~ I wish it of my eyes To turn it of thy lips The exotic sphere Her cup drawn Silken symbolism Touched quiet Crossing my ocean Heart cometh above As i sip of The shadow A slender reach Comes for my Connection Turn my prestige Of your breathe This cup i return to you. All at once My Eyes The kiss ceremony. By pure reception of ritual I will watch over your waters. Rewritten on september 19th/2011 and rewritten again on january 30th/2023. Inspired by the film Silk in the scene where the girl shows him by symbolic ritual , the beauty of desire. [the tea ceremony] This is a companion piece to the writing . By Water. “I will watch over your waters In the ritual of pure reception”

~ How a black and white Held so much colour. When the words Kept an watchful Eye .. I looked from A memory Upon Sky Light and water Filled me. A story Born In Promise Sometimes the Best tale Is told In Whispered Tears Imagine A Timid Reflect As you …

~ I believe that reading and writing are the most nourishing forms of meditation anyone has so far found. By reading the writings of the most interesting minds in history , we meditate with our own minds and theirs as well. This to me is a miracle. Kurt Vonnegut, Palm…

~ Let us become this Seasons blessing Light Grace finds us all By snow tender fills Serenity cascades Bring my voice Within Hands of compassion Reach to the broken Bring the spirit Wave upon Wave Wear the silence Of love’s solace The path of Believers Hopes blanket Of warmth Quiescent breathes In sensitive earth Beauty whispers Let Peace Be We find her heart Wrapped in Open hands Winters magic . .

~ A head in the clouds While wearing Prescribed Proctor I have the declaration As the rosary Gets the rectal Spike Like phonics Talk ebonics When you can’t swing Send in syncopations Janus-head Fragrance shopping With penny Prayers And romance By pants Goes Pizzagate ! Fatality Race.. Piss in Pace.. Call pass Walk Across…

~ To sing the worst note of life .. The sword must fall Blood we spill binds I commit to why Of heart withholding In anger is no choice Fatal desire taken Reason has no place Vengeance unleashed Colourful eyes have faded Dreams season treasured This flame no longer An…

~ Gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder. — G. K. Chesterton, A Short History of England

~ “It wasn’t the act of killing Hobbs that got you down , was it ? Did you really feel so bad because killing him felt so good ?” “I liked killing Hobbs.” “Killing must feel good to God too. He does it all the time. And are we not created in his image ?” “That depends who you ask.” “God’s terrific. He dropped a church roof on 34 of his worshippers last Wednesday night in Texas , while they sang a hymn.”

~ Rage of ashes Scatter In a raised. Another night has the cold Hand .. A blood stare In mirrored Horns .. The sensual blade Of Satan. Let the martyrs Scream In another Crime As gods change Hands Compartmentalists Of Dominion Venture capitalist Of the Kingdom. We wear our Saviours…