INTUITIVE ENCAPSULATIONS
indefinite
spaces
surmised
the
travelled
paths
inwards
&outwardly
shaped
figures
&
ciphered
coincidentals
in
philogious
wonder
scripted
with
inspired
pointers
invariably
linked
INTUITIVE SENSES
purposed
source
of strength
in
consolation
enclosed
with
simultaneous
metaphors
incorporating
paradoxical
spatial themes
of
concentric
perspectives
circle
glittering
mysterious
symbolic
symbols
of mutual
familiarity
Blind obedience till death,
a transitory illusion at best.
Following others a crossed path,
a maze of continuing half truths.
These centrifugal forces finding foe,
a marginal mayhem to behold.
Don’t step up and follow along,
it may feel safe but alas not strong.
Reach within and grasp your soul,
traveling this road you will not be alone.
Do dare this path of trusted insight,
a power to witness blessing intuitive light.
The Longer
You
Use Something
Broke;
The Harder It
Is To:
Fix.
-Gray Squirrel
11-19-2025
sweetest orendo
intuitive indian
owned by apache
It's Your Expectations
That Dissappoint You,
Not What Things
Really Are.
You Can Absolutely
Love Everything If
You Just Control
Your Mind.
-Gray Squirrel
10-16-2025
A petition has intiaton.' On border soverigenity.' Midst angst
And supposition ? In one dimention flow of people..Has
Been a staple, before Noah sailed over the silenced; and hidden
Creations.' Yet subject to conditions i e ( travellers funding
Available craft? the (prevailing tides and seasons ) allowing
Integration, of benefit to any nation.' Any artifice; or abberation
Type's Cannot justify, it is my inclination.' Only in the 1700s
Enslaved peoples in ( massed movement ) mirror of the
Current.' And did such not cause misery.? The 1970's
Was a purging, a cathartic stage' of (that un-normal) un-needed instancy.) driven by such materialistic social engineering originally.!
In a certainty of lunacy.' So in Britian late 2024 a petion is
Now set forth.' To seal all borders for a full five years course.' In normal
Times such would be ludicrous.' Yet in consideration of what we see' with
All the currant human misery..' It now appears most judicious and not at all Im-prudent; to use.' as i can see.)
It is ridiculous to think that being peaceful implies weakness.
If you want your peace, you must be willing to fight for it.
As in protests.
If you want to lead a war, you must be a pacifist.
As in manipulation.
Counter-Intuitive
If
You
Don't Try At All:
You
Will Never Be
Disssssappointed.
-Gray Squirrel
12-02-2024
In verse I blend my roles, multiplicity defined..
A poet-mother-daughter, all within my design.
Sister, secretary, cleaner, nurse—my busy days abide..
Dreamer, philosopher, optimist, by my side.
Psychic and intuitive, my spirit held dear..
Engineer, crafting futures, breaking barriers without fear.
She spoke to me saying I would be lost without you.
She said my love is true and undying only for you.
In past times of exuberant joy and times of sorroful pain, I have been there.
She is a beautiful cycle of giving and receiving like a breath of clean fresh air.
Subtle are her clues sent forth from the ether to help in the awakening and set one on an exciting journey anew.
She shows the path to good health and prosperity enjoyed by those who took a leap of faith and grew.
A shadow I noticed out of the corner of my eye.
A fleating reasurrance of a guardien angel near by.
A phenomenon in several dreams always with a remarkable feeling of calmness.
A tender aura of radiant light, a reflection of my own essence.
A pure sense of peace and wonder envelopes this corporal avatar all the day long.
Hinting, uncovering and guiding with a voice as soft and warm as a summer breeze singing a lovely song.
the one breath limitation'
When life is on the verge of surrendering to chaos;
Natural order will point you towards a new opportunity, Rewarding you with self discovery.
The raven's eye turned to dust
Foreseen sight remained in lust
Wings now broken beyond repair
He's now destined for despair
The flock is mocking his new found shame
He knows not that he's to blame
Cursing the night that took his sight
While walking towards the healing light
R.K.H
I remember childhood carousel mirrors,
antique, ornate, intoxicating, glimmering,
glinting, gleaming, turning,
calliope piping, toy top twirling, shimmering.
I remember all those early years of yearning.
I remember grainy analog TV,
pallid, pasty-faced, fuzzy vestiges,
wavy-gray shadow-shades so giddy.
I remember the vapid, vacant egregious,
the dull corporate thievery of the airwaves.
I remember polychromatic butterflies,
splodgy, splotchy, wavy, Lepidoptera,
dewy glorious mornings playing in a puerile land.
I remember wispy pastels, childish whispered chimera hopes.
We all wanted to believe in the carousel.
I remember wooden yearlings swirling,
ponies pumping, rolling, my resemblance careening,
my semblance of being aspiring in glittery silvery sterling.
I remember so many seraphs pirouetting,
all silently streaming, mercifully redeeming.
I remember childhood carousel mirrors.
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