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Welcome to Reality

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To look at a painting for the hundredth time and find something new.
It is not just the observation and pariticipation of life through 6.5 billion minute glances from as many places but an overall understanding of the possibilities we do not yet perceive or the answers to the questions we have not yet asked but have pondered on throughout our existence.
There is space between everything that touches. There are colours we cannot see.
Our individual brains' interpretation of the electical signals our bodies sense, the difference between the universe and what we know of it.
It is both what we know and everything we dream of.
It is the faces in the clouds, the Gods playing fanciful games.

Perception

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Do you really see what I see? I guess in most cases yes.
Our experienced recognition skills would lead us both to believe we're reading words.
But sometimes I wonder, if I take something suggestive like clouds would you see the same things in them?
And if you do is that only because I've let you see what I see?

Desires

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I want to touch your face like a breath of soft breeze.
Feel the delicate assurance of your lingering kiss.
I want to create a life from a beautiful dream.
And wade in the waters of an eternal bliss.
I want to build a home without the need to lament,
Without greed, doubt, and above all fear.
I want to realize eternity by living a moment
And share that eternity with all, far and near.

Bloom

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Like a bloom from a bud we grow and learn,
To free our hearts, our minds, our souls,
To spread our arms, open our eyes and yearn,
To see our own beauty and achieve our goals.

Ambition

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Know inside the energy with will is yours,
To scatter stars and show ambition
To explore the open and find new shores
To enter new realms one needs no permission.
Know inside the energy with will is yours,
To sow the planets and forge a sun,
This is the dream you're waiting, longing for,
So cherish everything, be as one.
How do we know what we can carry without first trying to lift it?

Her

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She is the spark to ignite your flame.
A reason to look twice.
Through eyes never the same.
From smoke stung satisfaction.
Her stare shamelessly inviting.
Like the lure of a baited hook.
To a fish through a curling current
A dangerous distraction.
She is the unobtainable.
From a time never forgotten.
A dream never realised.
A slope without traction.
She is the beauty only seen.
The moment that has passed.
The desire to look back,
With regret through inaction.

Afterlife

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I have floated.
Twice.
Above beds both times. Above me only once.
The first time was a drug induced experience of what now seems unbelievable like a dream except for the overwhelming assurance of vividness and recollection. Part of a time in my life when societal reality seemed its most ridiculous and my urge for more was only suppressed by laziness and succumbing to the escapism found in hallucinogens.
The other time I was dead, or dying or something. As I lingered above the operating table, doctors busily at work I could see me lying vulnerable. I remember looking around the room steering clear of all things so to retain sterility. Illogical even in spirit. I quickly grew bored of the experience deciding I had nowhere else to be but back on the table. So back I went. I tell you this because I lost my fear of death that day. Although I am in no hurry to experience it properly and still fearful of physical injury I am mighty curious. I know there is more. We are spirits having a human experience.

In memory of Becks

Truth and Deceit

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How can it be that trust is fragile?
How can it be that eyes can lie?
How is it truth is decorated a villain, gnarled and grotesque and shadowed with fear
While deceit breeds reward, fortune and fame without care?
Clothed by protective intent and a shallow existence to be challenged by courage should ever it dare.

Tribute to Colour 3

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Tribute to Colour 2

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Tribute to Colour 1

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River of Souls

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Which way does a drop lead a river when it has no path before it?

Pathless Journey of a Searching Soul

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Earth's jagged teeth pierced porous clouds
into wisps of broken flight.
While bruised and barefoot he struggled on.
His destiny held in sight.
As he found a peak passed screaming winds
He saw sight was no end
For his journey meant a greater height
from which first he must descend.

Burdens

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Burden is a weight that cannot be measured
And heavy are words to those who choose to carry them.
The echoes of criticisms reverberate through pressing agendas like they themselves contain enough mass to create a spearate gravity.
It is not surprising that what consumes seemingly contains the greatest force. And that force is all consuming.
I am conflicted with the relationship between freedom and the burdens of responsibility.
Is freedom really only achieved in the absence of responsibility? And if so wouldn't it also require a guilt free conscience?
If so then isn't freedom another name for ignorance?
Apparently it is bliss.

Between the Clouds

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The Stare

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Humbling are the ways of instinct,
Sterile, efficient.
I am in awe,
Of a focus entirely intentional
There is no room for doubt or hesitation or weakness.
Only purpose.
Only survival.
She knows you're scared.
You are not for survival,
For something else lingers here.

Steps to Nowhere

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Will a stairway to heaven ease the flight of a nature bred for despair?
Or will hope be granted to those who fall into darkness, fire and fear?

Shepherds' Warning

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And it speaks to me now from a future near...
"Behold the wrath of my fury. With fire and water and wild vengeance I set upon this place and cleanse this spirit of corrupt and impure. Of hand and lips and cerebral cortex. Of metal and plastic, construction and crop I cleanse this spirit. All shall be redone to reunite it as one."
And as I cower, clothed in cold sweat and shiver I look to my hands in remorse and regret. For the serpents forked tongue has spoken no lie. With urgency in my thought I can't help but wonder... not if, not when, but why?

Reflection

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Why does a mirrior not show you the world
When the state of the world is in your hands?

Ignorance

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Illusion

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May tides of regeneration wash over the concrete wilderness of humanity for we are not the keepers of this world.
For it is upon this world,personified as Gods that emphasis and priority be placed.
Or shall the illusion of godliness within ourselves be the end of our reign for all time.

The Awakening

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They drank from the Earth until rivers weren't shallow
They breathed for the Earth, threw water to sky
They dreamt with the Earth throughout stone, axe and arrow
Not till man shook the Earth did one open an eye

Rising Mists

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Touching early before the light can lean,
And reaching higher in air laden thick,
With the breathing of the dreaming beast
Rising higher like a timeless trick.
That same dawn moment creeping forward,
Eyes drawn skyward and a blinding East,
And up too climb the rising mists
With the dreaming of the breathing beast.

Pain

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Pain is an epic road both to and from the truth.
Truth being the pleasure found behind and beyond.
Behind the fear, the darkness within,
Beyond the light that blinds your sin.