From the seed: the crop
Natures sequence is a knot
From the crop: the seed
Third eye sees further
But the other two blind it
Still it can be healed
Victimhood is learnt
Un-learn by Observation
None else will save you
Resist: it persists
Let the dynamo spin lust
Into genius
Body-temple dies
Never forget this again:
Soul is Infinite
Practice what you preach
This is for you, slave master:
All intents are known
I shall not be led
The power is mine to claim
I say it: it is
All day breathing in
You thought you were breathing air?
What will you breathe out?
People and places
To make up a new worlds crust
Time is calling us
Images haunt me
Theyre easily brushed away
By a new torture
Three score years and ten
Made to hatch and die like flies
-Not our destiny
Secrets tightly sucked
They become Natures pivot
From which art spirals
We are far from healed
Sunny outside, sleep all day
Lazy not for long
No jet trails today
Clear skies, clear nostrils, clear mind
A day to breathe joy
Clenched teeth, could not speak
Could not look into your eyes
Witheld love in fear
