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Jun. 25th, 2007 @ 09:42 am omfg
Current Location: my loooooove seat
what the butterfly said of the angel: shocked
Current Quantum Weather Conditions: The Faun's Labyrinth
LiveJournal stgill exists!!??!!????!!!!??!
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Jul. 18th, 2006 @ 09:29 pm and so it rains
what the butterfly said of the angel: creative
he is the only one who is immune to me
or perhaps that is not the right choice of words
but I cannot make myself be cruel to him, even though my cruelty is the truth
is this what it is like?
it is beautiful
to never be afraid of breaking him

he is the only one i have ever felt like this with
i understand, now, that difference

and so i explode
explode, explosde, explodes, the middle east
the city of three
god
please let me be
myself
and so the adrenaline rushes
each next step, each iteration--
the channels opened anew
the same, yet different

massive attack
a massive attack, and an
evolution

I burn myself again, and
it is good to be so alive

---(he breaks)----
where is the cigarette path?
follow--
tiir'iach t'ch-oiir

burn, burns, burning
me alive
alive, me, free--breathe
the fire and the smoke, like lightning--
my spines dance
channle open.
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Dec. 6th, 2005 @ 06:36 pm alpha and omega
...and I told him of how I many of my favourite book series I had begun reading somewhere in the middle, spinning out through to the ending my lacing of self-integration/identifying in the matrix of reality's surreal-soul threads, circling back again with the ending to the beginning, spiralling through with ever-building momentum to where I had begun, passing through and in and of and from it like the breath of the serpent that swallows its tail, seeing neither beginning nor ending and yet both and neither at every point I can't percieve save as connections...spiralling ever on and on...the greatest stories never end; they never had a beginning but that, life-like like life, they welcome us somewhere into their eternal telling, for there is no-one and none and nobody and nothing (which of course is everything) with no place.

And there was a boy, and he was called Daniel, and Trick; and he came unto a boy, who was called Peter, and Trip: And they were lost boys together adrift in the sea of the name-essence nameless-naming of names'-name-named-in-naming; existence is, was, and therefore shall be. And he was hailed at first as saviour of self, and then as selfless, and then as selfish, and always as self. And the self is, was not, and shall be a question always answering itself in its asking.

--the name of Daniel as been a curse and a prayer and hope and terror and always a blessing.

"....This will never be complete, but I have started it; .... the art that began (like the tiny seed of the olive tree into the forgotten garden grown) because the answer to a lost soul's prayer was Daniel...

This will never be complete, yet I have started it, and the map that was the key to the underlying theme in all the chaos (for when there is no beginning or ending, where does one start?) is this:
Thanks.
Thank you.
Thank you, Daniel.
You taught me what it is to be human."

There was a boy, and he was full of wonder--and every moment was a prayer, complete-encircling spiral-serpent-swallowing itself; there was a strangeling, and he was lost and lonely-hungered, a question searching for the answer that voiced it as the empty-breathed echo of the answer voiced it vainly searching for itself; there was the Last Prayer, and the birth of hope...

Daniel was a response, and in the name given to the whisperings of a boy whose essence is as much wish as wistful, he provided an answer to the answering question; he was one who said to himself and he whom he was not, "I am. You are. We cannot."

The answer to the prayer, I found within its absence-fulfilling-its-promise, was always simply i, I, and me as Mine.

Hence ends the first part of these my humble Advent offerings
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Nov. 17th, 2005 @ 07:13 pm no song could ever say
how beautiful you are to me

(Lopi: The main difference between a conductor and a drummer is a drummer has a bigger stick and likes to bang it)

Dance with me! Dance with me! Dance with me!

they run off to get fags to suck; they remember it is a glorious night always happening
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Nov. 17th, 2005 @ 06:55 pm earth at my roots again; the heart returns to me as home
Current Quantum Weather Conditions: Jurassic
dinosaurs danced and I had voice
long before they ever knew what a raptor was
the toads were my first friends
when I could still fly
every time I danced
and my dancing was how I laughed

you and I must have met, and laughed
back then
back there
in those forested days of innocence
when every day was a dream
and adventure around every corner
where stories waiting to be told beckoned to us
from behind every leaf

we must have laughed, together
speaking of the songs we would love
dancing like raptors leap
planting the seeds that led us to someday kiss
in our minds
your heart, always tracing thrills of emotion
mysterious joy just around the corner
beckoning from behind ever leaf
the soft lips of your soul
held me always
dear
did you know? I
never knew it was you I was remembering
in all the secret unnamed shrines of time
each moment music I had never heard reminded
delighted
invited
me and you to meet in memories like plumeria in a secret island garden

we must have laughed, for I remembered
that I did not quite remember something
every time I tried to fly
every song that took me high
and always left a sigh of my song lingering behind
where it had always been
did you feel me, then? Questioning
why you knew there was something you knew and yet didn't?

I loved Jurassic Park long before the movie
but I was a raptor before I played human

and the songs of star trek and hidden islands
where the past awakens to promised life
and mists and fire wrote upon the sea
the future was always you and me
the past was always you and me

and I have never left your side, love
and I have never been alone

so long ago, I remember
I awoke
just as now, again
seeing the worlds unfold in the eyes of a toad

Taurus island-boy,
we have ever-always been more sacred,
and never can we not be.

Look! --the rain comes swiftly...
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Nov. 3rd, 2005 @ 09:12 pm and it's beautiful
what the butterfly said of the angel: indescribable
Current Quantum Weather Conditions: Lopie's Special Playlist for the heart-thrills
kundalini circles back
the breath of kiss-explosion
sunfire's glowing, growing
and I don't know what I'm doing
and the rhythm is found; ths wave has caught me
I am exploding
can I stare at you forever?
I have been enthralled-ensorcelled
your song is my secret spinning
head-over-heels and I follow my nose
the serpent swallows its tail, for
everything I do you do with me
and mirror-sight truth's twisted also others
you and I become the feedback-cresting dragons' dawning
breath of fire ocean storming; our song of smiles could be a warning
perhaps the end of worlds is coming
these voices I hear echoes of
whispering in the edges
are there, and that is simply all
if we do it, we do it together
if not, we're still a doing, and undoing's done
sweet breath of god, rain salt on me
a spray of neutral purity
this bliss and kiss of pearls and chains
and twisted path of past staircase
HOLY FUCKING SHITAKI MUSHROOMS BABY
I JUST SOLVED THE MYSTERY OF THE PROPHECY OF THE PATH F THE PAST
[broken]
hmmmmm
genetic codings...anyhow; wow; I was writing a poem/song for you--
--but like every moment since your dawning in my life
(for even when we part, the sun sets, but it will rise again--
--life since you is genesis after Lord's breath brought the light
to being)
--this poem of my life sung in cadenced harmonies of math
with you
is true
validation
realization
ever dreaming; ever awakening.
Amen.
8}
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Nov. 3rd, 2005 @ 08:37 pm notes from line-dancing class in crystal plants remembering moist warm green
You make me sunshine dancing laughing on the waves
you give me sleep so well at night I love the day
you've turned my life into a peace-trip halo-daze
you're more amazing than all worlds' words could say

I want to calm the ripples on the surface of your storm.
Let me be the mirror-depths in which you find you're warm--
The shelter of my wings a womb within which you're reborn.
Every night our sleep-sighing souls lie side-by-side to rise as whole:
As your breath name-spins my thread, I'll mend you where you're torn.
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Nov. 1st, 2005 @ 10:44 am this is real
what the butterfly said of the angel: prophetic
Current Quantum Weather Conditions: dylan-song
aliens and bite-marks
sea-claimed fire-boy scars
ghost-writer written for the path of the past
we walk the future now
catnipper
will you dance in the fire?
this gate is opening; they all are
taste of me and mine
a toxic flow of wine
to staunch the blood flow in your mind--
can you feel it?

the aliens are coming, leagued with demons
and this surely is insanity, this seeking--
which side is allied with death; the freeing?
I am not the dragon's death
or bane; my friend, a flower make me--
--planted seeds; the shade sings...
...will you dance with me with the name of God
that taunts me from the mirror-mind-eye within
like the source from which springs the driven
rhythm
of the heartbeat of the soul of the world?

I cannot ask this; you should not ask this
all this making sense of nonsense--
--riddle me this, riddle me that
either way, a riddle's hand--
--take my hand, O Man;
we never left the blessed Land--
but the time comes now of Swift Returning.

Who is burning? Do I die, or are we birthing?
Benadryl is a delerient hallucinogenic;
like fever dreams, but opposite--
how odd that that which saves from death
is death's own gate and dearest friend
death bane become death stick;
did you know tobacco was sacred to the aztecs?
stolen from the Mayans was the knowledge of it's banishing
burning it and smoking it keeps death and his consort distant.

Pegasus. You should meet the Night Stallion; Preston
(pieces are coming too quickly now, and yet
not still enough swiftness
existence
lie to me with cherried-teeth)
Did you know I had my mouth turned green? And
we never finished my--

Assert yourself. Pegasus is sacred
to the gods of prophecy
to the poet.
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Oct. 23rd, 2005 @ 08:02 pm and the wind blows;the fire swirls
what the butterfly said of the angel: creative
Current Quantum Weather Conditions: sara mclachlan--fear
ashes dance with dying embers
who lives more?
I paint myface with powerdered pain
the needle draws the string of carbon
memories of everything
just beneath the skin
I write my name in the burial songs of the world

heiroglyphics of bonds unbreaking-broken
pain is pleasure, and sweetly
I remember
like serpent-spiders dancing in my veins

the string is out; the story told
back to india, ink, you go

I am not so exotic; alien
no hidden island could keep me
(my)
secret(s)
the flower blossoms
like the phoenix, and again
hesitance ad longing-not-denied;
the poetry of a trip
is and adventurer's map begun
breathe it
move with it
I can taste your sweat,
(sweet) /// as
poisonous as eye
(I)
think I am enjoying this
8}
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Sep. 3rd, 2005 @ 07:55 am the saddest boy in the world
what the butterfly said of the angel: ghost-in-fade
i love him so much
he has changed eveything
my whole world
he saved me
he made me feel like a whole person, too
all my understandings have been stripped from me
yes, i knew nothing,
but i was learning
of course i made mistakes
i had to start building my understanding of the world and the way it works again from sratch

i don't know anything anymore
i am not even certain what i feel, but sad
oh, it's all there--the weary joy, the peace beyond peace
the love
for everything that is

all is beauty

but i cannot feel it; cannot reach out to it
i cannot give up hope for i am more than hope alone
i am faith

yet he says he does not love me anymore
do i call him a liar?
or look God in the face and say, "you are not."

for if he does not love me anymore,
if all has been a lie
than all has truly been a lie
always was
nothing is
done, and done

dust, dust, dust...
and i'm to ashes gone
whispered echoes may remain
you who know my name sing my song
but you, too, in time will fade
and i will be an empty echo
always longing,
always wrong
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Aug. 28th, 2005 @ 07:17 pm lwj!
what the butterfly said of the angel: cheerful
Riain is the most amazing boyfriend ever. HE's the best, and that's all there is to it.
8}
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Aug. 26th, 2005 @ 08:56 pm salamander reflections
what the butterfly said of the angel: relaxed
flickering faces of others in the flames
burning away and ignoring their pain
I myself in every tongue that licks across my skin
warm like sunlight, feeding me
like the sex-scent of your breath

there is a viloence in the acting
and a passion in its healing
I dancing in the feeling of this farce
face masked with portraqits of the truth
every me I see is you
and you and you

shall I rise in flight from this fire-flower bossom?
mother earth is burning, and her bloody womb's a blossom
every drop of blood we shed traces back to me
and back to you eternally
I feeda secret smile of peaceful rage
I delight in some macabre way
with endless circling days beneath my ever-changing face
the voices never cease
the music always plays
and you and me, we dance
in all of you who read
we tread, and though you scream
we dance our steps carefully
not like the flames of your creating
taking, giving
do I mourn? of course
I celebrate
with you, my love, always
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Aug. 24th, 2005 @ 06:57 pm flames and feathers dancing
twisting like smoke-sex
serpents of words slide off my tongue
kiss my soul with your appreciation
I will weave this art for you
whisperings of half-felt truth

the fire burns down, the embers blossom
birth of death begins the songs again
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Jul. 1st, 2005 @ 08:44 am wow
I is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tripppping
ooopsies
::grins::

fuck the world, says him

"I hAD TO do SOMething whilst i WAITED"!!"!!"
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May. 25th, 2005 @ 02:45 am (no subject)
--help--
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Apr. 29th, 2005 @ 04:05 pm hrrrm
this weekend...
::blinks::
::contemplates::
...

pray
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Apr. 26th, 2005 @ 07:31 pm garf
what the butterfly said of the angel: uberstoned
Current Quantum Weather Conditions: some piano and strings thing i'm writing
I love my boyfriend. Yay God.
::toasts to fasting::

Dude I am so stoned.
::giggles::
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Apr. 2nd, 2005 @ 05:58 pm two observations of note
what the butterfly said of the angel: yes
Current Quantum Weather Conditions: sweet silence of a pause to breathe before singing
1: Today is beautifully magica in an utterly newish ammazing way. I cannot decide whether I like it or dislike it, because I cannot like it or dislike it; it simply is. It is beyond limits. It is True.

Be warned; be Ware; Be You--Carpe Diem! =_____________=Amen.

8}

2: I want to want other people because I cannot. Because I cannot, I want to want them. This results in me wanting them more, and because I do not want them, as I want them more, I want, ultimately, Ryan. More than/because of/yesyes! everything. 8}

Follow?

I am horny now. I want to want something to want to be stimunlated to enjoy/make use of my horny. I wnt my boyfriend. He is not here. Because I want him, and I have him, I want him. Because I have him, I want him, and so I have him. Because of this, I want to want other people, because I don't want to. Because I want to want other people but cannot even have that want, I want it, which means I don't want them, because . . .

--this is the best part--

wanting other people makes me not want them because I want them because I don't want them which is because I want my boyfriend, because I have him, which makes me want him more. And all the more I want someone else, it is because I don't want them, because I want my boyfriend, because I have him, which is why I want him, which is why I want others--because I do not want them, and by wanting to want them because I do not want them because I want Ryan becuase I have him so I want him, I am ultimately wanting/having//having/wanting Ryan all the more.

-0-

,,,um
stupid english language...
stupid words...
stupid human thought
liner thought
lines
li(n)es
lies,,,

Did that make any sense?

It does to me, because it doesn't, which means it does, because I accept it, which means I am it, which means we have each other, which means I do not hve it or vice versa, which means all is true---and Ryan...::smiles::...I love you.



The pope died. I am where I am not because I am not where I am, which is why I am not where I am because I am where I am not.


::grins::

::smirks::

::Dances in spirals::



Remember him, for I cannot, because I am bnusy with the present--which is the remembrance....which is why I cannot remember....because that is what my moment's me is doing.


8}
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Apr. 1st, 2005 @ 11:58 am --why does mine fit so prrrfectly, in amongst these others?--
what the butterfly said of the angel: quixotic
Current Quantum Weather Conditions: lullaby for peace--save the gryphons
lwj! oii...credit goes to whitz.

@ 2005-03-31 03:03:00




Aries (March 21 - April 19)
Today you will be seized with the urgent desire to buy a harmonica, which you will take everywhere with you, on one of those coat-hanger thingies around your neck.

Taurus (April 20 - May 20)
On a pre-arranged signal, you and 3 cohorts will start talking complete gibberish today, leaving the 5th person in your meeting entirely baffled. Act as if he's behaving strangely, and look concerned.

Gemini (May 21 - June 20)
This week, try to live your life based on the ad copy of a men's cologne. For example: "The mood of the sea, and the spirit of the wind" (Cool Water, by Davidoff) Or perhaps: "Disturb the equilibrium" (Catalyst for Men, by Halston)

Cancer (June 21 - July 22)
Today you will order the dinner "special" at a restaurant. You will regret this, however. Why? Okra.

Leo (July 23 - August 22)
Happy Frog Day!! Let's hear it for our little amphibious friends!

Virgo (August 23 - September 22)
You will make several somewhat inadviseable impulse purchases today. Fortunately, you will be able to return all of them, except for the Hormel "100 Years Of SPAM!" decorative wallclock.

Libra (September 22 - October 22)
A martian creature named Yg, who is more than ten thousand years old yet has the disposition of a cranky two-year old child, is hiding under your house. That's where the raisin-cookies have been going.

Scorpio (October 23 - November 21)
Today you will make a bold fashion statement, which will eventually become a trend and sweep the nation. "Executive Grunge", you'll call it.

Sagittarius (November 22 - December 21)
Today you will ignore the warning label on the mouthwash bottle, and will attempt to yodel while gargling. That will be a mistake.

Capricorn (December 22 - January 20)
You will spend most of the day attempting to tie knots in a piece of cord, using only your toes. You will be unable to say why, but this will seem like a useful skill to you, at the time.

Aquarius (January 21 - February 18)
Remember: loose lips sink ships. The really strange thing is, nobody's ever been able to explain to me why ships have lips in the first place, especially if they're that risky.

Pisces (February 19 - March 20)
Unaccountably, everything you eat will remind you of wild hickory nuts. This is the first sign of Gibbon's Syndrome, and you should seek immediate medical attention. You don't want to end up getting arrested for eating your neighbor's shrubbery...
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Apr. 1st, 2005 @ 11:50 am marchmadness is over
what the butterfly said of the angel: creative
Current Quantum Weather Conditions: lullaby for peace
::evil grins::

April Fools!
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