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I’ll not dismiss the Freaks as irrelevant, to do so would be stupid as them as they play with spiritual fire + The Freaks are very real, very organised, they’ll stop at nothing Hatred, lies, prostituting themselves, taking God’s name in vain, performing lowly feats, and acts of cowardice in crowds Tens of thousands, bent…

What language, then speaks to me, you said, God? With love-troubled thought, I echo to you, g? 6am Backyard, picking grass for an angel, meowing? out the Dark, white Aussie male twang, “yaw a-a-hh-s-ss!” – a fart? Upon the gallows of Justice, all hung; and speaking, on The magnanimous wind – the goddess cackles to…

My queen, all’s begun, all strife’s said – Always appearing: Wearing my world’s crown on your head, between our Mischievous wink, but now, instead … I cry, my tears start Breaking, they’re picking on you for me… and, G, I Dont think anyone’s ever been ashamed as I, at this Attempt to spite, the love…

I thank you, g, for inspiring this Free will It’s like this, to paraphrase Vivekenanda, if you say you’re damned, you are, if you say you’re not then you won’t beThe Lie is to tell yourself you’re damned, cause you’re not, if you tell yourself so GOD never said there was a choice between good…

The four directions held upon my heavy shoulders, What seems the use when thru these streets, Winds the serpents tongue, thru the seasons In all directions, converged solely upon I? Except – Your face the lotus of my heart, carries love; I find myself in you, I find your face in four Directions, bearing Spirit’s…

Sitting in my palm Sitting on a palm Long angel Strong angel Tall angel Small angel Planes and angles, leaves Bowing down Infinite, seems the palm

Oh – you! There’s no one like us in history, no comparison – Tristran and Ysolt, have not drunk from our cup of blood, nor Romeo spilled his guts On Facebook – With my heart in your mouth, but Ceridwen! how could you be Venus, also? And become and becoming, from regions yet undiscovered, lesbian…

I saw the lights of a car, pull away, g, and now there’s a bird in distress somewhere, no moon – you, in sight: was it you, are you ok? Impressed on my spirit, alone, Image, I remained The same: immaculate lost wandering, realms of earth Just my spirit – another Image there, same as me:…

No one’s ever seen the One with an eye, but by inference from prayer and meditation I’ve come to despise the Idea, in its usurpation of One, soon usurped by its son, Singularity; as never having thought themselves having the help of the Feminine Divine. Aaah! But then, again, what’s Woman without Reason? Just Patriarchy!

What began as gods, fighting in emptiness, Laughing chase My sky-mind, with melancholy, came down I saw you, Magpie cascaded to my feet, feelings deep, In roots, Spawned, you from my mobile, in flower, Rose of Berwick