before i met you
i was a lot calmer
i think you are crazy
you are the one who is crazy
and whats wierd is you are the one who is like doing stuff.. but i mean thats the way its always been, the government and system has always been crazy
at least as life is told these days
and sane people with free minds, get locked away, and shunned
thats always been the way of the world no? so why is it such a suprise that things are the way they are? i suppose not, as i remember this hehe
it makes absolutely no ****ing sense
its like self hate... but self love, the love of self, and the knowledge of self, through love
its just like who is this spirit running up out of nowhere, the spirit of idiocy, that says everyone must be lower, is it natural? theres marks everywhere
i'm afraid what from, like we were meteors leaving craters on the earth
i see, the world is meant to be destroyed, we've done too much, we can't save it... i know the truth though, single handedly, the demons fell. a hero emerged, from a place familiar and new..
Nand
his chain mail, and his virtue were special
he saved it all
single handedly, with naught but stick and a roar
blessed by the Pomo, he has slain the dragon
and dispelled the curse
he saw what he must do, to go forth to the tree and fashion a pipe therein, as the spirits riled him as a child, threatening to pull him fully forth through an empty and nightmarish world of sparkling malaise, had he not grounded himself in the reagent of the spell itself, that portal from the very beginning, which called to him then sweetly... that tree house, where living the kikimari swayed peacefully watching the light break against the leaves at dawn, and smiling to herself, for there she was both of life and death, and held in no harm, within the bowl, which had itself disappeared one morning into the thick fog of nightshade and the hidden weavery of the elves
lo, like the houses and temples, how universal and sick is the tale, of the shaman, who is all, and in a frenzied spirit, does cast again the universe

and, hey, just as readily it returns, neither heralded by any reconciling understanding or reason, down to the very minds and hearts of the all the animals and people were changed

only he was constant in form as all that is beyond life and death, like the great love, which hides with bashful promise, which opens like the hearts flower, bringing boundless presence
for the lotus is the serpent, and neither are existent, on the very glow our your own eyes, they have all ran, hidden in metaphor
eyes like the rainbow and each in a different season, and a different sign, are we this lost in fate? these babblings like the brook, where also they cross, and only then did I notice the trees around, the warmth which grew and the life which played about, laughing and merging, dashing and dizzying, a million hard rains, and all of me ripples, will 'o' wisp,I come only to pray and yet loves antics sweep me like the broom i ride to sabbat, with yarmulke, and here i wait, immortal too among us the silence is a boon, this enchantment, loose time
"Nature!" I cry, spinning and pointing everywhere
"Nature!"
Revivico
Resurrection
Restora
Restorem