Flow State by Happy Parrot
you must devour your ego he will be part of you but gone, his function will be more natural. There will be no will, or pleasure for seeking power, material things, jealousy, treachery, envy…and so on…
Executing your Fate, a New Beginning without the Dreaming
O.k Dear friends, this is my exclusive for Human, I hope you gonna like this one, If the poem, story, or book doesn’t make you think then the writer has failed…this is the sole purpose of ART-HEART to move you, to transport you to places that are before not there…to make you smile, or even draw one tear from your eyes. It is that easy.
Phil if you see this, look if everything has been done by the rules of “engagement”…Thank you in advance. I can’t find some stuff, from your E-mail… for now, I will get better with time, I always do.
Flow state, crate, educate
Opens worlds, cold and hot
surprise this is certainly, not
When all is one this can be done
You won’t even have to close your eyes to materialize
the thing of old, things of new all is on the menu
is it all God’s plan?
do you think you need a magick wand?
Is this a question or an utterly failed erection?
Where are we, when are we…can you see
Above the mighty tree or under in the roots
sneaking in the cahoots
is it all diversion or a great loss of logic and attention?
Do you ever wonder, what is over there?
Are you firmly asleep, the reality of old you want to keep
Do you even care…maybe you should pay for this next Faire
Do you dare, to peek into the other side
to find what you lost at what is the real cost
are you still lost, praying to the sky
willing to testify
to break this mold to usurp this cold
white frost and terribly, spine-chilling hot
we are not, we are more
we must search our inner core
Our tenacious sleepless being is one thing that is worth seeing
please drive away from all things that are deceiving
Another side, another incoming, unsuspecting tide
lost at sea we will abide
We who stand alone, we are not gone
we are coming home
Sooner or later, the veil is coming down
hunters are on the prowl
we are guardians of light, in our hearts beating fight
The holy grail is with us, they can’t take us
We will shine, like thousand Suns
we are the long-lost beloved Son
The Son of the Man is here, right now, right here
in this moment, he is without the endless, unbearable torment
but he doent’t know, the power in him is still too low
find the hidden emissary, promised life without the misery
the evasive dark crow knows,
who is naked, without clothes
who beg and bow on their knees and do as they please
Son of a Man, pure revelation, or a new emerging brand
vigorously crashing castles made out of the cursed sand
Can he find himself? to, wish others well
so he loudly and clearly can tell,
not all that breathes is made for sell
Can Dreamer be awoken, do we need a magick token?
Is he irreparably broken?
The sleep of old, horrible evil lies in him
Like old nasty corroded pin, nasty sin put right in between
Heart and Mind, will he find?
One or another, will he ever bother?
Matrix is an illusion that rhymes with dysfunction
, inclination to declination
addiction to broken fiction,
reaction, to abrasion,
devotion to f. up
Emotion?