Sunday, December 31, 2017

New years kiss

A kiss is the one true act that can break the curse of loneliness
The soft skin, the tender embrace the smell of perfume, the sweetest taste
Two minds become one body as each wonders what the other is thinking
for so long did the walls hear only one voice

Too fast too soon or not soon enough, could it be or is it doomed
words are like skates and the silence is the ice
Speak your mind or skate around the truth
But the eyes do not lie what your soul holds inside

A red rose sits on the nightstand
As each peddle falls
Should I wait or will he call
Does it mean anything at all

There is the door to the hall
So many times you opened it to nothing at all
But there is a noise you have not heard before
As it swings on it hinges what is standing behind the door?

Saturday, December 30, 2017

2018

Another year, another day the same and yet it always holds change
Who knows what to expect living for the future is always a disappointment
living in the past one only sees the things they regret
Right now one lives without care until the dark clouds are there

Who knows what is right, all I know is you can only live one day at time
Wake up leave your bead and hope you will make it back there again
The weight of the world rest on only the shoulders of those who let it
A flower can only grow where the concrete has a crack in it

Once the tallest buildings were the temples it gave people a purpose to live in the shadows of them
Now the cities are so tall one looks up and feels so small
Wondering what their place is in it, it is easy to be lost in its grandness
To work without a purpose but hand money from one place to another

This year will be different like every year I have said it 
Perhaps I will believe in something or find a new hobby
work out or eat healthy, drink a little less or quit smoking
No matter where I go or what I do I will still be me

Friday, December 29, 2017

faraday lines,tesla tower,and ley lines

-I found it odd in episode ten of Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey that they mentioned Faraday laid the groundwork for Albert Einstein but not Tesla?

-But then in this scene it shows how magnetism can create electricity. 
http://image.tmdb.org/t/p/w780/d2VPvYgee8th1wBVnnjzddbW8N5.jpg 

-Then it shows the Faraday lines in 2D 

https://simplymaths.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/article-2057680-0eab76a100000578-275_634x412.jpg 

b equal and opposite charge 

http://www.as.wvu.edu/phys/rotter/phys201/6_Electricity/Electric_Forces_and_Fields.htm 


-but what if the Faraday lines were shown in 3d and running through the middle of a spire with Iron in the middle creating the magnet. 

http://knowledgenuts.com/2014/10/01/the-center-of-the-earth-is-solid-not-liquid-iron/

-then perhaps wrapped around the ball would be ley lines?

https://i0.wp.com/foreverconscious.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/ley-lines.jpg?resize=600%2C333

-Or be known as junction points to these massive magnetic lines


-Tesla spent all his money on a tower that they say would put electricity into the air and could be harnessed. 

https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizMBXMF8PaewgwRJbzGWsOv2ywmeCiwCxfv3apSzPMMTHwtQ0pwnYzqjL9vWpEzPG8Or1dlgCDN3yLJlasAXpB1VcYXGeLKwSTPXD5ODeM56i5V1fDAh4C9KLBknjk10y2HkHmTbRmALBX/s1600/tesla-wardenclyffe-tower-shot.jpg

-but what if he wasn't trying to put electricity into the air. What if he was trying to do the same thing as Faraday putting a magnet through these wires? using the magnetism of the earth to harness electricity. 

https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizMBXMF8PaewgwRJbzGWsOv2ywmeCiwCxfv3apSzPMMTHwtQ0pwnYzqjL9vWpEzPG8Or1dlgCDN3yLJlasAXpB1VcYXGeLKwSTPXD5ODeM56i5V1fDAh4C9KLBknjk10y2HkHmTbRmALBX/s1600/tesla-wardenclyffe-tower-shot.jpg

-Now what if the only reason it did not work was that he could not just place his tower anywhere. He needed to put it on one of these junction points or high enough to the ley line?

-Of course those junction points are all full of religious sites so you cannot build anything there. 

-That makes me wonder about if it is true that you can use those ley lines to power planes instead of burning so much fuel and they can land along any of those ley lines. You might have a layover to go from one spot to another.

-Good thing for modern fuel burning aircraft that take you right to where you need to go! 

Conflicted

Death and life, wrong and right
love and hate, here or there
Lost or found, free or bound
I continue to be at conflict with my self

I do not flow as the river from high to low
My words are always at conflict with what I know
The mind is not at ease, nature does not sing
I am wondering too many things

Do people speak when words are not heard to me
Do people believe only in belief
Do people sing or listen
Do people read or need a reason to be

I have heard a thrown is a lonely place to be
Detached from the people the king needs to be
Only in a dream does one escape meaning
With the words of a song, one can travel through anything


Thursday, December 28, 2017

Wishing well

A coin a splash in a well
A wish upon a star
a four leaf clover
A flip of the coin

I wish to kiss those sweet lips
I wish I could be more than this
I wish I had many things
I wish I could believe in

I wish my wish the wish tonight
May the wish fly through the night
Find the star in the sky
That shines down on me and shines so bright
I stand alone so small in the universe
While the stardust bounds me to you
Grand my wish I wish under the moon
Please hear my words I speak them soon
Aknay flamata hutnamo coo








Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Are you an old soul?

Imagen everything comes from the same ocean and water is the energy of everything. What Lao Tzu referred to as " being nourished by the eternal mother". For us to exist or not exist we are still part of it. A rock on this earth might only possess one drop, A piece of grain six drops, a drop of water 8 drops, and you and I a glass of water/energy. That glass is our soul and although we think with our brain and are trapped in our heads. Our soul sits in our chest and radiates from there.

As life goes on most leave a drop here or there, pass some on to their young and at the end of their life have nothing left to give, others share and trade as it flows around in places like a church while everyone sings. Others can drain and feed to keep theirs strong.

So, what is a new soul if the water can never be destroyed it only changes form?

Take a glass of water and pour it out off the coast of South Africa, North America, South America, and Spain into the Atlantic ocean. Then sit in Iceland filling up glasses of water until you have any of one of those glasses of water or some of all three of those glasses. That is a new soul.

Some might think that at the end of their lives they have held their soul together. But, when that rock is thrown into the ocean the waves and currents tear it apart until it is nothing but sand.

An old soul is such as a hard beach stone. As long as it is in the ocean it does not change. But the longer it is out from the water. It becomes more rough, chipped and jaded. It can be crushed with enough pressure and time. But the body is just a host and it can escape from life.

Now, this is where your mindset needs to change. You can pour out the glass into another glass at the end of your life or you can hold yourself together as you flow through the ocean until you are born again. Each time gaining new strength and awakening in each life. However, to awaken is to kill the you, you started to become, a battle of the mind where everyone is at a loss. This is the different levels of awakening followed by a brief period of insanity as you understand and remember more things. While letting others go.

Love and hate are the same emotion

To care or to care not
Does not matter to me
But to have loved or hated
Now that is a different story

The same emotion the same compassion
Only perceived differently
To hate someone is to love them
To love someone so quickly you can hate them

To give your hart or only a piece of your mind
Put it all in or a little bit of time
Is it you that changes or your state of mind
Do we find someone or ourselves alone

To be cut is to bleed but to leave leaves you empty
So  quickly we all look for purpose in things
To live or to have lived a full life
What does it mean a minute before you die?

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Time but what does it mean?


There is the time you did that
the time you worked your shift
The time you wasted
the time you spent with your family
It seems no matter what
there is no time you get back

Is time fluid
always moving forward
Does it go in circles
Or is it just us that is doomed
to repeat our mistakes


Is it something we can carve our name in
or are we just specks of dust in it
Is there meaning to the butterfly effect
Can change ever change
Or are we destined to our own fate?

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Dear Santa,

Dear Santa,

Your name who has changed through so much of the age
Once the fates, the furies, a demigod with an ear
To ask for anything and make it clear

But what you get is not always what you want
when you get exactly what you asked for
in such a way you wish your wish was to never wish at all

So I will ask for what I have
and will keep my children in my loving embrace
Stay away from the game of give and take

Work to pay my debts and forgive my debtors
For the game they play is an interesting thing
My eyes are not blinded by shiny things

I will work for work to work for profit
While I collect my weekly paycheck
To do my best because that's all I can

When the work is done
I will retire with a beer in my hand
think not of the sand that slipped through my hands.

Friday, December 22, 2017

Who is the gift for?

A gift something to give.
So that you can feel good
about what you did

Why not give it all away
live on the streets
with no money to pay

One foot in the grave
to be closer to your god
While the bread is baked

In death, there is nothing you can take
In life everyone pays


Taxes and death are the only sure things

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

The Haze

I've seen the light,
I've seen it burn out in so many eyes
The closer you are to it
The closer you are to die
Those who have power
do not like to share
Those with nothing
want more and more
Where do you lay your trust
How are you as a judge
If your soul was a sward
who would you raise arms for?
If your eyes could see the fire
behind all things in this life
would you run and hide
would you stare until it burned your eyes
would you recognize the fire's light
Try to hold on to its power tight
or would you let it go let it flow
or would you never know
There is no going back
once you have opened your eyes
When the fog is lifted
you walk through it and the haze begins

Monday, December 18, 2017

The Taoest secret of life, By the Phoenix rise

I have studied Taoism for over 20 years along with many other religions.
Below is all of the worldly teaching of the Tao.

The Taoest secret of life, By the Phoenix rise

“Oh great and wise Taoist sage. I have traveled many of moons to find the secret of life so that I might to become spiritually awaken”

Taoist Sage: Are you thirsty, would you like to sit and have a cup of tea?
Visitor:  I cannot for I must find the secret to life.
Taoist Sage: At the top of that cliff there is an old temple built by the ancient masters. Perhaps you will find what you are looking for there?
Visitor: Thank you Sage, you are wise beyond your years.   
The visitor spent three days climbing the mountainside and at the top found a flat cliff with an old temple. He opened the door and inside was the Taoist Sage.
Visitor: How did you get here before me?
Taoist Sage: I took the stars, are you thirsty, would you like some tea?

Guest: Yes Sir. 

Phoenix rise

Sunday, December 17, 2017

short poem-tomorrow never comes

If I were to care, would you stare
Or would you bare the burden of no one there
Could you comfort the sun without getting burned
would you tell the moon to just hang in there

Do you sit and listen
or speak your tongue
Do you find a friend
when everyone is gone
 
Do you care about the little things
Or only the big picture
Pay attention to detail
or let someone else do it

To find a moment amongst the years
to let a bird speak into your ears
To smell a rose before they disappear
To admire the snow when it is there

Seasons change like the lines on your face
Dreams are traded in for reality as people change
Life is but or if I only did that
It best just to no look on back

The future is uncertain and never reachable
 Today will end and come again
We can only miss what is gone
We can always sing our own song

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Abstract thinking, otherwise known as I've been drinking

A fresh face
A new idea
A different taste
A long silent pause
before the thought escapes

A dream that repeats
A place under your feet
A care found inbetween
A bet that was placed
Now and again its time for a break

Care not for what was and what was not
For in the find is what was lost
Upside down but inside out
One is the handle the other the spout

Different times call for other measures
The same old thing clicks and bubbles
Beleive it or not one or the other
To stay the same or find another

A drop of water
So very simple
Carves through rock
But your finger glides through it

A quick reaction
a sudden reflex
for a moment
you are stuck in it

Then again there's a distraction
Something to take your mind off it
the moments past and never taken
always flowing never stagnant

Cheers!

Friday, December 15, 2017

Do you miss me?

For every sweet kiss
that I have ever missed
because I walked on by
without saying hi

For everyone I ever made cry
Because I didn't follow my heart
I followed my mind

I never thought of what it means in time
As the shadows of their faces can be seen
when strangers walk on by

Was it always me that was wrong
did we not have a good time
where the stars not bright
As they shone
like the twinkle in your eyes
Do I now not ever cross your mind?

Thursday, December 14, 2017

?

Older than you and I
Falls from the sky
and yet is new in each time

One in a billion
the same and yet different
it will be there long after we die

How long it stays
is up to each new age
what is better to live or to die

It cares not
for any of our thought
As the old washes on


without any trees
To shade you and me
can we afford the heat?

So what does a snowflake mean
to skin not reptilian
not like the dinosaurs that had big trees

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Shot poem-What do you think?

The choice between one or the other
A question with a yes or no answer
To stay the same so nothing will change
Blind eyes find ways to see
but blind minds don't see anything

Time is time as thing repeat
the small circle turns again and again
we are all stuck inside our machines
Distance and language can be so restraining

But mobs show no restraint
Like lemmings to a cliff
with no reason to think

Is it easier when someone tells you what is right
Where to go what to do, when to speak.
Like lambs, but lambs are lead to slaughter
So who is better the wolf or the Shepperd?

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

What it says

What it says is what it means
What is written is a different thing
Between the lines are empty spaces
To fill only the minds of those who are willing
To look past the bleak, into the places
Through the dark and scary faces
To find the truth hidden amongst it
and free yourself from the basics

Monday, December 11, 2017

Short poem-dirty little secrets

The drawer sits so patiently
The treasure inside awaiting its need.
Hidden under so many things.
In hopes, no one else goes looking.
The mind has so many dirty little secrets
Found in the cracks between
the skeletons in the closet
Having a tea party
Because they know
No one's looking

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Awaken

I believe we are at an impasse for we are improperly divided in this congregation set by the rules that life has misguided controlled by the spirits of the spiritual it is hidden on the darker side always there right in front of our eyes in the earth in the sky to awaken is to die

Short poem- Cloud

The cloud sits so high in the sky
looking down on life
No care, no worry, no need to die

It floats by like a feeling
A slow wave or an idea
takes shape and form
that only the looker shows

But most do not even know
there too busy to smell a rose
to watch the could
to take it slow

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Shot poem- Fishing

A hook dangling from its wire
Wondering what will conspire
A bet based on bate
But what one to use on what day

I can see nothing but my reflection
From the blue of the ocean
But I know it goes deeper then I know
An abyss beyond belief

I sit in my dinghy
Alone with my rod in hand
Wondering many things
Like where to make my stand

But the water is not gentle
And my footing is not ground
Those who rock the boat
A paddle cannot be found

A stream is steady
Its direction is simple
There is only two ways
One can follow

Out here is it vast it is aimless
As poetic as two ship
Passing in the fog
To explain it

Monday, December 4, 2017

Short poem- witch craft

Call upon the night
The full moon bright
A fire lite to summon
The ancient witch
No toadtool or fake magic
In this dish

The wind whispers the enchanted words
No need to learn the ancient verbs
I call upon my sisters
Throughout the earth
Awaken again when you hear the word

The power of magic never dies
It's hidden behind so many eyes
The graves are only earlier days
One little crack in that wall
Then it all breaks

The power can never be contained
Always flowing always changing
I have opened my eyes
Let it flow through my body
Through my death and my life
I am one with the ancient light

Saturday, December 2, 2017

short poem- of thought


It comes and goes in highs and lows
Feelings are always changing
Anxiety is there along with fear
The body has its cravings

If less is more
but more is more
are we giving
or always taking

I've never seen so many things
Or been too many places
But here at home my mind can roam
far beyond existence

Dollars or dimes distracts the mind
Wine is for the drinking
A dollar for your thoughts a nickel for your time
a quarter for the call to hear from you

Alone in a room we are all doomed
to dwell on our own thinking
But on the street we pass by so many things
We would not want to have to change our thinking

Friday, December 1, 2017

Short poem- Suicide

1,2,3,4
the pills start to collect
in the draw
5,6,7,8ten
she lays in bed
as the pills set in

a final rest
for this former girl
who could no longer take
the stress of this world

like sleeping beauty
she lies so still
but there's no handsome prince
to rescue her

so the kiss of death
is her fairytale story
worm food is what
I'll call this ending