to be two in one deal flying and grounded. heart beating and it sounds like feathers. my skull her skull. the skull thats left of her, that is all. we have a journey flight or fight. gallop on hard ground toward something. for something. life is fucking beautiful and beautifully fucked up. pick one. pick her and fly forward for one day we will all be but a skull.
Sunday, 9 December 2012
Monday, 29 October 2012
Saturday, 27 October 2012
to dear fence
once upon one life, just that one. and no more.
not important enough for many.
nothing more valuable to those who have had to make the spoon they suckle on.
life at its best isn't fair, and said in a worldly way; also said by scar, we take what we have for granted and always see greener on the hill to the left.
unfair or bitter sweet? from the beating feet from the heart of the cities to the hearts beating in the land not many live ,we are all living.Bodies breathing living but are we all living with the beats of the heart we have grown?
some know not how to listen, only to rush past life itself, daydreamers with thoughts to fill the sea they float on and the stark fear of surviving itself.
i find to be stuck. the kind of stuck close to the feeling of a carousel of moving mirrors, the slight nausea of a hurried world and the confusion of the real self standing before you.
craving freedom of the developed today in a sense of justice, yet freedom of discovery.
we can only do so much. why? to my thoughts are my actions a hinder, let the mind free, truly. can it? To sit on the fence is both a feeling of uncertainty and literally a sense of security,but the realization that the mans sweat that made the fence made the machines to bring it down and the outcome that we must choose a path.
think and do, think?, do?, survive?
Sunday, 7 October 2012
Washed and Wrung
swirly wirly mind flowing and beating, with currents and vibes and groovy moves. don't hold them back.heart attack.
Flow with motion, wheel and cog and potions. the mind is an incredible place. behind your face is a hidden place. wash your body with soap. cleanse the mind with feeling. it knows knowledge. give it freedom. share the hope from the heart and when you are washed and wrung. just air dry and take the ride- Le Loup
Flow with motion, wheel and cog and potions. the mind is an incredible place. behind your face is a hidden place. wash your body with soap. cleanse the mind with feeling. it knows knowledge. give it freedom. share the hope from the heart and when you are washed and wrung. just air dry and take the ride- Le Loup
Friday, 5 October 2012
Monday, 1 October 2012
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
balance (',)
For awhile the thoughts of freedom have been strong on mind, this week, so far ,has given me the space needed to clear the mind and direct my thoughts, balancing my body and soul as one so the journey ahead is a bright one full of promise and clarity. Its not easy to centre yourself in a life crammed with chaos only when you stop and look and feel what you are doing will you be able to grasp balance. we all need to stop sometimes and its ok to do so, go with the wind x
Monday, 24 September 2012
Saturday, 22 September 2012
triangle tree ^
life is so precious, we run through life passing the roses... roses are part of life to be smelt... smelling the freshness of beauty, the crispness of the sun and the bitter sweet cycle of life we are intwined in, feels like a lump in the throat behind a smile. The intangible beauty, the kick in the kidneys of death, life and death, circle of life... life is a circle, I much prefer triangles. a triangle tree, structured and not structured, simply unsimply intwining. never grown the same twice. giving us life and perspective.
'We have a choice to be happy or sad, I chose to be happy and I am happy'
'We have a choice to be happy or sad, I chose to be happy and I am happy'
Friday, 21 September 2012
Thursday, 20 September 2012
to be wild
....and the dove said its not all that bad.... its not all that bad, in a koo
yes, yes yarked the crow...
Mother nature sends us messages if we stop and listen. Sometimes I feel we need to empower ourselves through nature. Stop. Think, un-think stop and listen...
Its incredible what a little fresh air and green grass can do to our spirits.
I long to wake up every singular day and know, not only think, that today...
I am living as I ultimately please.
To ride my bike everywhere I seek, no helmet, no pads, raw, wind and wild
To sleep under starry moons amongst the wolf pack, not far from the thickened forest, about the fire I've built and the crickets I've met. wild
Sand beneath the toes and sun on my back, picnicking nakedness and blooms in fields. wild
There is no better place than home than a home lying in nature itself.
inclusive and exclusive to nature itself ... downside up, front to back, gales and sun-rays, nature itself
The world to be seen, thousands of years before... I envy the dinosaur
Walk with adventure and dream, leaving an earthly aroma in the print only a wild animal could see,
smell the rain on the rocks, in the dirt , on my lashes.
To be wild.
yes, yes yarked the crow...
Mother nature sends us messages if we stop and listen. Sometimes I feel we need to empower ourselves through nature. Stop. Think, un-think stop and listen...
Its incredible what a little fresh air and green grass can do to our spirits.
I long to wake up every singular day and know, not only think, that today...
I am living as I ultimately please.
To ride my bike everywhere I seek, no helmet, no pads, raw, wind and wild
To sleep under starry moons amongst the wolf pack, not far from the thickened forest, about the fire I've built and the crickets I've met. wild
Sand beneath the toes and sun on my back, picnicking nakedness and blooms in fields. wild
There is no better place than home than a home lying in nature itself.
inclusive and exclusive to nature itself ... downside up, front to back, gales and sun-rays, nature itself
The world to be seen, thousands of years before... I envy the dinosaur
Walk with adventure and dream, leaving an earthly aroma in the print only a wild animal could see,
smell the rain on the rocks, in the dirt , on my lashes.
To be wild.
Wednesday, 12 September 2012
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