Enter in, here we go, flow like a glow
essence out, expand without, no doubt
support the practice of Druidic lineage
were the flow of particles align in congruence;
in which, what, why-not
Thus as is, something commands
me to move my atoms hand, light;
in which, what, where?
In here, somewhere, no-where
essence of holes that come in;
from a commitance of sin,
let me flow from innate hymns
that rivers a stream to trim the banks
along a currents transmission that cranks;
the sound, around, bumping ground let surround
me in the moments were I am loud
I express my alignment to the solstice,
the summer Sun-Reality of light; eclipse,
totally amiss; static in the cyst
Voids; divorces of forces
setting instilled motion of courses
imploding within a negative speed,
light in need, splicing everything into greed;
in which, what, when?
Particles bend, gravity amends;
light stays and sends,
from me and banes of the fiends friend,
moments of madness, capture light
comparable moments in the blight!
Flowers of circle motion spiral in energy;
commotion of notions, tidal waves; tsunami;
I am a BEING stronger then the ocean;
can’t you see I control Albion?
Fairies, nymphs, satirical fables preached,
reach out; in, no-way, only a particle stay
where were high!- = – time sublime
Random chimeras of time float tither;
wither around, tis a season of fluttering flights
along the cosmo’s, currents of blight; comparable
to the high of a sensation pressure compression,
from a low of sorrowful depression?
O insanity, can’t you reach out; express
let me see, o wait, I am lost in logos fate
Meaning is congruent with the geocentricity of centrifugal centers
were everything is lost, hopeless; bliss-love
Embrace me my friend, can’t we make time;
shine! Outline, currents are blind
prophets of unwinding time
seals fated; to me? O wait, I am cut from the thread.
Madness is my fate, synchronicities are of late
insanity comes and takes flight;
currents of blight, light; substance of bait
currency that limits energies “wait”,
a retreat of practicing peace, love, charity
were a simple gesture is a rarity.
Love is a smile from a immortal friend
who connects to you through gravities trend
a conscious force, unstoppable.
A supportable dissonance, faded, flowering;
coming into the Pedal of Life
Celtic Dower of the Druidic Power
coming like showers upon each hour,
a light unto the personification’s emergence;
Destiny is fated to the Beings of commitence,
who come into the life that is sequenced,
back into the woods, where the fauns play;
along the midnight fray, a lightened way,
supported, comforted, a con-sway,
that pitiful trauma of life’s congruency,
of a difference in decency; purity.
O scorn, Adrest the test!
Saturn rests, light the ample alien quest!
Orion, Pleadians, Sirians, Acturians, WHO CARES…
We are human are we not?
Why compel ourself outward towards plots?
Inward toward madness, reaches into the love,
under the glove, stoved story of dragons lore;
Hermes Trigmesgitus is a hermit!
Who lives by himself in a way of persuasion,
to lore into those, deceitful holes,
a particle that lives in the whole.
Can’t you see, I am in a dimension that is free,
above me, below the sea, Atlantis controversy,
El is the leader of Love, currents of Old times
Ashera of wisdom in line with the place
Can’t you tell that I am in a new flow,
were this being of self compels me to reality glow,
no madness, this is congruent sadness,
my words are now expressing a difference sphere,
In which what where and near is fear,
of a clear-sight that see’s through the night!
O, I am the Master of Keys, reincarnation of ALL
Can’t you be me? I am you, a trip of something tall,
an Oak Hall, of Self, compelled to near death,
multiple times I have faced the abyss,
it is just an ocean mist!
That comes from the particles piss,
waving off the electronical pulses aura’s kiss!
O yes, I just shut off my aura, now I am nothing
My music has resumed tempo, instead of this stupid; stop
start, let it rehoop, into the loop of a new flood.
O test, test test
blest, words; blest
What comes to be, in me, from denial
is a tragic flow of a reliable, source;
of income, a paternity of reliability,
what shines, is me, what dies, is you
immortal to the times are through
now let this new version shine through-you.