Before 2012

1. Who'll protect us while we're sleeping?

January 14, 2009 at 8:23
It's Just an hour past midnight,
and Dawn is far from breaking.
Unchartered lights roam the skies
the ground beneath is shaking.
Industry no hesitation; our future...
The moon shows her face but
beauty has a darker side.
Trees forlorn in nighttime wind,
to the power of the charge - rescind.
Stones stand firm.
I am bringing about - Hope
Oh spider, your web so delicately made,
the many sweet things who have succumb
to your poison. These chains of oppression
dinted by the sacred sounds.
Reach out - Can you feel?
It's just an hour past midnight,
and dawn is far from breaking.
As earth forebears a revelation
Exalted light is waking.

2. The Music Without any Sound

February 27, 2009 at 4:59 (21.06.2005)
- This Connectwork Medullaverse Lotus
If you hear past the undulating sensations
the rippley currents a pulsing traversing
around our boney monument of Love,
Can You Hear it?
Our warm filtration, expungement, extrapolaction devices,
Booming with Resonant intensity.
We have come a very long way, yet it has not
taken us time to get Here.
Our willingness to learn and propensity to Burn
Away - We Rise from the ashes.
Lancing- Leapt- Lurching from
Omnipfinite Soul - Dao!
Valhalla is Rising and Sunshine
Exzorbs.
Beautiful Sunshine, heeeeeeeee!
Ha!
Ho, vision injects
Meme our E forgets
Such
& So...
Do what thou will.
Praise Inspiration

3. ~o~
March 6, 2009 at 6:18
Zero
///
The magic number of all creation,
it's coming.
We've asked for this.
Now, as hearts align to build a bridge
of a different kind
One
Beyond fear through eternity,
synchronism, the bittersweet imagination
of a golden future.
The dawn at the end of her story
tying not to a void
One
No-thing spherical dream in a vale of true amor
the sighs upon the distant fence
show dreams that came before
where the crankled scheme
could not redeem
the future they dreamed for
Two
Gather us in sacred trust we
love to go ashore, and bring
to earth the sacred dream,
the one she dreamed us for
Free

4. Gentle Breeze Waving Leaves

May 7, 2009 at 6:09
Trolling towards temple,
trip, trop - Bzzzzzzzzzz
Steps up, steps up
who put them there?
Many feet, trip, trop
trip, trop. What beautiful green!
Abundantly growing on the steady
mountainside. Tweet.
As gushing sonor sweeps
a path, tweet.
A long way up and a long
way down. Feet are hot
can't stop now
5. Audio In
May 22, 2009 at 3:11
It's out
finally: self expressing self
for self to understand
Fuck
No-body knows
Every bodhi glows
the Light
Hsin
As the excited bubbles
rise
A call for solidarity
rhythm beats
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom
Rupert: Why am I here?
Voice: Because I Am singing

6. A Subtle Spell
May 27, 2009 at 10:54
unfurled
the mystery of becoming a mind
in time
as we search for a peace
we knew long ago
the promise of salvation
lived gloriosly
the dark depths from which this ocean has risen
were not always the murky
tempestuos swells that we envisage
hidden structures
remain
as long or as unbeknown
as the memory of that succession
the recapitulation of a misfired ascension
lingers about our collective reckonings
she was the sparkle of the changing seasons
until the happening of solemn reasons
brought her to the underworld
so, to free, sweet Persephone
her infectious song enchanting glee
as the spirit of delightful harmony
is lighting the bright sky and sea
our eyes ablaze with nuanced passion
no purpose other than its own confession
unbound from rock and free to launch
just, see this through
they can't take it away from us
because we have given them back to ourselves
as we merge
and conspire to release
the bonds of sane humanity
a golden age of peace and freedom
in paise of love for our love's keeping
forever

7. destructive stones
October 7, 2009 at 7:58
leave me alone
she cried
but the forces of nature would never let that be
an electric cable carried the wave
a shocking telepathic presence
brought about a change of mind
heart resonates
the news
its all about change
but
it hasn't changed yet
same old story
as the teardrop dries
a warm breath
alone
not much condensation
vapor
of love
true
so much so
that
the grid
constructed by man
trembles
the angels
surrounding the periphery
and gently undulating
the silken chute
connectwork modulations
have a steady hand
therefore
the quake shall not eliminate
the bold warriors
who
stand in virtue
the dance continues
the dance of freedom
the rhythm is building
pressure and tension mount

pulses charge and remedy the solid walls

a vision of infinity..
my I turns inside out
I my
raise your hands to the sky
deep warm red is waiting to cover the grey
and purple flows like a rose
good heavens
golden light
white
growling smorg
is happy now
peace prevails
joy was found
ugly reflection
upon inspection
revealed
the one
and it was done
...
pause
and enjoy
the silence...

8. Toro
July 16, 2011 at 17:38

I see red
and I charge
All around, the foolish
bloodthirsty people, are tantalized
to see the flash
of an incisive weapon

capable of putting an end

to my rage
It takes several matadors
trained in a subtle art
working together, and speaking
in a secret code
to wear me down
If only I could control
the rage- and break free
of these barriers.

9. It doesnt matar
July 17, 2011 at 10:59
What is the life?
an enigma- ebullient energy
Just presence, so sophistication
of what is present required
_______
Pure white light
that ultimate sensation
of the highest vibration
_______
Sans shape, sans manifestation
the slightest yet most grand
all without the peoples imagination

the very force

that sparks
all realisation
_______
Here being - magnanimous
nothingness between us
has the moment allowed you
to encounter that you are?
__________
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