be universal

Borrowings of the great spirit

All of this, this deity

A crafting of this or that way

There are no beings at zero

Enjoy that! You crucibles

Like a fading of stars

I walk through a quince

Like the daydreams of a dragonfly

And a universal sphere

Everything is a cornerstone

Laughing within a pineapple

Like the binary appearance of

The Great Void

Winged blessed heart clouds

Like a dove sweetly

And the songs of the forest

For the neu air I vary

Like the nights of

Succor from vintage 78s

The first hitchhiker laughs

And paints in the reeds

From a broken telharmonium

Listen to the wasserfalls

And a gold palindrome

As the clocks disintegrate

One flower is greater than any Bible

An enkindling of God

Red swans on the waves

A rupture in the raptures

The rafters the kingdoms

No Buddhas anywhere

Huzzah the accordion man

And willows blossoming

A ray from the azure

The sitars are floating

In honeysuckle sutras

Crucified to the bass clef

rickety ice cream

the jacques kerouac

nihilism avenue

Reforest the radio

Just to illluminate all beings

As This alternates without us

What is right here and older than the universe?

The forever and eternal one

Dabbling in its next resurrection

Past the flood and before star death

An ideogram revolves in the sky

Like a scarab to other dimensions

Disbelieve the clamor, disbelieve

At each precipice a rutabaga

The lovelier and the aimless

Unto the hiero masters begin

And a royal wind of zinc

Apartshatteringszl

Street mystic, broken sky

Dead saint, saint of the heart

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Beyond the cosmic waterfalls

A vortex of dreamsz

Yarrow, into

To drone like a detuned guitarist

At the lameness of it all

A septum manifesto

In the split moment of a leg breaking

God is everywhere

Then the human realm deunifies

Jah’s will be done in Asgard

As it is in Trenchtown

— etc., echolalia mastersz..

Smashed up harpsichords the

Blurried melodies of

Technics for madmen

That free, getting high on literature

And a galaxy of meditations

Freestyling through the silences

Avant garde are the wind’s patterns

And radioactive trilliums

All peaceful and strange like

We the unkempt astrologers

Begin to lounge like fuschia

As seers of the wind

Like quartz emcees in the canopy

A doorway to deer forests

Like bok choy novellas

That nuanced as a lesser goldenrod

The shakuhachi quavers and flies

Sweet forest, bitter nite

Awe radiates from your dome

A piece of chakra light

Illusionaries like you and myself

From serotonin to hickories

I sway in the gonzoed out

Let us endeavor, then traverse

As the Sermon on the Mount

Is law of attraction hyssop

Christ, the falsely sainted

My last golden breath

As the chirruping subsides

O cinnamon flowers

Hate nothing, use the hamsa

Idyllic and unsound

Our collective gods

A breeze of signlessness

And great mantras

Queendoms, queendoms

Creativity is bestowed by the deity

How the absence of everything is like this

Unlearn, unknow

Doors upon whirling doors

That makeshift

And yet eddies at your sandals

My heart is a rutabega

Like a pachinko angel

Lesser and lesser

After the war on falafels

A continuum of air

Mid-war, sacred minds

See into the toppled mind

And waves of thoughts

Be being

As the viola as the chimes

A century tinged with jazz

Buffalo heartsz

O shining ones, so effervescent

I dance on the luminous

My mind merges with the clefs

Who ceruleans the post-vagabond

Like a perfect ocean

And abruptly

As the velvet wind like

I had sweet monkberries

Berserker of the shruti

From the cycles of the way

A hoodlum, a stray

And a chasm of languages

Better than a spinning word

Or an enshrined suicide

Spiral of light

Summoning air and strings

A banner of light and color

Seamlessly the

Dream sequences flit away

A tone lasting for years

And a sigil, a sigil

Flight of the black swans

Like a calendar of titaniums

Our broken twilights

A traipsing of the shimmersz

Like a painted corridor

As a vacant city

From seedlings of laughter

And a wild harpsicord

Fleeting notations

And mad archetypes

A tapir whirls past

Sepia are my shoulderings

Bring the firs of the forest

From the golden divers the

Wiling out exactly

A strand or two of her hair

The First Noble Damn It

The Second Noble That’s It

The Third Noble No Thing

The Fourth Noble Dancing

When the circles walked and flew within

And the weird art of the progressives

At festivals upon festivals

To collapsing neu lungs

Like a deviant orchid

Uplifted out of the varying

A hovering of devas

In parallel green eyes

That is my avant-trash

A dazed out society of

To the sanity from

And in messianic tones

A billowing of peace

To extreme disciplines

A marigold country

The om goes by

In a wild clang

And resuscitates us all

As the songs of gamelans

And myriad blue vapors

I tonglen the dark

A mountain of spirits

And the Jesuit eaters

Sailing the mango sea

Everywhere neon foreheads

Tarrying with God

Detuned kalimba

How the sun soars

Through a coriander

Thy svahas

Assyriology and its coaxing

Glyphic yet

Tamarind after tamarind

The denigrated and atomless

Our myriad savior in hell

Begin to reach and then

From ethers and capoeria

Sacred peacocks, the

A villa of greens

Dove, dove, dove, dove

The sky flowersz

In a hundred seric knots

The buddha gave his first sermon to his five ascetics..

At the end ascetic Kondanna sd 

“this is like this 

because that is like that”

And the Buddha sd “Kondanna knows! Kondanna gets it!”

Im really seeing this now as well!!

Everything is conditioned by contrasts

Beautyness vs say, vultures

Soft pillow vs stones

But they are unformed in their true state

I am a leaf floating upward

And a circle forever whirling

I have lost some friends

Rise ascend and blare

This is the last topaz

Every hexagram is changing

A birds call splinters

From the fomented ones

A blackened singularity

In deranged sleep and hemlocks

Intoning the simorgh

And crouching in deer skin

Unto living

Have no doubts

Unto death

Just perfect nirvana

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Or fried dough as I know it. Home made beats confections, and honey. The little people here stand and deliver. Fly like Oklahoma rez mangs. The flourishes now here, now there.

Follow me to these last moments

I fade and forever fade

To the charms of every sunset

As poems and songs are warped out

Abiding for green kalpas

Awareness dies, and ressurects

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Plush subtle understated. A sepia glimpsings of now and then. Only the hauntology. Catchy earbugsz, and ascending descending strummingsz. Practice pop music like the wild slangsz

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Smoove creamy deft tones for the ultra 21st century etc and mastery of soul music. The heavy and the light and the blurp b00t. An immense forward looking immensity. Gleam in dudes eye as the song whirls. For the millionth note, onwards!

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Spacious phrasings, heads nodding to mantras. Nothing to believe, only fading away. Send golden karuna everywhere. And dig the urban wise ones as the world is nature.

Unfolding as it is, a blossomness

Tuning completely with the skies

Way of the deranged6nsz

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Shiningly chrystalline! Directly soaring! Angst becomes melody and hennas the very air and voicings. A lot of tidal beginnings that find pure expression. Rest heart, to you Sinead —

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Proto nerd dorks bless the mic and ears. What type of ill type ill arrangements and cadences can you become addicted too?! Just shine and sync with the utmost creative vein.

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Ultimately, ultimate. Husked voice flaring and folksy. Dance of the earworm. A rednecks delight. For the yearning and the plaintive.

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Protohiphop extravaganza rhymes n rhythms. As catchy as corona. The last folk song. Chorus, fiddles, etc… a rustic sing along.

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Exquisite song titling! Understated, subtle vocalizeds. Mellowness before you. Many songs of gold. Through all these years weightless on a chord. Again!

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Shoegazings in a stark black and white. Vocals entering half way through. The lostness of moods. Driving through riffs. And thoughts slowing — believe in healing guitars.

Post Malone — Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright (Bob Dylan cover)

Out of the morose before ones the tweaking of the accents and dialect. From Minnesota to Dallas and granders. Acoustic paragraphs of a folk obelisk. Let the tatted up speak!

Sinead O’Connor — War (Bob Marley cover)

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Direct and soaring, searing. From rasta philosopher to Irish mad one. The chills and repetitions. And the of shredding of orthodoxes and heterodoxes. Gone into brightness.

Bigger than suffering and happiness

Bigger than life and death

As infinity, unwavering

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Outside of pop and yet of it. All sing songy as the horns lined the walls of their soundsz. This is a makeshift indie dream labyrinth. Bored sweetness. And vocals floating on the floating journeyings. Pop song joy!

Unto the melodious ones

Third eye harmonies

And great waterfalls

God is watching the universe

In bored amazement

And so much light

Doubled ecstasies the

And infinite symphonies

By the svahas of zazensz

Be the trees and the sky

And the mind of basalt

Unity everywhere

Poetix apocalypse resuscitatesz

The cameo of UFOs

As patagonia falls

That riff is sidereal

From green everywheres

Let the cosmos, cosmos

That air of the gnostics

And xylophone callings

Vaporized by the deer