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Renaissance of Artistic Mahasiddha R.A.M.

The-Wizard-of-Love — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 20:42:15 GMT

Participation, starring you and eye and/in/of/from/for reality in a constant art peace. Welcome to participation the game of a dancing changing constantly evolving inner rhythmic drumbeat peaking at oness, every action from now on should be received carried and flowed according to the inner receptive lever of forever consciousness, you in your participation of constant heroic fear facing and imaginative directed loving can burn through all weight with laughter all hate with faster loving pastures hereafter. Never again depressed longer than it takes to pull another, brother, breath against your chest in a warm embrace never left alone your inner mind and knowing whether there or darkness scared takes you where you’d never ‘bear’ in mind, or drag-on ‘dragon’ jargon on and on pardon the lag on this hardened flagship song of a game you seal with every breath in every moment is a death between each inhale and your next, the apex of the mind flexed is inner blissful energetic sex unified a lexicon of the deft defined the rest rewind the test through time lest you find the festival grind a jest-full rhyme rhythmic slime keeps a beat and all matter gives off heat so send it love. --------No shame we always know. No fear the Nothing inside judged by nobody’s eyes has everywhere to grow. No personality we change as we go to fit each individuals taste in a show to break them from their drama with tasteful slipped samba’s no ‘yamas’ or mantras we tailor fit lamas to every person like pajamas. No attachments ever flowing always fluid new tools come when there’s no rules to fun, ooo a gun! --------- Beyond Zen we live and love evolving and spreading consciousness, as we become our universal container on such ness beyond much bliss inter-penetrated substance beyond the corrupt kiss bubkiss. You become this oness which is all its beyond and inside the tall and long quantum want ‘em inner haunt ‘ems this game was played before this clear door again opens here from floor to head do dig-in near participation was called ‘Mahasiddha’ clear in ancient Tibet where whores and kings took a bet beyond a ritual set and decided to spread heart where others hided in ritual cart’s of ‘business’ that ‘had’ to be done to keep the community a-float well now the business sided against the ‘hip’ updated relevant ideological bliss, and added the ‘ritual’ addiction to this creating religion with a spin of the wrist a twist on everything to be trapped in abyss, inundated elephant can take care of this inner ever sacred mindset to help spread the love to open up experience where we all see above. So do your ‘fantasy’ ritual that parents and peers try to sell and when society stops its them you will tell of a community of love inside the mind from where we came to where we fell its all the same so why not tame these sands of mind-land and de-bug the game of the mean slug frame of shame now seems to say change, stay strong, play until the days gone, then energize arrange for friends and mirrors to lend their eyes to see your blind spots and spread seeds to sides that 2 eyes don’t seem to confide, eventually the inner mastered entity will sit upon a brow ridge strong and sing to you a gentle song to get you through ever-after ever-long as you travel through yourself to find the always glowing inner self who’s never wrong. Throughout your fun sit aside in the center of the mind and watch reality turn from blinders to an overflowing teat an intrinsic treat for you in the cosmic seat as your synchronous heart beat the earth and our eyes do meet the rhythmic fool’s heat discreet flows ever present below our neat, nose know’s knows, eat eats, as reality sandwiches we consume our experiences as life’s infinite treat, as we dance through every moment on infinite feet. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahasiddha)

always high

The-Wizard-of-Love — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 20:38:10 GMT

I’m dying yet I’m so alive, I’m trying but every dive in a rabbit hole has me grabbing knots, knolls and alphabet trolls who want me winning people and things steeple grinning tree rings to infinity through spinning my affinity, to singing divinity is an intrinsic no limit to me, to be, all that I want all that I can love is to flaunt demand no suppression of man or desires will haunt and the hurting landslides inside will spurn franchises as inner pain grows out right? Know the inner knowers showered love to outer glowers share the same don’t hide the game and gift of mind inside its fine but not sharing starts scaring those who cant fathom or ‘bear’ in mind the ‘drag-on’ of repetitive lines and their meaning behind caught like a psychic sign to not show the lot to grow we’d rather sever communication than ignoring the improper use of a memory turned into an enemy stop memorizing and burn the bridge of bliss when you come to it keep moving above this and that allow reality to feed you your line and give you your hat the play will move perfectly a theater in mind when synchronized with mercury and now all bliss is blind nothing when complete is hurt to me keep in the aware the first gift ever given before you grew hair the exponential growth and love in a breath which you practice every moment until graduation or death the first contains the latter between every beat the latter when unconscious your soul will repeat. From the seat of the mind all is left behind.

decondition a police petition

The-Wizard-of-Love — Tue, 13 Nov 2007 18:23:42 GMT

A Dissertation about/to/for the policing population: (To be read softly and soothingly as if in bed completely warm waking up to Christmas mourning, an anticipatory brightness filling your head a wonderful wink without warning dissipating all dread, as our inner child asks ‘what kind of fun lies ahead?’) I mastered fantastical fear draining without a drop of training, mild eye straining, or abstaining from painting pain into plain things and tainting brain rings. A tryst watched by a Lawyer crouched like a tiger with a tom sawyer twist ready to sink his fangs into these loop holes and slap cuffs on our wrist when we’ve only smoked two bowls baked, bordering on bliss; but wait he’s a police officer what’s up with this? Cops come peacefully we speak politely and he reads a list we speak in spite please and our dialogue includes this: listen to me I speak with truth and wisdom so don’t remiss, my friends and me are in the constitution business Pursuing happiness while spiritually integrating into different dimensions, creating corporeal thought extensions with intervention and prevention within and out our divine intention. Don’t shout we believe in universal compassion and peace throughout in a gentle fashion we feel change through friendly impaction a covalent reaction, including the range of police participation we ask with respect that you too do not infect us with the society virus of disassociation a defensive disintegration of our naturally defaulted similarity as thinking loving human beings, now seen as a rarity disparaged and bare to thee the care of the lair of love has been left to thee so rise above don’t split hairs and shoot the dove our own recreation is not your job its an arbitration written by bureaucratic masturbation addicts looking to suppress and spread pain to the game of the open minded lane of love, Love not as a partner, Love not an abstract concept, the universal heart sharpener, a state of mind, a harp of the healing kind a part you’ve might have been blind too, yes this is a line in the sand too, but bound to moral men thinking and linking not drinking the dangerous alternative truly its your judgment blinking. I’m an extremely healthy human in all facets of my being from what I eat and consume to my powerful thinking; excuses are arbitrary facts disguised as causes that apparently impact me more than the constitution’s clauses, I’m a wholehearted guru who can help you in life but we’ve met in a situation where your attitude sharp was held like a knife to my heart we are participating in a constant piece of ongoing art, drop your mean mask and debate like a man ‘why do you think its ok to cage man?’ does peaceful play deserve unmitigated rage and a re-hashing of the ‘lay of the land’? Don’t give away power think for yourself you’ve denied the elf and unconsciously placed your psychic abilities on the shelf; ambiguity and emotional charges placed into words making you think ‘cliché’ when love is used as a verb, and communism as evil? Well that is absurd capitalisms demonic upheaval proves the swerve is the drivers responsibility not the car that he serves. You vote with your actions for the status quo You vote with your dollar and that’s where it goes You vote with your hand when you cover emotions and demand silence, I stand I vote for truth when I cite my intrinsic knowledge as evidence, in benevolence watching the relevance turn from the 800-pound elephant to an equality earned peace of love given to each from above religious freedom bound with science and philosophical prowess has garnered gargantuan greatness universal love at its best, and like Buddha before me and Jesus’ jest I would ask you kind fellows to take this as a test, do you choose stagnation or change for your mind and the nation, the same bull shit or yin-yang integration.

Antivirus program

The-Wizard-of-Love — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 05:17:39 GMT

Application: Run Boundless love from the sun Love all that is, a human-being aware Therefore love, love and have not a care But for love to be fair, thought strings to tear Make sure to spread light on/from the sun and virus alike Four everything’s one, my heart, our mind; Emotions: the spine, or snake Ascension: the bird, your intention Integration is needed yin-yang not yet heeded. Reality is fine like a necklace that’s beaded, a slow simple rhyme Fee: dead, love where has it led above the head and piercing the heart Everything: A dance, Every breath: pure art. Unending infinite immortal, 3 synonyms for life Love and these letters a portal past mortal strife Hold radioactive attachments up and let light cut like a knife To free one from tethers, a bird set a flight there are no fees for: Endeavors that feel from the heart, which are true and right. The happiest place on earth, your own mind; externalization Created by a society to blind. Our nation: our binding persuasion: to spread love and the like To theme parks we’ve deem dark, the club med’s in our heart Mcdonald’s doublespeak as they’re food makes them weak An addiction to some; for all a black mass occult murder; Indian’s sacred cow a prediction: the freak show is done. Although the truth is viewed with the light from the sun ‘Ba da ba pa pa’ I’m Lovin itä Lets choose a new application to run.

The Sun Constant

The-Wizard-of-Love — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 05:16:49 GMT

I’ve been in the sun all day Letting it peel past perceptions away Including the thought that everything ends Like rigid morality a palm tree always bends Life’s subtle flexibility is the fifth element Perceptions ability. What I just said in laity speak is the consciousness That brings you participating Week after week and life after life Peeling off pain and leaving past strife The Esoteric truth a philosopher’s knife Love guides and chooses the sides in an otherwise schizophrenic aside You see the goal aim in every artist’s tool room Is to change all to love wisdom for the buffoon and lawyer alike Every one a true mic, every two connected at one point the Tau pi point Infinite center sacred geometry shows consciousness on the all Growth outward like a tree, Only the leaves fall therefore ignore tall Tales shallows secrets, and old leaky pails that never hold water, epic fail Will grow hotter till it burns away and death will leave purity to stay Like me in the sun burning this day because we are all one And although this poem nearly done, from every end is rebirth Love in life will keep thriving long after this verse.

capitalism's spiritual space holder

The-Wizard-of-Love — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 01:15:56 GMT

pins and needles twins and tweedle dees and dumbs, placing pain in tainted two ton drums painting propaganda, and fun on the tanks of rum. Drunk and drinking Shrunk and shrinking, out of mind, and in the trunk thinking, linking on his bunk feircley feeling a full moon's funk the whole platoon has lost its spunk the loon's have fled the fool's still drunk the rules have trapped these tools Clunk stolen jewels in his trunk his hands a rosey red sunk into the heart of a monk burma to Baghdad a dunk into death a demon on his breath. Control, an illusion he's had, that lead to death, he knows his fate; and excelerates it. too late. an addiction ended a bloated belly distended a trap for dissidents who could have helped end it. suicide to some murder on an invisible plane, dimensions that bring one to insane. soldier karma to help straitforward, and plain; shoot at the blackwater train mercenaries. or be the beautiful martyr; go out in style hold 2 gernades, create a bloody blackwater(or dick cheney) dog pile society's a hard cokkie to crumble you've seen the vietnam vets still tumbling with demons now transmuted from violence to dimentia, and screamin schizophrenia dreamin, teaming, steaming tangled in karma. to facilitate fate is to except it, an american? dont call yourself that identify with what you love your soul, your state even dont sleep in the american dream now filled with nightmares and innocent screams, run off to Burma defend a monk your on the path to suicide if you stay in your bunk, iraq is the slaughterhouse where george bush sends his junk. his boss has better tools a soldier, (or Sheeple) not a loss, for him; but the american people.

the Boundless Lover

The-Wizard-of-Love — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 01:09:54 GMT

I am Boundless love I stand to speak and spit A spiral spinning spokes of joy We Toy’s are lit and loving it. Androgynous Venetian ship The lips a loving cup, licking the tit The lingam lift the pointed tip And always channeled up, The chakra’s shaking Rubbing Lake things, Nymphs naked basking In this task everlasting. I am Boundless Love Unrestrained, and infinite I transcend the physical, Enter text as a lyrical blast The first emotion that lasts, Sometimes people get attached, To a mirrored source of sorts. But peoples predetermined present Taint the token task Erosion from these frosted oceans Make this money mass an acre Take her turn, integrate and learn She is your spinal mentor Never negate or fake her, The Kali Yuga Shakti hair Sexually like a panda bear. Excuse me miss, You aren’t in tune; can I make you so, and quick? This sun will set, with much respect I’d like to see the moon, and Your Auric cloud is black and loud With Torrents of hurt covered in dirt I could fix it in a tick. You aren’t the moon, Braggadocios Buffoon I should burn you with my Bic But I am a god, you’d prefer me not? To Rot in a bog, in your illusory fog? Forever chasing your tail like a humanized dog? A penny in the past A plentiful present, A perfect time to fast A merry maiden Dressed and laden A test in less, Seductive I sing in joy and love existence Compassion everlasting I wish we, would Manifest Truth on Many levels To Spin a spiral of sensuality Into actuality, to leave the Laity for totality, the queen bereaved her love bequeathed and met in between our mutually meandering meats. Could we just have sex at least?

spoken in a Social setting

The-Wizard-of-Love — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 01:07:27 GMT

Reflections of friends Is who, what they C The same degree of femininity Make sometimes it seems a Mean Masculine directness gleams From the sun, valedictions, a ton A lesson unseen, not a lesson undone Stuck sinking suppressed in seas of emotion That manifest as depressed, see erosion of self Cede the unnecessary notion of motion The meek meandering elf becomes a demon In rigid duality; bringing a schizophrenic birth A walk away from totality A mood disrupting mirth Causing one to ignore a rude rancor toll, of pain, nigh rebirth. A mole on the whole; a cancer for some, for him a warm Homely knoll, a feeling familiar for years, lifetimes on a roll But times almost gone, and ten times as long Earths energies growing great, throwing some in the sky And canceling out those who choose hate, the wheel of samsara‘s Letting go (maybe we should too, a different meaning to some, but happiness to you) From sticky to throwing from its clutches either Coming to terms or going in circles Eventually we all learn And in turn the social mirror can help us to spurn Lower vibrating strings although they were earned It is love we will bring, A golden dawn, a new spring These beautiful things Seen through the eyes that come through the other side Viewing the reflections of our own caring self

gnome ore

The-Wizard-of-Love — Thu, 11 Oct 2007 17:10:54 GMT

twisting, spinning, a clockwork dance tiny gnomes who rock, in a geodesic dome on a walk through rome, I stop to talk of home with these freinds who roam slapping joy into the face of every drop of haste, hate, and late bubble of love that trys to dodge our fate.

poetry i met under a tree one sunny day

The-Wizard-of-Love — Thu, 11 Oct 2007 02:50:35 GMT

existence is a dance resistant in a trance this dream is persistent all love ajar; insistent, a new universe you are, actualized from a far the taurus bull split, exponential is it experiential i sit dualistic? unfit on a triton tightly tricked tugging tummys time to tic a token taken, a rhyme unwrit like the broken brake on a broiling brit non-stop nuanced brick by brick the loyal laitey licked by mc for depressing dangers take your pick or float on a feeling freely felt a dove, a dragon, above all else the lies, illusions in the past the present though persistent will always last love is a mindset feel it fast for so many synonyms see the soul's sacred sash everythings interconnected only gods dont clash an idea fermented perfected like a slow sour mash.

Poetry

The-Wizard-of-Love — Thu, 11 Oct 2007 01:55:26 GMT

I meditate upon a cloud beyond heaven I am not proud The Planets Architecture of emotions arouses a tide to cleanse our oceans; What eye Mean, in metaphor; a Viral illusion Cover's the door Beneath the waters tainted before our birth the Girth of the Tree hidden by plastic leaves causes some to lie on these; rather than rest protected from death in living green armor nature's appendage. her harm, not for us her gentle green arm. I'm Talking the tree who's toll, your intention, to enter the door unless blood you have spilt, enraptured in guilt strings made of pain pursing perverse parts to wilt, A fake thought leaf Guilt tis not true, a red herring, a rue. I've been through our waters, and i'll swim yet again see the pain in the sea is from landing on thee a plastic part that knocks out all knowing and heart; the leaf that i grab guides me to the water and the trunk of the tree eye cry not a second,sadness, not of me; the trick the allusion is that you/me are we. purity protected by love, our leaf picked up by roots, and transported too the top our soul/mind goes with us, our body does not. although it appears to those caught in bad strings, I'm Just sitting with peers laughing in glee. but we are all one happily, I wouldn't lie to ourselves, our waters the same your differentiation your hell, your pain. all inclusive, non-intrusive a time tangle; I tell as a warning could bring you this 'hell' a non-existent prefect yet more like a dream you call in your demons every time you do scream try asking for help; a good poem is deemed to cancel a yelp; sweet like ice cream, warm like a fire a mood mellowed might seem wrong for the moment but would you choose the bad dream? advice from a philosopher poet whose on the good team, you know this because the beam of light said it right(?) or is the skeptic archetype wrapped around you too tight whispering duality, day's always night and the moon gives no light, we know who to trust then right? the power has always been yours what to hone, to pay the loan, its when they say its not your own and that pain is part of life that i begin to moan jesus didnt die for my sins thats where Karmic distraction comes from and the fact the cross causes constant reincarnation because its placed upside down, and rules over the more feminine minded who are open to frown, though with Love and even see it in painful practices as is writ so above. one thing to say to those praying to pot, begging the bottle, and injecting the lot, the feeling is in the mind, oh, how appealing it is to rot over and over just like you've been taught but here's some re-membering From the faux authority not, forget what you know, and love what you got.

thoughts on language

The-Wizard-of-Love — Sun, 30 Sep 2007 18:28:29 GMT

Thou art reading light refracted puposely upon this page [through time and space] so that the sun may share its wisdom through known ethcings of/in your intellectualizing idea categorization box mind. differentiating this from illuminating light, the tau, existence, and love is the source of all non-knowing, or delusion; instead of being taken via light refraction and symbollic catylization to the source of knowledge(knowingL[ights]edge) the sun for its plethora of truth with the assistance of nature. you have learned from a society of dark malefic conditioning, through its flagrant use of (thought diffusion) negativity fear confusion and ambiguity. all related to the evil use of etchings and light refraction (doublespeak, news) which once telepathically tuned us to our source. all the activities which once were direct paths to the source, such as music, art, philosophy, and (especially) sacred sex, have been watered down with elitism degredation and a sloth like scorn, into a pool of unrelation; giving only a taste of each sector's possible sentient sun love connection. As in Zen your impurity learned, it is this sentence's sentience that from pain's spot art spurned. The supreme diety emanated forth in order to expirience love, eye know procede to split thought strings into their vibratory equivalents with knowledge L(lammed, vibrates at sacrifice/expiation) O (ayin, vibrates at accident[i.e. 'ooo that must have hurt]) V (vau, vibrates at temptation) E (he, vibrates at religion/divine law) so the vibration of love is such that it conveys the idea of 'Free will and choice concerning happiness and how one may acheive it according to laws of existence that can only be acheived through dis-integration or expiation from the omnipotent source. therefore love and existence purely is as a learning expirience. open and play

Poetry of transformation

The-Wizard-of-Love — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 16:19:33 GMT

Time Travel trivialized in a sentence's sentience till a rhyme unraveled realized, is a silent sigh of sentiment. Zen is non-knowing, all being holding a thought until preconceptions pop similar to a shaman riding a thought string to the tau expiriencing void allowed the alchemical alloy-ed to shed being proud, a trait of the crowd that ego endowed; a wink to the wise, and a word to the bowed why dont the jews say YHVH aloud? An Entheogen is A materialized divine source so open up your real eyes, and sit upon the horse when Rideing Rainbows, realize the 4th reich running raucous. dose us with divine trust, peel this paradigm sublime douse us with light as the old Druidic oak tree writes of delight in a victimless crime, like hearing whispers that begin from within; the young child's life is a rhyme, she's staring you down from divine he's climbed the trees limbs on his own will wit and whim to see taurus get lost in the forest. but she's been to the source, brought back not remorse,as they've been a twin from the intro begin, the gemni horse is scent to find the other half of an eternal bliss bath it's polarities point naught two force; when one's on a walk to the source. laps in a time trap, the Droneing dross of dreamers lost there are flames to tame your troubled tower though it froze in frost, inaction marked upon your hours thou art ruled by habit, showered by elementals taking turns possesing the lungs where meth has burned Demon's denied in society's eye's leaveing the rest less spurned. bunks made and sold for armys aimless tole stiff and stern to inter the infered in soil would foil the time taken for oil, the hanged man has no plan, his veiw of old had his fate sold although he tried and toiled, his will, repentant; Royal. the end im here to spoil, has yet to rest in regal soil. thou art reading light's edge refracted from a screen but ask your monkey minded head how it know's the scene intellectuallized memorization isnt truly reading, just like a corset, and a respirator isn't truly breathing. Words ought always be poeticized, for life is but a dream Follow mine own thought's eyes to the creamy cosmic center see the sown seeds of the centaur circle cicero's sleep playing, piping, sleeping being; the cosmos at his feet have you seen the circle's start? Spiraled snake of eden the number Pi is infinite, the apple is your ignorance the clothes in turn are the games way to learn and the will to Stay and help. who says George walker Bush isnt an artist? he's created a drama so in depth his outlook tho cathartic the equal and opposite of his actions is why this sentence exists so existentially as a sentient thoughtform why should i be mad? im not affected by physical prefects even the ones the channeler had. eye feed off intellectually categorized conditioning and exist for such if this was read from right to left it would have a more feminine touch thats why hebrew's a living language accessed from the sun no its not a metaphor that is how its done english patronizes pain in its rigid unchange i hereby create a phrase, 'let the one who atones for none, herewith be delayed' but in my hast what have i done today, but wasted 10 seconds away? in the dust trail industry is major fail, let rest the water in the pail, the snake doth eat it's tail, I have built the archetypal tower of bel a web of thought this does entail built from the ruins of babylon's twin tower that did fall, was the tarot wrong had not egypt fallen just the same as well it only takes one in christ consciousness to cast the spell, like buddhism forcefully applied on a grander scale but not as passive with twice the hail. the idle word refered here 'tis demonic with much repect to the tradition masonic I hereby scale the vibrations avail, to find that im upon it, why judge the idle syllable? its tale more of a far out sci-fi cry, eye say than anything tangible that i have seen today if it can be seen with the inner I then it is here to stay exoteric truths have their story and purpose in divine play zoom out; expansive, eye can see the earth is perfect said the praying mantis. marveled Money makers made turned not the earth with not a spade for moneys majesty is diverted from what we received in trade this raid on truth is hurting therefore make our middleman spayed then Gaia's abundance will not be delayed.