestation though continual and perennial, danger will persist. True freedom comes not toward a succumbing and decline, testing the will of divine energies. The moment needs to be seized, as the struggle is upwards with help from the higher, and not the necessary uplifting of a dead inert load. Our part in this endeavor cannot be disregarded, for the danger that the contrary attitude may cause. Even if these rants were mistaken, and the play shall resolve unto itself irrespective of the human input, the effort shall never be vain. As a tonality our spirit demands some form of action regardless of guidance or lack of therein, for solely through some form of contribution we evolve further. A gift is rarely just presented, fearing the potential lack of value that such a casual gesture may accompany.