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My Acceptance

quantumevolver — Tue, 25 Sep 2007 15:19:29 +0000

I was overwhelmed with relief that I mattered.
A part of creation and eternity, I was flattered.
On a joyous path, grateful and aware I become.
Unaware of the looming layered demons to come.

Like shark teeth they stab and fight to the death.
The next vampire fang rises from the bloody bed.
Where is the grand finale to this depressing ordeal?
An end with my immortality intact is my appeal.

Cycling through the highs and lows of my chemistry.
Adverse times threaten another visit to the cemetery.
So long since the last high I yearn to feel in freedom.
Nothing knew in a well-travelled collapsing kingdom.

Mother is beginning to intensify the rumble of her curves.
Ready to give back what she has been too long served.
Pulsing to inevitably shake yet willing to shift for our sake.
Will we bend the mind in time for another path to take?

‘Till now was a persistent absence of crucial acceptance.
Wired to struggle, I couldn’t detect my self-deception.
Fear of missing my lack was a depth I care not visit.
Addiction dissolved – no emotional history to miss it.

A spark of passion to grasp new learning begins my dance.
Worried I will not identify and take my pending last chance.
Hold on with my attention. Give up the familiar distraction.
Muster the strength and will to enjoy taking all the action.

All paths are mine and my mind is refined to choose.
Tuning vibrations to love and walking with future shoes.
I am in a sublime trance upon new emotions to ignite.
I am dreaming of peace where there was never a fight.

Gold glitter marks the acceptance of my worth and freedom.

The Ghost House – inspired by Aaron Russo’s AMERICA: From Freedom to Fascism

quantumevolver — Tue, 20 Feb 2007 10:56:53 +0000

You are so deeply deceived as they maintain your slumber.
Government dirty hand in your mattress to plunder.
Media servant serpents betray their position of trust,
Ruthless agenda to manipulate, causing free speech to rust.

Our dear Constitution, you were created to protect the innocent.
Forefathers ensured the time capsule scroll of freedom was sent.
Yet as wise their intent and as precious their words will always be,
Today white ghost tyrants of terror heavily enslave us with fear.

The Ghost House is a lost soul haunted with obsessive greed.
Preoccupied with back end instructions that demand their feed.
Amendments to The Amendments slowly digress the nation.
Liberty silently sinks, who will defend her gross indignation?

Abuse of stolen power stirs every awakened soul to weep.
As smiling assassins chillingly rock the rest of us to sleep.
Dark shadows shape shift in heritage stained glass windows,

Of The Ghost House waiting to be reclaimed and renamed.

http://www.freedomtofascism.com/index.html

Stop the Bombs!

quantumevolver — Thu, 01 Feb 2007 06:17:28 +0000

To the innocent who deserves much much more…

Stop the bombs, stop the bombs!
The children are dying.
Politicians are lying.
No right in this wrong!

Cease your firing .
Intellectual bantering.
Mindless justifying.
Gutless arguing.

Stop the bombs, stop the bombs!
Your causes are wrong!
Its gone on too long!
The red river is flowing and
Truth drowns in propaganda floods.

Stiff girl’s arm held defiantly high,
Dead to the World who ought to cry.
Little boy’s face is chillingly still,
dead to the world who lost its will
to stop the madness of the bombs.

Dusty flowers left on
mass fresh graves tonight.
Stop the bombs!
Stop the bombs…

Life on a death bed

quantumevolver — Thu, 01 Feb 2007 06:14:38 +0000

Live your life now from the wisdom on a death bed

Why is the concept of death so threatening,
while living life remains equally perplexing?
Finally, on a death bed resolve takes its place.
Love is earnestly expressed and truce is made.

Life on a death bed awakens, tears cool the pain.
Why so late after thousands of sunrise, sets to game?
From the fertile origin of innocents you unravelled
and with virgin experiences you boldy travelled.

Each pebble of judgement you began to collect.
Losing your allowing heavied your heart and head.
Masquerading as the saviour of all hurt feeling.
Emotional mortification is what you were dealing.

Strings to your feelings you placed outside your goals
Blame ensured they remained outside your control.
On a death bed you find the courage to cut the strings.
One by one, they free you from your self-created sins.

A reassuring blanket of knowing warms your conscience.
Your disease begins to ease as you farewell the nonsense.
You lived it too late and now the show moves on.
Your spirit bows to the paradox one more time.

by Bluebody

Rise and Shine

quantumevolver — Thu, 01 Feb 2007 06:12:24 +0000

Rise, meet your peace within and shine

My eyes focus on the space between all creation,
so that I become transfixed onto my maker
and bathe in the love of all who create.
Be void of every distraction,
of your past tensed traction.
I am what I came to become.
Rise and be one with your mindful spirit.
Have no fear; your past earned luggage
is heavy with illusion and light on the
substance that will free your soul.
Open and see what the eyes
choose not to believe.
You are the kingdom and the valuer
of all that is worth building.
Rise and hear what your ears
dare not resonate with;
The lies are half-truths and you
are the divider and the multiplier.
Rise and shine your light upon all worlds.

Smell the toxic strings of emotion
that jolt you left, right, back and forth.
Always know what moves you.
Rise and count from your point of power,
Heaven will reward your eager lips,
The kiss of life no longer followed
by any dark karmic abyss.
You will never know love until you cease your search
and surrendered the yearn; it is within you.
Rise and see from where you have risen.
Flat damp yellow grass is the memory,
of your over welcomed stay.
Rise and walk the path and purpose
you dreamt for timeless moments.
Recall reason for legs and tongue.
Speak truth and walk that path of truth.
Heaven is sure to knock from within.
Rise and shine.

Isn’t it Silly?

quantumevolver — Thu, 01 Feb 2007 06:09:22 +0000

Isn’t it silly when we are told to vote,
When corporations pull both sides of the rope?
These engines of profit love their money,
As they vampire suck our milk and honey .

Isn’t it silly that a billionaire,
Thinks hoarding resources is totally fair?
While a child dies per minute in many lands.
Billions turn to trillions with no helping hand.

Isn’t it silly what the media do,
By shaping our conflicting attitudes?
We think what we think is our free will,
While we hate, curse and focus on the kill.

Isn’t it silly how we defend our view?
Without ever wearing the other man’s shoe.
Hell bent on protecting our mundane life,
Rather than being open to evolving our mind.

Isn’t it great we can change all that,
Just by focusing on where we are at?
Let the silly inspire us into becoming divine.
Now that isn’t so silly!

by Bluebody

The Matrix – The most realistic interactive virtual reality playground call ‘life’.

quantumevolver — Thu, 01 Feb 2007 06:02:04 +0000

…NO BEGINNING…

A matrix overlays
your endless hopes and dreams.
Each squared step,
a potential caught by mirrored thoughts.

Quantum foam baths,
spurt bubbles of particles.
Microplasmic building blocks of life,
intently descend like snow.

The matrix vibrates with enthusiasm.
Life takes on even more dimensions.
An expansion of what the mind can fathom.
The electric shimmering blue moves you.

You behold, become and
move the matrix.
Slide within and embrace
an immortal mood.
Where reality and illusion
marry in the mist.

Arisen is the master
of love and life
forever after.

…NO END…

28 grams of Truth

quantumevolver — Thu, 01 Feb 2007 06:00:00 +0000

I cannot reach you.
I fear its too late.
You hear well enough,
but you won’t listen!

They taught you how to defend,
their points of view.
And made you believe,
their ways are yours.

You have free will,
but you are not using it.
It is layered with lies.
Your choices are fake!

They brain washed you
into thinking that
you are less than them.
That they are beautiful and
you are not.

They made you believe
I am your enemy.
I think you are
so beautiful.

I want to help,
but we are running out of time!
Why do you get angry
when I challenge your views?
They do not serve you.
They only serve to hurt you.

Have you noticed something?
Everything is the same.
It only looks different.
People, places and things,
swap and change,
Yet are bonded to a lack of
time, money or love.

Its the same emotions,
over and over,
covered by deception.
Please wake up!
Stop it,
now!!

Who gave you your values?
Who told you what was possible?
Who taught you what is sensible?
These are all illusions.

Do you not understand that
you are…
I cannot say it.
You are not ready.
You will hate me,
eventhough I want
to save you.

I want to save you from
yourself.
You do not love yourself.
You think you are not deserving.
These are lies,
all lies!

You are deserving beyond words,
Why won’t you believe me?
Your reasons are damn false!
They keep you locked in the matrix!

I want to tell you who you are.
It should liberate you from eveything
and everyone.
No more fear, guilt or frustration.
Just joy, love and laughter baby!
Isn’t that what you want?

I am still trying to find a way.
I feel a deep ache,
at the thought of,
leaving you behind.

Listen to you heart.
My words can only point
to the direction.
Please go there,
that place near your heart.
Thats it!

Close your eyes.
Can you feel it?
Its your soul!
28 grams of pure awareness!
It is the reason why
you are here!
It holds the truth of
who you are,
why you feel stuck,
and why you appear awake,
but are already
dead.

There!
I said it.
Don’t think you are ready,
but the truth is out now!
It appears as though,
we are alive,
but we are all dead.
The walking dead.

If you deny it,
it will eat away at you
until you give in.
Don’t worry,
the truth will
set you free!

I want to save you,
yet I have not saved myself.
See how much I love you.
I must go now.
I need to listen to my soul.
It is the only way to wake up.
See you elsewhere,
dear friend.

by Bluebody

What if God

quantumevolver — Thu, 01 Feb 2007 05:58:17 +0000

What if God was so eager to understand?
The length of our persistent ignorance,
The depth of our hidden insecurities
The height of our blinding arrogance.

What if God was intrigued by our sins?
Came to feel the stubborn force of temptation,
To experience the lure of justification,
And view life with the fear of damnation.

What if God wanted to deeply feel?
The agony present in every bloody war.
Trust in timeless peace for us all.
Body tingles from a lovers’ court.

What if God came to perceive with our eyes?
The majestic colours of the rainbow on Earth.
Mother’s tearful joy, who just gave birth,
A child’s smile, word, and step; their first.

What if God was interested to know?
Every thought we ever had.
Every decision we ever made.
Everything, from good to bad.

What if God was every thing?
Never was hierarchy God’s demand.
Bigger, faster, higher, stronger was our insecure stand.
God’s image corrupted by a delusional man.

What if God loved us so much?
It lived in every cell of our body and brain.
Made us kings and queens of our pleasure and pain.
Waited for us to remove our mental chains.

What if God was one of us?
And we lacked knowledge to understand.
Claimed the song of God was from another band.
Refusing God’s touch in every hand.

What if God was all of us?
That we had forgot human being was being human.
We as eternal spirits became lost in illusion,
And are the ones to end the confusion, to finally know.

Are we…?

by Bluebody

Dear Nature – A great teacher

quantumevolver — Thu, 01 Feb 2007 05:56:04 +0000

Forgive me dear nature for I do not understand.
Why you adapt so quickly and I am left to argue.
Less moisture; deeper roots, while I take a stand.
More heat; larger leaves, while I seek to sue.

It’s easy to think, its not my fault I fell on that badly built path.
To think it’s not my responsibility to watch every rocky step.
To think it’s none of my doing that has weakened my heart.
To think it’s not fair my journey has wore out my legs.

Dear nature, how do you grow lush, moist and bright?
You never worry for water, sun or wind so rough.
You grow deeper and higher and always you find.
Or you lessen your load so that some becomes enough.

I defend my limitations while you challenge yours.
If the path gets too tough you harden your paws.
If an insect abandons your pollen love exchange,
You lure another with your seductive dress-change.

Oh my dear nature, my grandest of all teachers,
I feel old and outdated, the weakest in your land.
As dull grey cold concrete cocoons trap hungry leeches.
Aid my metamorphosis into a wise and loving man.

I want to have deep roots to hold me firm in integrity.
I want to be flexible and allowing for other points of view.
I want to bear the sweetest fruit to live in the joy of giving.
And lastly, I want to know how to grow into forever.

Yours sincerely,
A devoted student.

by Bluebody