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Mystical Currency

Richness of mind
the money no matter
A visual feast
uncountable wealth

Conceptual bullion
perceptual bitcoin
Intuitive treasure
— a fortune indwelt

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

Streets Of Solitude

In the resonant noise of continual commotion,
as the voice of hysteria feels quietened  
by the tender touch of consummate calmness, 
the serene sheath of sentiments sinks slow 
with uniquely unexpressed notion
in the unreachable forsaken depth of the mute mind.

When the cacophony outside finally subsides,
the unsaid becomes the sound of silence,
that vibrates where it finds the desired niche,
strikes softly the unknown chord of harmony.
The expression enunciates what isn’t conveyed yet
from the placid depth of quietude.

In the chaotic space of crumbled relationships
the squally sentiments spiral outraged
in the whirlwind of invasive indignation, 
where they once grew in the eye of resentment storm.
Many hues of sensitivity act in the kaleidoscopic show
in the frozen depth of the heart unfeelingly hollow.

When the tempest stops after the apocalypse,
the designed perceptual shroud of stalled silence
spreads in the psychic pathway paved by cogent essence,
where the fragrant wind of seraphic spring blows
with floral emotions that walk the dormant desires
in the desolate streets of solitude.

MULTISTABLE

absence
 of colour
black
  on white
or
 white
  on black
deceives
  the eye
in
multistable

perceptual
   decisions
melody/harmony
 subject/background
 &
 positive/negative
 reversal
  exists
 on
the same spectrum
at
 opposite
    end
yet
 one
in harmony rather
than
 orchestrated

PartI and Part II

PART I   The Experiment 
A person who makes bad decisions
Is it a secret motivation 
True naive flexing a muscle only known as misery
I can't find an approach
I can't see the thoughts like doctor sleep
What is a true sacrifice
Does it not know comfort 
Does it marry purpose
Ignore common and regular
Who feels like part of a bad decision 
And still they sit 
Idle in their comfort
To be discarded 
labelled bad for my environment
PART II  
A powerful shadow
Too at thought 
Too ill of peace 
I see you my dear hiding in your hell
There was no poison
My sweet love of perceptual chaos
When nothing plus nothing equals something
I will sit under the whispering willow tree
Waiting for substance waiting for the sun
Because it will be the only one left
We can not defeat
Done like dinner
But never defeated

Future Gifts

To be Vessels of Selflessness
we're understanding that
through birth is our future unfolding;
carried upon the shoulders of guiltlessness;
through minds of inoffensiveness;
embraced by hands of innocuousness
and immersion..

In..

a world weaved through universal beholding;
we're creating with a heartfelt devotion;
touched by soul-moving adoration;
passing timeless connection;
for non-religious veneration
and amazement..

With..

our Beings' undeniable amorous Calling;
by the realization of the perceptual embodiment
of our Souls inevitable arbitraments
through their final awakenments
and remembrance of commitment
and loyalty..

To..

this place of Love and Belonging;
of immense transcended integrity.
That through deep Soulmate equality
we embedded Love as limitless security
for our children's souls immortality
and balance..

That..

They may Rise through their life's Morning;
safely see with a clear sighted acceptance.
Hear the Universe's never-ending resonance;
breathe the Now's vast guidance
of each moments healing absorbance
and recognition..

They are each Individual One's
and gifts of Love

Road Signs

Our daily lives are filled with them, whether in front
    Of us, or in the rear-view mirror.
And though at times the reflection is backwards,
    The messages are loud and clear.

They provide much more than just direction,
    Offering warnings to pace or detours ahead.
While guiding travelers to their destination,
    And avoiding potholes & debris that has spread.

Though many seem to be permanent fixtures,
    Others may appear briefly, before they are gone.
 As our perceptual acuity is often tested,
    Integrated into the avenues, not withdrawn.

The messages conveyed through all these graphics,
    Are there to suggest safe passage to an end.
While steering away from roadblocks or calamity,
    Or whatever else may be around the next bend.

Define Love

That tangible dream as perceptual touch,
the extended soul by birth anticipated so much.
Beauties fairest trade wherein all adjust itself in time,
life’s captivity for that motion fragrance to refine.
Passion as smoke and emotion glow as love’s fire,
selfless illumination become the treasure desire.
Contented with what one posses in life,
ecstasies at moments that proof that strive.
Love’s oblique by all angle create that tear,
touching a infinite generation planisphere.
Parallel individual living that us bind,
in time to gives us that rhythm to find.
Sensation and exaltation are not the same,
pleasure is the sensation to tame.
Happiness comes from divine exaltation,
and only true form of liberation.
Loving thoughts as refreshment to the mind,
love subsistence for the heart so kind.
Truth as sustenance of the soul by al might,
definition of love and its passage of rite.

Moon Face Stares Perpetual

The moon's face is transfixed,
spellbound, staring, stupefied;
never blinking, never flinching
never looking away.
For Earth has locked the near side of the moon,
to forever face us.
It has locked the far, dark side, 
to forever face away, 
never to look upon us, never for us to see.
The moon's stare is perpetual, habitual, perceptual,
inescapable and unshakable;
always there, forever watching what we do.

A Hybrid Fragment

preoccupied
queries of the curious
having obligations
but still inquisitive
sceptical...yes
perceptual...possibly

such disparate thoughts
are quickly silenced

Memory of Hawaii At the Age of Three

For my muse, I choose the euphoric source
Of my most transcendent -

   Lovely
- Muddy 
 Memories. 

Perceptual flashes? slosh slushing 
Approaching an untamed blue-green pond
Just your average amphibian gone blonde.
In sunshine or windward shower.

Loitering around the grassy brim, 
On that one slick rock, I stood up 
Catch a fish. oooooh, you swift ~
Let it back in?

Or you could... 
Run screaming like the flaming river rumbling down the mountain. 
To the lunulate lagoon?? in the front yard

Hop & stand 
Fish in hand You. Have. To. Make. It.  

But     the        gargantuan          estate.  .     . it's too late.

That tiny t-rex gait, might just seal 
That golden guppies fate. 

Cause you sprung like spring 
And set that little sucker free.

My Dear Gods

Discarded by-product.
Was it difficult to explain it to us?

Forgive me my dear gods
for I can not understand your puzzle.
I'm not worthy of your intelligence
because I'm stupid standing up and watching
in the sky looking for you.
I cry my dear gods
because you left me
I do not belong neither heaven nor earth
I feel the eternity goes away for me ...

How many times do I still have to die!
Self-control, detachment and mercy
in the chains of feelings, passions and desires!

As a bastards left on the road
we feed on animals poisons.
Are we worthy of your salvation
my dear gods!?

Dirty and damned!
We carry viruses.
Oh my gods tell us why you gave us consciousness?

Dear gods or God!
We are yours
Irony of grammatical error
or maybe genetic mistake
or maybe historical mistake
or maybe perceptual error
or maybe medical mistake
or maybe space error
or maybe or maybe...
Dear gods, we are yours
an unconscious mistake.
Come and destroy us!

What a Man

I once met a man of great integrity.  He was timeless,
with no constraints, restrictions or illusions.  He was to
be as seen, no distortions, with perceptual consistency, 
without misrepresentation or delusion, guiltless, forthright,
sincere, candid, open, trusted, honorable, square, just,
upright, fair genuine, straightforward and frank. He really
was an all-round good guy.  Funny though, for the life
of me, I just can't seem to remember his name...

Never Always Sometimes

I never always truly sometimes
Wish I could be just like you
Better than not just good enough
One of the rare unlucky few

To be calm cool and uncollected
To be at the bottom of the perceptual top
Bopping to the sound of a dyslexic drummer
Whetting appetites I just cannot stop

To be imprisoned in the prison of freedom
Doing those things I shouldn't want to do
Left right forward back at the beginning 
Like a child size adult version of you

I never always truly sometimes 
Wish I could be the only one me
A little eccentric somewhat normal
Wondering towards who I wish to be

For nothing is everything I wanted
Now everything is nothing worthwhile
I live in the moment of forever
Trying to turn back a broken fixed dial!

Acclivity

ACCLIVITY

It is so easy to refine and relax through this perceptual escape.
Your thoughts are pure and thinking is disengaged.
As time pass, we will discuss out.
We will share our thoughts and our afterthoughts.
Everybody pay attention to the ambiance of the wind.
When you feel your soul is aglow, let your spirit be seen.
This is all part of the image you perceive.
When the sun is shining, we will take a nature walk.
This ascertain philosophies form from a greater source.
People are on the move promoting the cause of a better way.
The aura is vibrant to vitalize our ideas.
Representation provided by reflection of our past is process toward healing.
Precedents that signifies our progression and new found acumen are mindsets profound.
We are here to inform and make life formed detrimental to our choices.
Everybody listen to the waterfall.
Our inclination is to take control.
We are of character to not falter.
We spiraling upward to pinnacle.
Yet there is more to device.
Our cognizance is superlative.
Our time is here.
___________________________________|
Scribe July 2, 2015!

Status of An In-Collective Memory

An infant death of thought!

Lives a feeble mind'

Like deception of perception,

But intolerance is bad reception'


the intensity of the physical,

And the perceptual effect'

Lives you victimized and helpless,


Because a choices of an individual'

Aligned with a given idea..!!!!

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