a sham rock for your troubles
a crock of G old
at the end of the rain bows ...

cult ure all un-fair war of bubbles
a People once b old
now tamed by the TV shows

intelligence turned against our selves
an itch that got under our skin
in visible fear of our kin

shielding and bubbling, staying at home
masking these fears by doing what we're told
"all in it together" take comfort in no-hugs

i'm a bit gob-smacked by how the weeks are flying by ... feeling the need to dig deeper and write n record some words of inspiration, build a website, start shouting from the rooftops more than whisper on the winds

i been a hermit of sorts for a long time now ...

getting over my mythic issues with rejection

from-and-to The World,

a feeling of exile and destiny

in some ancient war being waged by mortal mind ...

seeking to un-mask the madness, now made utterly manifest

and un-deniably visible by the covid conumdrum

an invisible enemy

lying beneath the surface tensions

"face the truth" / "mask the truth"

alien ideas implanted and being un-earthed,
subconscious memories rising with the Tide,
riding the-motions of turmoil

like i say, I'm gob-smacked

alien nation alienating real-life

beliefs are the nails of our coffins

stratasphere of the mental realms

stratas of fears layered like a chemtrailed sky

the colors of the rain bows separating

the Red at war with the Violet
swing-voters in between

i'm fighting my way out of my own plastic-bag
we're all guily of consuming The Lie
just another sweet-wrapper in the street
just another gift-wrapped-consumer
lost at sea in the ocean of humanity

the mortal mind, groomed at school
generations of iterations of The Lie

snakes in the grasses
the temptations of technologies Apple

mythology is the oldest of languages

we are Adam and Eve still
exiled and out-numbered
by shadows that peak the darkness
seeping through the corners of our eyes

nano-scale invisible enemy
an energy that seeks the vulnerable
and whispers paranoia in our ears
Life constrained by fears

I'm cosmic
an exile from mundane Society
attempting to Live in sobriety
attempting to not-live in The Lie

Over-thinking over-standing over-tones
Oberon over-lighting the Dream-time
floating through the Veils
waiting in ambush
feeling that these "things" must be felt

Humanity must question its wealth
Humanity must question its health

Hopes and fears - each tied to the "future" tense

pushed by the "past"

The Mortal-Mind exiled from "The Moment"

Veiled

The dream-time at odds with the Waking-World

The insanity of vanity in the Mirror-Worlds

We took for granted

We take for granted

limited-freedom - a conformity of opposites

an inner and an outer "world" mis-matching

Limited understanding of Mind-controlled

The ever-expanding MinD of potential
is yet limited by itself
layered in Veils of reality

choose sides

or else

become

W hole

.:.

self-limiting thought-forms

bubbles of awareness

boundaries

conflicting concepts

erroneous solutions

deathly conclusions

afraid to admit the errors

Like Adam and Eve we've
lost our innocence
our inner-sense

yet -

"only the Lost can ever-be Found"

Make-Up - your own MinD
Wake Up
Make-up - artists
Wake Up
Make-Up - rekindle friendships
Wake Up
Make-Up - reach out and let in
Wake Up
Make-Up - and remember
Wake Up
Make-Up - for give our innocence

A mask is a personality-self-portrait

A representation where inner meets outer skin

But in Truth what does a "medical mask"

re-pre-sent to you ?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HF0gouQuMQM