The Agonizing Dissoulution is Compassions Force

Love is a clear inferno
A white flame at the hearts epicenter
That manifests as different colors
to different persons and cultures
at different time and dimensions
in different states
Even the oldest soul who has seen things vile and putrid
Who has played with thoughts of death and living is conquered

Sometimes my deeper self is discouraged
It sees the predicament of people through the trials one has gone through
The ravaging seas of death and sorrow, the stone calloused indifference, the suppression
They do not see it, they do not understand the magnitude of this simple thing. I write from the womb of my own silence. There are those who I am connected with in consciousness, those thems are you with both stems removed. This attitude of sacrifice and the blending of ones qualities. This hearts center that stretches in from beyond all things. It's creatures... can I not save one from the suffering of loving? I was once blind with this compassion, but I know I cannot speak of it, I place it here and there so I can assimilate it privately later. The innocence of the human spirit has been persecuted & murdered. So strong it strengthens itself in the look of another mountain, another containment, it crosses each canyon as though it had a bleeding urgent message.

Yes.. it's too much but never enough
My time and my energy are devoted towards her/she
She heightens my sense and abilities
The ache in my body and eyes quake
And my sincere sadness extends itself
Like molten lave from the bellows
Speaking like a broken old beggar
I outreach my frail hand with whimpering voice
"In my dreams I see you, In my dreams I see you"
Sick of the torn rags that burden my soul
I throw them in the fire of your sacrifice
The ground melts and again I fall
Into bottomless abyss, you want to destroy me
Well.. I best let go

Poets Congregate on Skype

J: I cant ignore this whore, who thrashes floors of density into my flesh deep
punches of rich thick old blood through the water clarity
J: such a fucken parody i swing my eyes ludicrous and done
M: Blood clotted in the iris, what I think manifests on papyrus
M: With a sensual sense of secret a soft and feminine
M: wishing to resolve individual flaws
J: breeding with festering blackness alive and thriving in vibrational heat. swimming to infest. diving to invest a love of the slimiest
J: stuck in the individual stuck in the individual
M: never stuck in this construct, never taken and forsaken as long as your vibrating
J: chorus
M: but the bottom of the muck is as fair as the heavens, so whats the difference?
J: with owl eyes abrasive blues long and cool legs
M: I sing the blues songs and strum upon a loose peg
J: but children and marching men inside of your psyche will charge at you, taken aback into crack worlds
J: pearls alone, blues on beach chairs, red cramming objects in cavities
M: yellow and lonesome pulled into clarity, the strange sting of sincerity, objects uniform and reshape
J: prisms activate, fellows of castles long ago chime in angelic floats,
J: distant memory clouds the nose with emotional hold, blows and folds
M: sunken in moats a crusted sea grove, old blacks turn and are sent back to the boats
J: coats, take the coats
J: mothers reminisce
M: I remember her as freedom that was suctioned in an instant
M: robes removed
J: trailed off in conveyor belts
J: chicken
J : the females frozen icicle breath purring on me
M: melting me as winter rolls into spring scent
M: wafted from the woman is the innocence
J: in a bottle quiet in dimensions of melodic grandma love
J: away from our pelting energies babies
M: soaked in a bathtub, scrubbed from the skin
M: relaxed to a small extent, calm air is rusted
J: left so vulnerable oh so vulnerable... as suds and flecks brush like the wave of city life
M: the lavender scents eerie like the cities might, But grass lay flat beneath the sitting lights
J: and purring warmth's follow the lighted trail to a boy, and the petals are embroidered within the tender network of hair.
J: subtle goddess lights dance
J: the rosiest warmest love swirls
M: breathing out of containment to the sweat of the world, the angst of new love
J: death is melted into tar infusions
J: no
M: a soggy incinerator of life speak
J: he holds a key with lavender connections so small but stronger mightier than the star he holds true to. patients plays on the radio. flows of the universe are within without doubts
J: soggy spelling
M: writing syllables as the sky translates light..
J: love is in the breeze. float on your stomach with me. touching our souls with sunlight silence. and bobbing flowers. our advanced knowings swooning in silent purpose
M: ether stretches further and farther until embrace is reached cross interstates driven, homes on the hillside, country living
M: the dark screen one reaches out to appraising and nourishing, straining and salivating, loving longing the same
J: the night sky smiles, wielding data of truthful bearing to heart
J: apples you never knew
M: returning stick as transfer to the sap of the cells, embalming aliveness in the still portrait of person
M: showing generosity as a cool pink
J: take my hand, and let the compassion of Christ compel sun and wind as one twisting into waves of stomach thwarting glory to the past
M: in a romance conjunctures as ink in the fine print of news, universally translated in the heart of breeds dying from flourish
J: the joy of smelling a rose, sends me into robust memories bold but non-clingy, lifts me into the lightest cloth. the rose soul braids the biology of my heart. I am she in humble bumble bee acceptance.
M: like its peddles, the rhythm of buzz brought tranquil, only a tepid whisper, a warm water flushed to a prospered posture, plush
J: yet a buzzing shot shoots through me. my brain is dominance, and this dog searches for a bug like him to envelope in and out to touch the endless iris. melting into knees. peas
M: tendons snap and brisk iterates, what is this now flown past figure and formula, let me seek , let me see and rest
J: i pet the statues whom have stepped up in paradoxical fancies, they love the whispers. that gently caress them inside
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J: let me feather into rest as well. hands and feet and fingers and toes in my third eye. pondering them sweetly
J: with lava
M: like yogurt soft, instilled in need of cinnamon
J: gorgeous matt...
J: (bow)
M: from where does a flow so subtle and suiting come ((bow))
J: its comes from your heart
M: yes that was graceful
M: together
J: be proud and blessed... alot of men of earth and women are not connected with it
J: that was beautiful :]]
J: (inlove)
J: haha
M: hehehe twas
M: i resist going back to normalcy

I am that I am

I'm not entertained by all contained
This is how I enter tame
Fissures fusing in my brain
Love & pain without restrain
Did you hear my voice or name
I'm the whisper in the rain
I have no shell, I've wore it out
I have no cloths, I've burned them all
I have no home, to carry doubt
Not even this to point it out
I the one without constrain
The one who sets the soul aflame

Journal 3/27/11

It's becoming more difficult to explain myself with words. The proper adjective, or the word best to describe how I feel alludes me. Currently I have woken up from a nights sleep and I feel something, although not tearing me, longs to be expressed.

So strange when I spend time to open myself up to things further to see what I really am. What I consist of beyond thought, an ever unfolding space or lightness. But still I feel so strange like I'm losing something like there is something for me to do that I already know, It's only a matter of devoting my time and finding what to spend it on. And indeed time is an opportunity to work, to spend in an activity and to quicken my functioning to that activity.

Is any of this sincere? The pace of which I write only skims the service while a slower writing would plunge the depths. I've concluded we are not individual, we do not have a set of quality but rather contain all within ourselves, every potential, everything perceived or sought after. All the dissapointments, the history of humanity. This is such an immense find and it signifies so much. What is the roll of someone who understands this fact. It seems unearthly, yet there is no longer anyone to explain, there is no other. I could use some direction. Wrapping myself up in writing as an excuse for prolonged instinct.

Space heightens, the ceiling of thought is distraught and folds into infinity
Chakras spin and throw off the dust of centuries
The habitual ways go south and an incredible speed is revealed
A speed that cannot be liven up too, increasingly glorious
Relationships to the world are vague and strange
Distant but never denied all together
What does it mean to open to these shifting skies
To die in the moment, to love like a golden axim
At the same time action is an apple seed lodged between mystery and understanding
Far beyond a given system felt as an extreme in a simple action
Channel this intuit poetry, find the gem, expressith
No longer can I hide I must resume activity
No longer can I type I must depart for "work"

I'll tell you of a peace

Sometimes I want to go and leave out into non-exist
Would anybody know? or even give a shit?
This life for me is cold, why do I do this to myself?
My breath is fire to the flame, and I'm about to melt
I remember all the times that my heart meant nothing
A heart turned pure meets a world worth stuffing
I wish these people knew how much they needed me
That I wasn't just a piece of anothers scenery
While propping up the false, those things of little worth
I'm peeling back these scars to show me where I'm hurt
Yet I wobble and I fall my fibers wear so thin
This world is just a hoax, utterly limiting
Don't let it wear you down, don't fall into it's smoke
It's fleeting and it's lost with translations of it's hope

What kind of good am I, if you can't connect with me
And tears that balm my eyes can't suffer this disease
To give myself to love in a land that harbors none
That quivers and than dies with the light of little sun
Who stoops into my look, who harnesses my heart
Who honors to be done, as life crumbles apart
This virtue and it's scorn is all to much to ask
The mercy of the lord that cannot cure the past

And every path is worn, and every mind is tired
And all that live are crying and burning by the fire
With blisters on there feet, they walk without a doubt
And whispers of deceit plan and mark there route
No impulse in my wake, No fiery in the storm
What's created takes the place
Of an undisputed yearn
Whose mouth is dry and chapped
Than have him so be fed
But expect him little sleep
Among the hapless dead
Who weary in their ways, while singing of their laws
Who wake only to moan and issue fresh resolve
To never understand and seek a sight that's true
With letters and demand so they will beckon you
Forgetting of your deeds the moment business' through
These rainbows in the sky will grant one little hue
A penny worth of pity, a smile that's sewn from cloth
Yet protest you in trial and point out all they lost
And pacify themselves in books that others quote
Than pixalate their fame to reinforce it's scope

These processes are taint and a shame to who are free
Yet I'm angry at the fact that before I willed to be
Devoting energy to a sequence and a search
I resembled men like these that do nothing but deserve
There's so much to unearth, each motive and it's cause
Yet I'm tired and I am hurt from everything I solve
An innocence benign, and inner scent is wafted
And suctioned down the street than melded to the day
The frequency of few could it be adequate?
To manifest in you, the mute compassionate?
The serpent slithers tongue, will you faint under it's gaze?
The decision's left with you, I ask how you'll behave
To face the hues of gray and dimensions of this time
Or position to a post not straying from it's line
Is tinder with you still, than light a match and burn
Dispatch capacity of all that has been learned
Cause yes the odds are slim, and yes the climb is steep
And yes the gap is wide, and nothing comes with ease

Yet all the strength I own will lead me to my feet
With a back laden with stone through the gnashing of the teeth
We'll make this world a home, and bring about an ease
Some spirits speak of doom, Ill tell you of a peace
A poet and his feast, a wind unto the east
A bloom unto the heart, the few that mind there speech
Of mercy and it's might, the dross of old appeal
Denounced like leaden suit, an exposition of the real
The firmament and faith, the drop that carries truth
And casts itself as proof to the waters that pollute
I'll speak from satin tongue, your conscience than will shift
And shuffle through and sift, it's tangled web of mesh
to suffer through it's mess, and claim the consummate
Your figure and it's breath become predominant
Your fingers and their flesh they move without a hitch
From toe unto the head you network all of it
The flow of whats been felt expressith so the gift ~*~

Written by Winter Storm

Carry the torch of heart
Like summer heat stains the skin orange
And the blue ocean sweats as exhalation
The movement of life and time bridge in well being

Creation spawns and old obliterates
New buds & saplings grow from the tree
The season shifts so many cycles and still the earth turns
One day it will be not so
The grandfather planet that has seen so many specimen
Housed and homed plenty phenomena will understand
and resign to it's own will of space, leaving from life
Calmly and without rush
Carried on by the infinite oceanfront
Washed upon the belly of white idea
And worked into a cell of intelligence
Remaining for endless durations in closed case
I stumble upon you today & forever more
For I am you and you me
And we all carry the same representative
that quiet voice in our hearts that speaks like earthquake
That honors death and the crimson tear of the soft spoken song
That collapses to aid us in the eyes of persecution
Who grows upset at the faded flower foregoing a lavender scent, and understands still that it must be so.

This sustaining cycle that is wicked and beautiful both but more so plain and fair. The scribes of love await the coming of dawn, and the knower goes into night snows to harness his peace. For in morning it will be figured, weather wared, breakfast cooked. The smile lines the faces of the young while the stern contemplate matters of manner. And before one is old he is ancient, another is old but a fool yet . Blending, bleeding, signed by fashion. Life.

I Honour the One Who Perfects the Self

Through Dramatic & Traumatic experience you see the deep significance of your relationship with self. You learn care and self respect not from a book or an enforcement of behavior on your life, rather as a natural uprising and intrinsic part of oneself. And it drives one, an unceasing knowledge to know and penetrate into ones self and sit at the throne of ones self exaltation!

The freedom and lack of resistance, in non-desire you have nothing to do but relax. You have success, you have beaten the phantom self! You have reclaimed your power of wholeness & wholesomeness. The old roots have been ripped and you are remain the open spaces in soft soil for those waters of rejuvenation to pour into. Allowing the deepest seeds of your potential to sprout, take new roots and flourish in the grounds of selfless service and goodness.

You are an honor to your fellows and an archetype for there aims. You have exampled the finest, non- threatening and pristine. Creative and compassionate. Ingenious and original. Through the torrents of despair you have claimed the sweet treat of the sustainable self. Peace be with you as the wind guides your back to a beautiful befriending with the hand that feeds you your nature.

You have carried the torch through the jagged mountain paths and set the summits tinder ablaze. Such a note worthy flame, such a heroic aim. The angels applaud while the earth and it's inhabitants swell with pride in their spirit. You have come & came back to the center of your own innate perfection. Blessed Be. You are Free.