per request, i thought i'd drop a quick line just to fill in some details, as to my secondary level self, the beingness that is, playing the character that is playing the actor that is playing the group essence that is me, that is, who i am, animating the vessel of this physical human presence known, among other things, as chance.
in that essence, i am heavily involved in the Gray, or Zeta plans and machinations involving the earth project. these include the widespread…Continue
as a creator, it helps at times, to put into perspective, from a more discrete point of view, our lives, in the bigger picture. Through the lens of one creator to another. here is such an attempt...
Added by Street Poet on January 28, 2016 at 2:35pm — No Comments
what is the value of a thing? in the quary of my thoughts. thinking as i did then as i remember the way it was. in the expanse and scope of my life's time engaged in depraved acts of self defeat. and i worried so well that i began to believe that it was ever possible to be anything other than myself.
but where are we going and how do we need to be for that plot of space time to arrive. signed sealed and delivered, a reality packaged in brown canvas paper on your front door?
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"Hello, thank you for your interest in the Terra simulation! For customer support say, "customer support at any time"
"For incarnation in a third density avatar, press one, now!"
"To apply for an available poltergeist position in world, press 2, now!"
"Difficulty exiting the Terra simulation, press pound, now!"
"For movie times in your city, press 4, now!"
"To end this call, you may hang up or dial 9 at any time!"
"Thank you, for calling Terra…Continue
i'm trapped inside a glass bottle hoping you'll find me. it's been 3 hours since i climbed in and i'm beginning to think this will be the bad move that will end me.
if i should survive this ordeal i will search for you. n'ery a day passing where i do not think of you. your smile is all that i have left to connect me to any world. i fear everyday i am losing more and more of myself.
yesterday i forgot how many days i've been here and wonder if i have ever been anywhere else.…Continue
Added by Street Poet on July 2, 2014 at 6:58pm — No Comments
a moment cracks dogs howl and the search lights sniff through. the inward eyes see.
"there is nothing more to say really. i know that's not what you want to hear. and i understand that."
his elderly grandfather reliving youth, peddling his experience with ice cream and a trip to the lake. his hands shake. and his grandson wonders will his shake the same? when he is that old?
"your planet will be taken. it has been decided. nothing further can be done."
Added by Street Poet on March 13, 2014 at 5:49pm — No Comments
the flower of the morning wilts. and out through humid windows, the ice decayed into streaming waters, i stir from sleep.
to begin my day. another just as the day before. unremarkable in so many ways. if one were to see only the world as what surrounds. but there is something more, a nameless dissolve, where heart as muscle melted, dear and wondrous has collected from the melt of spring into a fresh pool captured in soft depressions where stood steps walked along the path of…Continue