I am walking on a single thread,
I am running out of time,
I am sinking into maybe and once upon a time,
I am focusing out of a silver dime.
The city lights are blinking,
The memoirs are getting blurry,
The colours are running out together,
The world is drifting in motion.
Is this world only mine?
Are your tensions becoming vague?
Are you sinking into the light beneath the balcony door?
Are you craving the signs?
The desecrated smile on your face,
The mistakes are hazy,
My planet is losing shape without your voice,
I am trying to locate your gaze.
If I fall, is that called freedom,
Or just another circle made?
I am not lost or out of focus,
But I don't want to lose my grip on the strand.
jaundiced ego’s eye
our soul doth decry
so if we yet judge
locate then heart’s grudge
Body vessel is like an empty drum,
bliss pressure felt equally everywhere,
where all nodes simultaneously strum,
vibrations of earth, water, fire and air
and at each octave presence is aware,
though in truth lower mind cannot locate,
source that teleports us to heaven’s gate.
A hill that's
about to vanish
with a spark
reflecting
from a loner's home
scintillating
like a star.
When I was a kid,
the hill was loftier,
was a landmark
to locate my school
from the roof of our house.
Unlike back then,
it‘s in a tortured state
like counting down
the leftover
years of life
along with
a solitary glow
portraying
the last hope.
About Why One Might
Seem To Not Want
You To Be...
Artificially Happy.
No Problem.
But Try The One
That Has All The
Artificiality Off...
If You Can Locate It.
You Have To
Turn Off Pride
Turn Off All
That Needy...
***
***
***
What A Relief!
So Much Artificiality
Un-Clotted...
!!!
Try To Stop
Taking Artificiality
So Serious!
No Need, No Needy.
Stop.
Fool.
Lol.
-Gray Squirrel
03-06-2026
Whispers meet in shadowed crossroads,
Wired power, bought with stolen souls
A price paid in shadows, echoed in yours
A watching eye, the symbol known
Hidden faces, shaping your unseen
Beneath masked skies, the truth pulses unseen
Consciousness remains, through trials and tides
Tombs whispering kept secrets
Hidden faces guard, the ancient truths
Reality mirrors the observer's mind
Distractions mask, the light from birth
Consciousness?, Prabuddho'ham, You're becoming
Ananda's slave...
The dollar's whisper, a hidden sign
The deceived sell their spark to shine
They sold their truth for a symbol, now eternity's their debt to pay, in shadows they'll forever walk, the price of a hollow crown
In the noise, you locate the hidden current
Shadows reveal what your path is hiding
The echoes of fate respond to your silhouette's alignment
And balance reveals your true reward
Masks of uncertainty, concealed paths?
Whispers in the wind, carry the truth
Shadows breathe anima occulta
Return to innocence, return to your heart
To your own self, be true
Follow the voice within where truth reigns
In stillness is my path, and the silence reveals my way
At the age of sixty five he was accepted for employment
at a business dispatching organic, non hybrid, heirloom seeds
His specific duties found him in the garden
preparing soil, planting out pulling weeds
The tools that were used would sometimes seem to vanish
No matter where he searched unable to locate them, so outlandish !!
When the owner of the business found the tools that were required
" you've only had a boys look " a frustrated comment she uttered in despair
He could have replied , it's the only way I know, 'cause I'm not a girl
your remarks are discrimination and totally unfair
Instead he accepted her response as an accolade
I only had a boys look 'cause I wish to remain forever young
There are many situations where words have intensive connotations
Just be careful how you utilise your tongue
It would be handy to clone and bi-locate
I’d fool my cousins – Kerney and little Kate
My doppelganger and I would eat in a café where they eat
If they saw both of me at once, their screams would sound sweet.
Let me fly into the skies,
Where the milky way lies.
Bed of stars hangs around,
Oscillates as merry- go -round.
Leaves one and enters into the other,
Just like stepping into a deep river.
Where to start and where to end,
What so ever but still looks pleasant.
Couldn't locate it's center and origin,
All ways look the same as the beginning.
Mysterious you are ,"I love and admire"
Sky looks happy to have you as its attire.
Bluetones - (Where did you go)
I Went to the furnace...
'I went deep inside myself to locate the weakness; I discovered rocket fuel disguised as my inner demons.
Rocket fuel that needed burning!
But first... Containing;
I imprisoned the tormenters until I had a safe place to release them.
When a direction had been chosen, I dragged them through a painful conversion process against their will, which enabled me to convert them into over x2000 workouts, learn a trade, meet hundreds of interesting people, write poetry, create art, open businesses, maintain businesses, close businesses, create relationships, maintain relationships, share inspiration, wisdom and helpful ideas with others... the list goes on.
This converted Rocket Fuel - provided the energy for me to get this done.
But only because I converted it from destructive energy - to creative energy.
I located it, contained it, directed it, then released and burned it when the time was right - which converted it. (into something useful) - the conversion process is the 'furnace' because it is painful, uncomfortable and burns..
Where did you go?
(Ecclesiesetes 7:10)
I searched upstairs and downstairs, mask of fright,
repositioned machinery, turned on lights,
called my doctor and the operator,
tried passion and dispassion, meditation
and my morning crap, sang out of tune,
passed a school bus on the double yellow line.
A clock, a calendar, a ruler,
a minute and an inch. The kind of day
I never have, opens with orisons,
ends with an amen, ardor offsets humor.
I cannot locate the source of the hum
atoms alternating charges, e, i,
sharing and unsharing electrons, p.
I reck I hear (OMG!) my god.
Locate the space between your future and your past, to find your self.
Without any effort, let go of whats tormenting you... Just for five minutes. No doubt it's a thought or a perception. Notice when it next arrives and leaves... Watch how it comes and goes... When it next goes, locate the silent space it was in and try to merge with that space... Place all of your attention there. - Just for five minutes...
hounds bay… locate prey
cats eat rodents… ole!
horses eat oats… hay-hey!
I shelter myself so fiercely.
I am an ongoing discussion;
my life isn't perceived the same.
Do you know I love talking about the most unusual things?
Do you know I can't go a day without my mother's voice?
I wake to a new perception of myself,
one I've made for someone new.
The idea of knowing Diane,
the idea of me being open.
You'll grow tired, I can tell;
I always could.
I'm a girl who is scared:
scared of what the real me reveals,
scared of hurting myself,
scared of how you'll see me.
You can't know how obsessed I become,
you can't know how much power and wealth i crave,
you can't know how much love I hold to give.
I am dull,
I am unfindable.
I am nowhere;
I am lost.
I can't locate what I'm terrified people will see.
They always leave.
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