EARTH PITCH records.

Alone, In heaven’s house Blue moon dream stuff echoes In and around Pleiades’ blossoms Blooming, eclipsing towers Climbing higher up Thee alchemical canopy towards Kether immaculate Innumerable Banyan branches Bustling, we’ll climb to its top Where there’s no ground to hold us up Just loving on luminous antimatter Universal Time opened wide Only to soar down as does an ivory dove Longing to cross…

St Thomas aquinas squints at the time Awake in contemplation in his convent  Peering past concept into totality  A holy fool utilizing reason to dispel reason  Any hour we can be a guest at the Lord’s supper  Our host only as sorrowful as our longing to be filled with the ecstasy of light  Offered unto us by blue sky, black night  St. Thomas yawns and rests his vision  Exhausted from encompassing…

No Body says :  When I try to write, I disservice the glory of not-knowing  Each face so full of beauty — Grey morning  Tender earth My lover’s wide eyes  All is smiling, turning  Towards pure expression He whispers to her:  When I paint, All colours come dripping  From sky to fingertip, Ultramarine drowned downwards Into growing green Fingertip obscured Against beating heart  A swirling vortex …

Subtle sounds resonate throughout my house Pitter-patter goes whispers of furlong desires along a warm hallway Heavy breaths by the hundreds coagulate elastic vessels through eternity pulsating upon ether ocean  Outside in our yard  mist caresses earth’s breast The green lemon tree stiffens while fleshly tulips blossom Swaying up to strain towards ecstasy Fades off and out above  Stardust tongue…

You’ve Been So Appealing

Hello, Deep mirror of my heart. Source, Growth, Upeksha. Gently you sing, Smrti; Awakened beating, Karuna breathing. Compassion, I know that you are here, And that makes me happy.   Art and Writing by Ang.

Broken temples withered down by ages Past, Dead, and Gone. Monuments of reconstruction, to revise what once was not what it could have been, to condition the milieu with shimmering false theoria – cast-off for ages Past, Dead, and Gone. A floating haze remembering all that’s been forgotten, lingering above the towers, we, affright within shadows of arctic suburbia// Evermore we run to the hills…

The final abyss. Tongues moving slowly across the narcissus of this age, Clutching rare emotions taking the shape of unthinkable dreams. Outward facing palms viewing the coffins loaded with Earth, Pursing light in the cemetery dusk. Desire full of poison, Lifting the receiver to torture the past. A moving finale. The descent to the illimitable shade void. conlatio by: Ang

Battery acid inside my chest flowing with emotions stronger than the rest Panicking at night shuffling sheets if my mind won’t stop i’m never goin to sleep Waiting for a moment existing without a care living in a vessel i didn’t choose to wear Thrills will only kill me what if i want to die? looking for some comfort but only getting high by: MCS

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