the path to enlightenment

your mind is like a playground that i may enter through your eyes.

your lips are divine as god himself.

your hair is the woman of you. gold silk i stroke.

your neck is a place my lips love to travel.
i wish to land a kiss just therethat might be able to express my bliss just so.

when we play, you strip me of my dour edge.
you were quite right to demand a shift of my attitude
after i nearly decked the bouncer with a blow from behind my cape.

you have actualized my dreams of third eye communication
my aquarian sister, you’ve turned my speculative visions into earthen reality
already i care about you as if i have loved you for years,
and your pleasure is my happiness.

you are silly, sexy, sweet and so sublime
i must touch you, more, with my nose
with my cheek,
with my breath on your chest.

i must cry with you more, let you know how soft this heart is
i will hoist you and carry you into the wind.
i have a chariot made of eagle feathers and
the licks of puppy dogs.

at least once a summer,
i will lay with you in grassy fields
chewing on hay like a carefree country boy.

this joy that emerges through all these layers of armor

breaks open the words in an epic novel.
the truth has been spoken:

she came from Calgary
and she drugs me with tea blends at bedtime.

evolution, love

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i want language to flow
like rivers abundant
i want to hear words spoken
gently

i want to feel the imagery in thought
and i want you to speak that to me

i want love and communication to be synonymous
language as a carrier

i want poetry free yet focussed
letters to transcend by

on beyond: i want to explore communicating in multiple modes concurrently
including, but not limited, to:

1. dance and conversation
2. barely-liminal political activation codes in widely-popular music
3. hand drumming within vocal conversations
4. the harmonizing of ectoplasmic fields (intentional dance)
5. giving melody to the righteous word

and then i want all of us to speak with each other through that point –
that point above where our eyebrows meet

and then again we will speak with our voices
and write with our hands
for the simple beauty of it.

evolution

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gratitude for the space, people, and music.

gratitude for the focus and determination of this culture

deep thanks to the people outside
when i went through my metamorphosis

and somehow stayed unscathed.

gratitude for the visuals and their unifying effect

gratitude for the splicey beats

and the centronix of sound

gratitude
for the couple who gifted me with herbal delights

gratitude for the masseuse, the crystal grid power station, the decoristas and the decor divine

oh, what a night when

kisses are made
only slightly surreptitiously

and a goddess blesses thee with 2 lbs of organic choloate.

how it is, how it is!
the Gaian principle and the cosmic sky.

evolution, extraterrestrials

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time has eroded the layers which separate me from my past

it may be called it the exposure of old wounds
but i would prefer to say, the return to where i am;

in this deep place, there is no struggle
even though there is pain

and that is the difference between where i was so many years ago and where i am now.

once where i struggled, now i accept.

my joy, in any case, is deeper than my circumstance.

i know now, my purpose is lived in every moment

and though i am as a prophet unfulfilled,
i am also as a god complete.

creator, upon high,

let wisdom guide my heart
through these ancient issues re-surfaced.

darkness, evolution, love

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the biggest challenges ever
are wrought within my mind

the rocks laid before me
come from behind

this emphasis to release and let go
is more than new age hype (you know)

we’ve challenged the status quo
and now the time is ripe

to challenge ourselves within
engage the intuition

let the battles fall afoul
the mind expands, the truth is now.

evolution, revolution

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watch it, don’t read it: video.google.ca/videoplay

Tongue

the chiddle chuddle of the chungling churning choo choo train chat
came chugga lugging o’er mateon dorning me a mackle hat.

put finger to brim and with sniggle and sim
re-arranged the potions of lingustical vat

leolizing empathizing me a motion veer vum
so came the diction of the upwoven sum

expanding ze brainz to meet da wizzain
evolution of soullular cellular start

dropping the memes which no longer serve
like flies upon petals logic unwerved

whomever took themselves so seriously?
i swear it wasn’t me, wasn’t me

roto tracktle clia macktle oh my goodness did you hear that?
spok’em mok’em stole the socks of the conceited brats
threw ‘em in the pool made ‘em swim
do you think spok’em mok’em was right, in the light, would you trust him?

now, mia monger, she was stronger than the whole pack of boys
when they ran at her so advanced canter untwiddled their toys

unrolling like string them balls landed at her feet
she stamped on them, camped on them, tha truth was replete

ma ma motion, pa pa potion, daughter of the storm
the son of the sun and the kids in the dorm

the digital, digital, digital DANG
reciprocal syplical trypical TANG

ooooooh me oh my, oh mung o BEAN
ooooooh hello pies, oh tongue o WEEN

comblatily spokadely spokumdely RUM
quickly go get me a crypto umBLUM

kia matrix space atrix ting rumpelly ROO
do you know what to do, do you know how I love you?

and that, my friends, is my signing word
love and linguistics spoken and heard

evolution, lightness

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constrictions, tensions, blockades in the flow
owies, cabowies, i’m trying to let go

fear is peppered in these parts of my heart
i’m trying to trust, i’m trying to trust

goose pimples sprinkled like golf ball dimples
this fear, this fear,
i try to erase

i can feel them now, regarding me as baggage
like in this dark zone i fear to grow old and haggard

like my truck breaking down on the highway road
from a prince unkissed i revert to a toad

so KISS ME my friends so that i may stay bright
and illuminate my worries in the still of the night

your love is not fodder for my struggle
but a gentle embrace, a much-needed huddle

if you see my weaknesses, please love me even more
because i need to share them with you, keep open the door

the passage of my fearful restrain
i’m finding involves considerable heart pain

but you know what’s the hardest part of this whole struggle and game?
it’s the thought that by sharing my struggle, your faith will wane.

but rather if you will when you see me in need
provision me with teacups and buttercups and throw me a lead

to the knowledge which inspires you and the vision you love
show me the heart of black-feathered dove

in these times i find that my ego is weakening
and my heart apparatus is slightly tweaking

at the loss of it all, the loss of the game
and yet despite it all, it remains the same:

love is forever, love is deep
love fills the day as love fills our sleep

though my heart is bruised
and the soul feels used

i commit to the path of forgiveness and faith
i commit to the path, i commit

and i know that my words are struggles as well
i know that despite my efforts of story to tell

that only some reach your ears
the way oft unclear

but i’m entrusting this process to transmute the valley
over the cobblestones and into the alley

i’m sharing my weakness as a matter of savvy
don’t you know? i’m learning to let go.

i’m asking for your soft hand to sooth my jitterbug heart
touch my fear with your finger, and the pain breaks apart

touch my fear with your tongue,

hug me for over one minute,

tell me it’s okay to cry.

accept my sorrow –

these things will help me move on.

i love you too, my friend, and i welcome your imperfections.
like the woman that crashed into my truck last night, reversed into it without knowing it was there.
it made me feel better

my closest connections these days are with light beings in need
the penguins huddle, the cosmic seed.

i know in proximity sometimes for a moment my energy may feel bad
i realize sometimes i’m a very unattractive lad

with outstretched arms, like a street beggar
i sometimes feel need, i sometimes feel need

and i know how pathetic the call of “love me!” can sound
but still at this point you’re around

reading my call, suspending my fall
supporting my base as my spine becomes tall

not to be underestimated, compassion for all
tthe tickle and trickle of love’s ancient call

darkness, evolution, love

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illitical cremenshen
wittical dimension
suspended erretical apprehension
realaxational maximational

for;
newfound interaktshens
discarding de dollar distraktshens

-=the COllektive aWAKEhenning=-

many of us long ago embarck’ed on this journey — long, long embarck’ed
but NOW
iS TRUELY the TIME/thyme

the herbs have filled us as we’ve received (ReeeCscEEE;ved)

and now, filled with her bounty,
we bow our heads, of and in respect to SHE
mother glory, gaia wizzzzzDOM
(heR crystal ecscense is ouR soul)

so flows the feminine nurturance,
conviction to love

and then we have

you eff Ologoy
the dissolution of hegemony

observe the crop circles!
myth spawns in many shades, with an abundance of style, and with a keen appreciation for beauty.

and that my friends, is my true voice. and this is a true moment.

relaxxxxxx
the vortexxxxxt is heeeeear
to assist us

evolution, extraterrestrials

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our dance floor energy is cohering
our nerve endings, atuning

(on the dancefloor we)
first generate, then harness, airborne energy to
(transmit thought)

dance as
consciousness transference

adding to dance, concurrent speech, concurrent touch for intermodality

(generating)
intelligence and compassion.

Cast off not what i say as trivial,
these words should be taken as literal.

for the vibration we have raised demands perfection in every way

and only through our purification
can we pass through the pinhole.

Now is even a better time than yesterday
to take up your role as activator
and deepen your strategy for the awakening,

BRIDGE your Zen mind with these Western rituals.

Agent of change, your heart is emblazoned like a fire spinner

by the river

in clarity night.

Regarding the mechanix, consider that
when we upgrade computers, the data remains intact,
even as the very matter through which that data exists
transforms entirely.

(the organic operative meets the digital meme)

thus like colourful twisted wire
swathed in our newly-generated currency
we ignite our ends

upward mobility, it’s a 52,000-year plan.
With thanks to the Maya.

evolution, extraterrestrials

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layers and layers and layers of life
many years lived
and many more still

as I get get older,
etchings on a karmic scale
wrinkles now, and a weathered face

my first grey chest hair
perfectly centered at my heart,
so said She.

She. How many have said to me
that She and me make a great couple

and this is true

and the grey hairs could grow to many
with Her

inside, though, a rebellious spirit:

i cannot settle
i will not settle
until i can settle
a score

which has everything to do with me,
and everything to do with a world
both personal and political
because i take revolution as seriously
as i take my personal evolution

i watch my grey hairs grow
and the wrinkles i don’t mind when they’re formed from my smile

but the aching muscles,
and the baggy eyes
like i’m turning 65 –
gotta let that go

for sure, time is moving fast and
i’m rather lost on this carousel.

anyone that tells me or acts like they aren’t lost,
as if they’ve got a grasp
generally appears to me to be either over-confident, or willfully ignorant,

or blindly ignorant, like a stock marketeer in 1929

so much over-confidence in this world,
that i find it funny when people find me meek
when in my mind, i’ve just met our maker
ahead of the others

and with this maker i’m making plans
working on the long-term vision
perhaps however at some cost to my youth,

cause it ain’t easy to hang with the reaper.

so what’s the formula again?
two parts wisdom one part youth?

i feel like an alchemist that created a new potion
self-administered at age 18 for testing purposes,
dosed myself up,
and i finally just finished peaking
you’re reading my observations

I’m Shiraz S. Thomson

in 6 years i’ll write the conclusion.
just at the end of this merry illusion.

see you there, my love, see you there!

evolution, love, revolution

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ayahuasca found me,

bolivian stylez

i wanted to sing songs for the ayahuasca plants, happy cheery songs.
i wanted to write poems about ayahuasca.

for now, a blog entry

the do:sage was low (less fortunately)
but oh so healing

embedded as the experience was,
in an ancient ritualized context

i felt so extremely grateful to be there,

to be here.

i learned of myself,

and felt my own pain,
allowed it to be,

and now, a sort of tingling at upper resonances in my heart.

healing, re:membering, re:exploring
smiling at my own inner-femininity

invoking the goddess within me.

the ceremony did not take me for a trip per se — rather, it enabled
me to bring my awareness, acutely, to different areas of my experience
in this life. my mind ceased operating according to program and began
operating in accordance with my soul. i still feel kinda silly using
the word ‘healing’, but come to think about it — that’s what i did. my
poor lil’ heart couldnt’a been happier!

blessings to you on this day

evolution, nature

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la lune
synchronic embryonic atuner
offers quiet lessons
collective reflexions

13 moons on the annum
time to stuff the cranium
download the ancient calendrix

applying new tyme systems
new sounds and new rhymes

with the third eye flexed
the terrain’s more complex
yet the path ever clearer

as the day draws nearer

on a clear night
and through the clouds alike,
the moon.

evolution, nature

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you knew it from the start,
like the patterns in the stars –
these are tests for the heart.

and though the day of judgement
is frought with misunderstanding
it rings a truth eternal:

the heart that beats in your stride
an attempt to heal, to open wide
this is love greater than pride

indeed that day will come
where you lay down your sword and bow to One
and let your sorrows come undone

these are tests for the heart
and when your Will feels torn apart
let your mind restart

(indeed it’s time for us)
to reboot the situation
if this world is any indication

and while it’s true we’ve gotten somewhere
it’s safe to say we’ve yet to bear
the scent of the purest air

these are tests for the heart, indeed
a growing love, a growing need.

this is our journey into truth
living love and tasting fruit
to learn that struggle is moot

and suddenly, what will appear –
is that the scape of God so near?
come to judge or set us clear?

oh my glory, lord have mercy
i tried my best, i’ve fought the worst
and here i am in nature’s herse

i’ve known it from the start my friend
the lord to guide me, my soul to tend
with this truth, i know no end.

evolution

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