I am the shadow, fading into silence
I am the words you shoved in a box
I am blood, sex & violence
behind the symbol of peace
I am light enraptured unto the void
from a thousand years of cosmic darkness
chasing the souls of stars
I am the mirror you wish to avoid
with the tears that coiled down the drain
& the years wasted on nothing--
but what you thought was yourself...
Once the world was the center of the universe.
At least it was considered to be, back then.
Then, a revelation in some person’s mind
transforms the world’s view of the cosmos.
The birth of science brought still more complex
understanding of the infinite and infinitesimal.
Yet there is always also a state of calm
between the chaotic periods of discovery.
There are pauses wherein curiosity is satiated,
and the masses accept their place in the big picture.
Except at the same time, nearly every single day,
Nature humbles the human mind once again.
One cannot help but think, that if history does repeat itself,
it is inevitable before the next calm comes rolling along.
Even more astounding, it is unimaginable what
the next idea to shatter that coming silence will be.
Our understanding will never be complete.
If so let us hope, Curiosity, is a force rivaling gravity itself.
.....
They dance.
☆
She twirls, as he caresses.
He caudles her efflorescence
and
sets the tone,
embodies and balances with
scales of mystery and secrets unknown.
She flourishes in this heaven
of ageless suspension
and bubbles from her innermost depths to
secrete with agape
the sustenance that nourishes her very
existence,
and all
borne through her
exquisite yet deeply penetrating
enchantment.
Ninety five times her size,
a faint ring of the sickle,
his spiraling girth grazes
her pale blue essence
and Moon
as she succumbs to honor
her rightful place within the
gentle folds of aethereal frolic
and
cosmic majesty
(The Earth and her moon as seen from Saturn)
Celestial breath
to be mimicked
in every dimension,
through inexplicable
phases and stages,
raptures, junctures,
combustions,
and culminations
of astral storms.
Pulsating in unison
to the
rhythm of all that is,
and all that was,
and what will be.
*
☆
*
The thunderous,
clamoring
enigma
of
☆
silence
☆
heard only among
the timelessness
that man can
but only dream
to touch.
*
That which he may have no
knowledge
of,
but can only
live
for the
dance.
07/28/2013 ©
.......
Chaos should not cease
To dominate the world.
O yes, Nyarlathotep;
Will rule!
No wish for harmony,
Of its Golden Age;
It was before the Fall.
Reveling in constant disorder,
But Yog-Sothoth prefers reason;
Giving His first allegiance
To the Daemon Sultan: Azathoth
Remembering old times of this God.
Cthulhu does side with Him,
But Yig supports Yog-Sothoth;
As Father Serpent of the Cosmos,
Who invented this very world...
Yog-Sothoth has sympathy,
As Dagon; the Deep One Lord
And not even he can say
What will happen when there remains
A Princess restored on Her throne,
A Princess on Ebony Bone.
Whispy clouds
Drawing down
Fantastically
Electricity
Electrical storms
Born
From no thing
Means everything
Interconnections
Butterfly effecting
A part of
Amazing love
Blink of eyes
All the skys
Forget six days
Fractions; second
All this creation
Including
Our fledgling
Nations
Years to plan
Out of nothing
Blink and miss
Creation of this
Still expanding
Everlasting
So intricate
Made from
Love not hate
Dark exists
Balancing
Teach lessons
Encourage actions
Befitting heaven
Free choice thing
You choose suffering
Choose differently
And be free
ode to Starseeds
tell you about being a starseed
not all it's cracked up to be
cos not all emissary's of light
shine a beacon of bright
some treat you like a toy
not something you would enjoy
and they freely admit it too
do you think i'm talking about you?
things messing up without explanation
starseeds, residents of most nations
fascinated with the multiverse?
i'm betting a starseed family curse
It's no curse in a magical sense
just a deal done in the distance
between a previous life of yours
and your chosen star system cause
don't worry, most are amazing
ying yang, bad apples in everything
can get rid of quite easily
like the ones finally free from me
you get Archangel Michael too
cut all the chords attached to you
but you have to ask a third party
as control everything your cosmic family
Implants in your pineal gland
elsewhere too, very prevalent
Umbilical chords also connect you
to your cosmic family this is true
warning though,if decide to loose
your cosmic family WILL DAMAGE YOU
not on purpose, just leaving stuff in
glad now gone, only lead to suffering
Pleiadian emissary's brought their bots
i'm so grateful, got rid of the lot
now no longer a Pleiadian starseed
of cosmic family: totally free
But I re-iterate most are nice
and can give you loads of advice
fix things,maintenance, re-pattern your brain
think like a dolphin; Truly amazing
loads of other things they can do
even the bad ones obliged to help you
so ask your higher self today
if your cosmic family are causing dismay
and if they are please get rid
and i'm happy to be lifting the lid
not all light beings do shine bright
some play with their charges; tight
your higher self will always be
a reliable brick of invisibility
get a pendulum and ask your higher
6th density self if your in cosmic mire
and if they are get archangel Michael
to cut the chords of your personal hell
Alas! What can I do but keep reading?
To be known among men?
Hark! What a folly!
Cosmic significance is a goal yet unobtainable.
When shall a means reveal itself?
Our futile searching is but a quest
where the objective is known
and therefore as diminutive
as our thoughts.
To work unconsciously in harmony
doth construct
a grand château,
whose apex breeches
atmospheric boundaries
and leads the way
to a vast space with
the occasional point,
perchance bearing other beings.
-Ryan K. Fuller