I have no excuse for this behavior, and therefore will not be providing any. Expectations will be equivalent for those who cross or embark on this expedition. Inquisition and criticism are not only welcome, but required. The voiceless will be spoken for, however those reluctant to speak will be expelled for their deficiency. No leaders, JUST followers. Followers of conscious illumination that conspires to extinguish the darkness they have reigned down upon us.
Image: Artist Unknown
Fire lights the sky.
Dirt, soft from burial.
No need to cleanse this new skin.
The eyes, they feel the same, though they are not.
Ever-changing shades, how different the scent.
Courses, taste bitter as usual.
Over consumption bleeds exhaustion,
Frailty and bruises sink, no room in the shallows,
My hangman, the Windsor, is calling.
Image: Alex Grey
That which you employ as a crutch is what has crippled you in the first place.
Markets propped up by rust and rot
Flood of currency , cresting banks
Bursting dams, shallow roots
Borrowed money is borrowed time.
The only thing that makes me feel better is also my sickness. I must start to repair myself, before I break everyone else.
The veil hides your face, but your voice echoes through the leaves. You are my reason, my existence demands your presence. Yet, I cannot join you, as I am not my best self. I won’t burden your canyon stream with this energy, even if it’s the only way to heal me.
Image: Cheyenne Mountain – Roger Perales
The mark of the beast, left by man, on a world that unequivocally provides him with nothing but love and beauty.
His method is creation through destruction. But, what has been stolen can never be returned.
Misconstrued elevation has yeilded a lowered vibration that no longer resonates with that of the earth.
He is no longer welcome.
Image: Robert Leydenfrost