

DMTflying saucers are mere miracles transdimensional vehicles, hiding out in the billowsDMT
reflecting the sun like a thousand eyes wide open
waiting, watching
so eager to lift us up out of body, but we show them our worst relentlessly, so they
cower into the folds of time until we cleanse our minds with thoughts divine
blessing these moments as eternal artifices woven by our imaginations in which the future of humanity lies


LucidityOne night, I awoke in a faint corridor With a strange sun gently rapping at the doorLucidity
Beyond my homely nutshell, pray tell what eternal expanse blossoms like the dawn
Could this indeed be a dream?


Earthling's LamentWe come to in Laundary cyclesEarthling's Lament
And we never learn
We were doomed since our conception And the end of the dream will be when nothing matters And our tired eyes will lament the epics of Our creation towards the receding vaults of Heaven
Will then the creator step aside...?
I hope, maybe... In the next lifetime...
We shall be granted minds capable of Creating universes in ourselves
And hands that build great towers towards the
Heavens that even the Gods cannot destroy
They are cruel and wreckless in their wan


VisitationIn troubled times, the land of the birds Hush their coos as the glorious messengers, Riding upon great winged suns, sped upon their Course with a thunderous roar Unfolding secret messages of passages Into an outwardly blossoming abyssVisitation
They have come to us for our need To free ourselves of this clandestine Earth And it's vile fate gone unheeded by the Leaders of severed soil
Lumesent apartment corridors, filled Us with it's lifeforce that prodded Lovingly at this tired old shell And lifted me up like a skyscraper Golden in shape and radiance  


recognition and reactionAs a daughter of America I have been blinded, coddled, grown fat on the luxuries of fast food and our staggering, ill-defined 'freedom' so easily unappreciated. I have felt poverty, lived in group homes, been the rag doll orphan of Birmingham, lived through beatings and been broken by the hands of my father. And even so, I cannot imagine, not even fathom the screams ignored in Bosnia, Afghanistan, Kosovo.recognition and reaction
"This is overplayed, nobody wants to hear this," recites our editors, our news anchors, our country. This is where you tune out, where your heart either falls or turns away. This i


1 - cauterizationcauterization: (unsuccessful, incomplete) a burning ...1 - cauterization
thursday morning: it was a list (i do make those sometimes; i just always lose them) of reasons not to annihilate. i often use gentle subterfuge and dissimulation to convince myself, but in the end it's _________ that saves me... |did you read behind those lines?|
i will never give up, you know that, not even in the arms of suffocation.
i wouldn't let anyone else s
Thank you very much for the favorite.
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Do you still believe in stars?
*tangledseaweed ~ art / photos
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"...Ye weep, unhappy ones, but these are not your last tears! Again shall you raise the funeral wail, and the sound of your lamentations shall again and again be heard..."
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Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one. - Stella Adler
Thanks for the fav and welcome to
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