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a harvesting spin for dreamers - shamanka - 09-23-2016
will be taking place 23/ 24/25 of september 2016
reap your harvest, thrash the wheat from the chaff, recapitulate and enjoy the spin. This thread is for those who wish to post there experiences during this time. Power is for the beckoning, in the eddies of intent..let it commence...
Shamanka xx
a harvesting spin for dreamers - Billy - 09-25-2016
The indulgence of profane, irreverant Billy is rewarding and joyful. Billy's intentions have the right balance of structure and fluidity. After the height of manifested vulgarity, he was unconsciously drawn to the most magnificent recapitualation of all times---> he happened upon his boyhood environs.. he unwittingly occupied the precise space where a repetitive boy's dream demonstrated he was meaningless. Then a pronounced cogent reflection placed all he ever was (is) into a hollow shell, and it was still completely empty. SMILE
[Shamanka, I know you can understand what a gift that was.. nice, heh]
a harvesting spin for dreamers - Billy - 09-25-2016
a harvesting spin for dreamers - Billy - 09-25-2016
Dust & Cloud Sleepthief, Phildel
How silent are your saints?
The lights are on,
Oh I have waited at these gates
For far too long,
Been running and running,
Away from my soul,
Though there's nothing coming, coming,
To carry me home...
In silence, the here and now,
I was your guardian, reaching out,
Oh and inside your head,
I'm here for now...
And everything you left,
Is dust and cloud...
If you were the night,
I'd be the sunlight,
We'd pass like ships through the sky,
Away
But the stars align,
And no union binds,
Leaving no sign of change,
And the silence, the silence,
Filling your heart,
Nothing like silence,
To tear you apart,
In silence, the here and now,
I was your guardian,
Reaching out,
Oh and inside your head,
I'm here for now
And everything you left
Is dust and cloud...
But you can't blame the moonlight,
I'm just deceiving you
It's dark on the inside,
Show me the meaning,
You can't blame the moonlight,
I'm just deceiving you,
It's dark on the inside,
Show me the meaning,
Of...
Here and now,
I was your guardian reaching out,
Oh and inside your head,
I'm here for now,
And everything you left
Is dust and cloud.
a harvesting spin for dreamers - rosygyro - 10-05-2016
Oblivious that is I, obvious for the life of a sobbing lie!
Veraciously I plea , knelt down on one knee, as the grimacing grace of my distorted face, contrary to that of glee. Shall now and from now forever be, a never-ending cry!....Anticipating that is not I,I anticipate,
I anticipate for death!
My hope is to die!I'll pass and be forgotten with the rest, I see no purpose for I!But the purpose for I to die! My life's a lie I veil
Only soon I await to weep-- goodbye
For I shall not prevail,But take my soul beyond the depths of Seoul and die!
Before my 18th date of birth ,I will commit the lie,
The melancholy sorrowful suicide! leaving many asunder from my blunder, while they wonder a wondering why!Whilst my life, a life of no worth
Shall rest bestowed my doubtful soul while I shriek and die!
a harvesting spin for dreamers - Guest - 08-21-2019