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the soul is the sole sol/it is you that is carrying you.

i sing to you from the mountain of trees, a lost piper strumming my lute for thee. my voice signals altruisticdevotion, my soul is weathered and cracked from the cold. my heart lies in your holy locke...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Jul 2009 19:22:00 GMT

dawning your woods

i feel the brittle flesh of the sun melt underneath my skin, becoming my guide it swoops and swallows me. massaged in healthy doses of wholesome death, it swoons and sweeps me, eats me and defeats me....
Posted by on Sun, 12 Jul 2009 11:06:00 GMT

that which you will become.

as consciousness wanders, i am unfolded into a sea of unknown entities. the flux of a body thought not to be in the position of change. the bells ring in,solar flares of thought, freeing the mind is a...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Apr 2009 11:50:00 GMT

a hymn hemmed for him

the seeds that plant the stones,to the lands we used to roam,the regenerative days we've always known,through master and disciple i've been shown.we are the plants that have always grown.so learn to b...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Apr 2009 12:50:00 GMT

raising the moonchildren

sparrow lost in a globe, sneeking into my room. warm nights robed as children, hearing the glistening blaze of the egg that was laid, breathing scents of savory pastures yet to be known. letters excha...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Dec 2008 08:31:00 GMT

empyrean

realms of heaven ascend upon me. i am lifted into mountains of shadows. i travel them, the hearth of the shadows, whispering sweet secrets. there is a dance of surrender, the flame dances this dance. ...
Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 18:25:00 GMT

magister jones and the brahman shoppe boys

the path is restless, making my feet continue to thrust. our bodies are ever expanding within an ever expansive universe. let me not search for love or wisdom, let me not search for home or a place to...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 07:33:00 GMT

the pious bird of good omen

the shock of being swept away, carried by the jagged mantras of the water. a moving cave. the mystics resting on an iceberg, capable of death, capable of building ruins of breeds of stallions, swimmin...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 16:06:00 GMT

north node

the religious temple, high upon the hill dangling as limbs of trees. branches reveal the air, allowing us to feel it. the laws allow us. we allow the laws to consume us. the laws of nature, gravity, p...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 10:32:00 GMT

desert almanac

flawlessly emerged by my own lake. i slithered quietly down the whole, of it. intricately dissapointed in the occurances of misplaced thoughts and treasures. lost. unseen. passing. dissolve. bewitched...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 10:23:00 GMT