I know
you're wondering
who's really
pulling the strings
Puppeting things
unbeknownst
to you
The lines between
the lies & truth
are blurry
They hide what's true
in a hurry
to blind you to
the weight of the storm
You're beneath
a bevy of flurries
that weigh more
than imagined
The reality is heavy
& I imagine you're
looking for answers in
all the wrong places
Empty spaces
where clean mirrors
used to be
You can no longer
glean a clear reflection
due to all the
dirty projections
Harsh lessons
being taught in
the dead of winter
classes
No one passes
in the thick of it all
unless you're shoveling
your fastest
Watch as snowballs
metastasize into the size
of glaciers & roll before
you've had a chance
There's no running from
this avalanche no matter
where you go or
what angle you take
I suppose
they want you to
just accept your fate
& make a snow angel
How is life like in the world to come?
The uncertainty draws fears with a mask
The projections of man seem meaningless
Our root, our support, our source
May the new world be revealed
The sky be perfect as the creator
The wind be pure as the co-creator
Our lives be saved by the only begotten
I see a new movement
Men and Women revealed in the sanctuary
Heart molded with peace and joy
A world reformed not by man
The bell of time is loud and clear
It is the creator, the master planner
There is no disappointment in the deep
Here I come with a Deep Mindset.
Written By: Matthew Deladem Ahafianyo
The proposal would be outlined using a strategic written document.
"Trotts Folly" the business needed an achievement passement and
analysis, so that those who would serve on the board of chairmen
could vote on. The name likely reflects the romanticized, nostalgic,
and popular era it was developed in.;"The Trotts Folly Classic" an
event without details provides insight to what is expected.. Lender will use
the finacail plan to do analysis, a view of past performances and projections.
They told a story of several guy's at a party getting there Woman friends to tie Pigfeet bones into the word love you. It made the unmarried angry, it made the unwanted jealous it made some just plain mad.
(our mutual horoscope)
We’re in Mercury retrograde
it’s a chance to reexamine your heart
expect some miscommunication
cause we’re outside of comfort zones
expect a flood of new emotions
situations can get out of control
you might lose some inhibition
so check your intuition
Mercury’s moving very slowly,
I advise you to do the same
see, mercury focuses on details
while pisces takes a more creative view
when you put the two together
the juxtaposing energy’s confusing
you can feel extreme nostalgia
which could swamp your boundaries
So seek the least amount of damage
let water be your sanctuary
question other people’s stressful projections
take a beat from irritations
and be careful around your exes
connect with people who have your back
protect the things you want to foster
cause this going to be exhausting
.
.
A song for this:
Bloom Baby Bloom by Wolf Alice [E]
The Whole of the Moon by The Waterboys
(“Desert Dreams II”, 2023, original encaustic)
Forty days and forty nights
Alone in the desert is no small thing,
Demons after all are demons
No matter how big or small,
No matter if for a moment or a day,
But lifetime after lifetime we all wander,
An endless passage of days and nights,
Filled with just our share
Of demons and angels.
But what are these phantom beings after all,
Projections of our psyche
Or cosmic forces which in turn have projected us?
And still we travel on
As days turn into nights, and nights to days
Angels morphing into demons and back
Putting our psyches on display
Like the contents of a mind laid out
On the front lawn for yard sale
All of it cleared out and willingly let go,
For pennies on the dollar,
Or a garage ready for spring cleaning
Preparing for one last bucket-list road trip
To the West and south with its endless deserts
Seekers and vision questers
Wandering, 'round and ‘round
Searching for a way out but not back.
(2/2/26)
Between spaces
Between wavelengths
I’ve taken offense
Passive aggressive towards projections I acquiesced
Syretta
Since the day
you became a news story,
I've been wondering
how long you spent
pondering the pavement.
Wondering
what thoughts oscillated
through your racing brain
in competition with your heartbeat.
Wondering
if you envisioned
flickering projections of memories
you can't rest with.
Wondering
just how it feels to be
a magnitude against the interstate
as gravity chalks a body's outline into the earth
Wondering
who could be the culprit in this case?
You were just a victim of blunt-force;
caution taped into an unclaimed crime scene.
Wondering
if you jumped in spite of joy
if being alive is to expand your lungs in full exhale
if being dead is to put an end to restlessness
Wondering
what emotion is present as you
leap.
Paths
are the impossible
connections of A to B
projections with no one
projecting~
is it a wonder that
paths are already
the gold that is sought~~
Light and Shadow
Sunshine and night are both a part of life. Life of the soul or mind
Reflections, projections, hmm, and contrasts. All blade. Sharp
All are blades. All of them. Fear and happiness in life
Both of them are life. Lives. But feeling, the emotions, and worldviews
Where is a better life? I don’t know. Dancing in the dark? Or cry?
Funeral mass in the light? Or a happy wedding in the dark?
Light and shadow. Hmm. Need both. Or we have no drama. No more
Yes. This is the reality. We are enjoying the love and suffering. Together
Tragedy, drama, horror. These are human lives. This is the human life
Why can’t people always live in the light?
“Because they love my light”, said Satan.
Why can’t people always live in the dark?
“Because they love my light”, said Satan.
Hmm. I understand now. Dark gives the pepper and salt to life. For living.
“Yes. But the dark is light.” Said Satan. “There is no taste without my light
in your life.” Continued Satan.
Enjoy your life
This is my message to you
Yours sincerely,
Shadow of light
Dark
Light
Light
Dark?
I saw her today, unbridled
Passion, expressed so raw
Unfiltered, a true self, asunder
Showing me everything
Perfect vision of me in her mind's eye
Rapturous pleasure, coming undone
Desirable, rain for the desert.
Can I truly be that for someone?
You have seen it wash over me
Unimaginable projections
Weaving us closer
Shadows of my heart revealed
Don’t dip your pen in shame’s ink
Never hide from me the true self
Steal to me your secrets
Yours are mine and mine are yours
There is so much we are denied
Living on the feathers of dreams
It is the breath I long to take
The skin I cannot touch
Let me love all of it, and
Pour gold into the cracks
Hold me close, let me be the rain
Safe in the quiet of us
A tsunami of presence
Love in a nurturing form -
Holy and unblemished
By the worldly expectations and projections
Bound to the earth of nature
Synchronised with the tides of the ocean
The feminine heartbeat
Like the flapping of the effortless wing
High on the warm currents of the natural
Lifted and sustained
By the love of just being
The knowledge of truth
In the mystery of the open question.
It was your guilt
And inability to accept yourself as you really are
It was your need to be better than me
And unwillingness to try very hard
To do it by merit
So it was your insults and instigations and accusations
And your denial
It was your projections and devaluations
And if ever you did go that extra mile
Your triangulations and smear campaigns
It was setting your traps just to get a reaction
Turning up your nose when you caught me again
It was your manipulations and your slight of hand
It was always you
Such a master of disaster
That even when it was me, it's still true
So why it is that I
Am the one who has been discarded
For the naïve flavor of somebody else
Why it's I who am left broken hearted
While you continue on, still in love with yourself
Why you got the pleasure and I got the pain
Is something I fear no-one familiar with justice
Could aptly explain
Dreams, do we imagine!?
or imagined for us?~ not really ours
man’s daily/nightly flighty escapes –
perhaps mystically inspired? Projections of a
superior curtain-wizard: His/its contrived illusions,
erudite brothers propose, the mind
a carnival trickster -- a phenomenal liar: such illumination
just mental, painted flame, no spark of true spiritual fire,
myself least fond of, the notion before the thinker...
the drink making thirsty the drinker --
like the egg and the chicken, the shell or the cluck
prayer answered or declined
and not a smidgen of exciting, wagering blind-luck --
Subtle it's subversion it just catches the eye.
Can't tell which diversions really the greater lie.
Take caution it's pervasive yet it goes undetected.
Subconsciously persuasive now your mind is infected.
Unknowingly you've now become part of the collective.
Working towards your own downfall is the directive.
Everyone's unique but that dare not be expressed.
Step outside the lines and find you're being oppressed.
Question the insanity you're seen as defective.
Grow your mind on clarity and gain some perspective.
The powerful are driven by a need for control.
Empathy is weakness basically rigmarole.
Feeding the division to keep everyone confused.
Far from idle hands are puppeteering the used.
Shadow games the projections are finely curated.
Join the dots the picture shows it's all fabricated.
Life is trailblazing the sail across the horizon.
N'er knowing the day nor what it will be comprisin'.
The pendulum of motion, soul's compass providing the way.
A theater of kaleidoscope projections, their masterpiece array.
The calmness in the hush of a stream's lullabye from jaggedness it raise.
Heaven's murial, the Meadowlark's song trumpeting its praise.
The mirage of distant silhouettes, a forever echoing of the skies.
Hypnotized by the breath of the stars, their power to mesmerize.
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