My hair’s standing up,
cosmogyral frequencies
here for a visit.
An unsettled heart clamors ..
your embrace feels just like home.
Express yourself no matter how different it seems
It helps the world create love frequencies of color themes
The desperation of newness is of dire need
We learn from difference; some need to take heed
Tradition is being sub-consciously stubborn to change
Evolution come from creative conscious ideas exchange
A box is nowhere near imagining while you create
Creation far from the norm which some can't relate
Earth beginning to vibrate away the black and white schemes
Let the magic of colors energize the world by hue-man dreams.
Now
The landscape stretches
Her range out beyond sight
While notably
Visible along the horizon
to the left and right,
She moves on away
Dancing
Into the traveling dimensions
of time
Toward realms
Where language has yet to be
Any more than merely humming —
And
Any signals, any gestures of need
Proceed from essence — unleashed —
Feelings
Fleeing being bound…
To attach
To Sounds’ quivering frequencies
Streaming along their escape routes
— always forward, outward
Prime to crisscross the heavens…
Passing over fears’ attempts to reign…
Now, arrows fly fleetly
Following
The dancing landscape
Toward some unknown end points
Where Love outlasts all.
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(* 1 Cor. 13: 8- 12)
There are frequencies and vibrations beyond what we perceive.
There are energies and realities outside what we conceive.
An unfocused mind is unaware of all the rest.
A synchronized mind is on a most remarkable quest.
I hear the voices of angels
As I listen to the chime of bells.
Allow me to be an instrument
Harmonizing notes of hope
Seeping to the deepest areas of sorrow
An air of unforeseen humility
Sending frequencies of empathy
A vibrational wind of faith
To those who suffer
May the music bring an instrumental joy
Broadcasting melodies of compassion
Tangled within the atmosphere
Exerting tunes that soothes all pain
Let me be an instrument
For the one’s with a heavy heart
May they hear the little ditties of love
Transmitting silent chords erasing worries
As passionate themes suppress the agony
And even if only for a brief moment suffering -paused
Followed by only peaceful sounds of comfort
RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, I love you RoyGBiv with my might
You have to do with rainbows, wave length frequency and light
Electromagnetic Wave Prism Experiment gave us many a clue...
We can credit Isaac Newton, a scientist whose credentials are overdue.
RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, I admire you RoyGBiv, I truly really do!
Relationship between wave length and frequency are ultimately true.
Gamma-Ray, X-Ray, Ultraviolet Ray Too. They are all famous now
Thanks to the likes of you! Even those short stubby radio waves. Wow!
If you are interested in experimenting, verifying some of this great stuff.
See website “Imagine the Universe”. Their lesson plans are not tough.
RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, you show us light travels at one speed.
But diverse wavelengths and frequencies give us colors that we need.
underwater mysteries lye dormant
underwater frequencies run ramped
flippy grey floppy over currents and waves
floating boats poach and boast the most
flippy floppy tides sway coast to coast
choppy white water,
tidal wave caps
harpooning for big benji and da bloonies
illegal ignorant people
turn pirate and evil,
they don't even know
lethal vibrations steer fear thru the nose
bottlenose flippers hear and swim near
flippy see dark slick come from engine rear
flippy Frisbee disc floppy,
fly thru the air
hunger for humans
show no pity
starving their wits
little did flippy know not to swim thru oil slicks
playing with nature
why not?? No risk?
gill filled with ick
black gold and ignorance
oils inflation,poached population
effects and causation
coffins for mammals soon not to exist
love earth and love water
at least love still insists
life will anew, recycle this mist
though will dolphins adapt to this new age environment bliss
I love flippy and floppy, I hope for the best
I end with a kiss
True, truth can be heard from mouth of babes
Reason why, want them at young age
Know they, them their own true sage
Yet, sent signal meant rage
Forbids them turn page
War with self, wage
Dark light plague
Locking
cage
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