Passing of the ages when only we seek warmth

Chances are the stars have come and gone
Dragons of lore have seen their days
but what we have left are the stories
Stories and buildings standing so high
Rock and stone tree and pebble
only the ones who live truly know
Only those who know truly live
who will seek the star
and find from what I seek in the truth above
Goddess of life, fertility, and summer
As you pass and winter takes its cold grasp
I ask that you guide those who are broken
Broken in bone and in mind to shelter food and warmth
For the forests are cold, the mountains even colder
But the cities of the world where man seeks only the death of nature
That is what the world sees now, so go out and make the world meek
Seek the pastures of green and flowers of may, for summer's time will soon come in only in name.

Back.

I'm in a troubled sleep.
Deep in thought yet restless as i switch from bed to couch
This is not my home i cry, yet oddly this is where i grew up yet not born into

Bells a ringing a deafening score. Minds of many minds for more.
I'm going deaf I scream into the black and blue walls of death that are my sleeping mind
It must be a call
turns out one from Josie Hall

Did i see a teal haired boy with reindeer antlers on today
Why yes, yes you did. i say

Caught in a rush, poets run towards me
I know who i am
as i dive deep into the rabbit hole once again.

Rawr for the rage!

I am living in a paradime
but how the seaons change this time
ive seen this all before, but not lost in summer's lore
now i live my dream with rainbows hardcore

Thoughts of many collect and score
Working together to find that fix for more
Need no rules yet bound to health
Looking for drugs or everlasting wealth

Be at peace for this is my mind
Love looking for love in this paradime
Universes expanding, folding, and more
The universe she is one big happy hardcore.

Between the thoughts that zen occupies

Is this conversation in my mind a mere simulation or can it bend my fabric of reality. Can the subjective world i create in my mind where i attune what i know about you into a form that is suppose to represent you accurate. I live in a world where my simulation awakens me to know that i have been here before. Daemon or druid matters not for we follow the ones with the longest horns.

Don't assume let what is created know that while it is a simulation know the mind has powers and what is leaked out may reflect badly or in a good way depending on what you build in the subjective(closed off) mind. Telepathy is real yet i find it a silly system. No ground rules and very rude way of getting what you want. Energy bubbles with though word action and reward are a better way of communicating rather then just bursting into peoples mind and stealing the information. Like the nurses at CamH do. ]:/

Perhaps this simulation must have a check to see if it truly is running properly a vision or vibe must be felt from the person you are talking to. Doctors have fancy words like scizoaffective i like the thought of a shared Mind. And a bubble system around yourself and your team. A reflection bubble must be put in place to protect the core of the group or the just one magic user. Eventually the bubble can add on other bubbles and more groups join grouop yets they can split off when the reflection is up. This minds do not even need to know about how this magic is working. It can be seen through behaviour and mood. For example when my bubble is burst it releases all my energy and stops it fromcoming back to me where i can collect and organize my thoughts in a meaningful way. Rather im left spending all my energy to everyone or my money to everyone and not being able to take care of myself. While i do work with 2 other wizards we have never had true communication on this plane about it. Is that bad or is it good? Hard to know we live sorta far away from eachother.

Owl is watching

The games between the prey
Dance and flow as they may
Owl watches with wings of green and pink
Never to far to hunt yet to far to shrink

In cold shadows of night yet still
That only which we understand we kill
Owl catches either or mouse or rabbit this night
Shade please take me away from this fright

Troning of Ian

Ian has a very open mind. He does not know all, but that which he is allowed to know he understands through vibe, picture, and sound. When Ian would do drugs and if he would feel a bad effect there would always seem to be a guiding light, or some kind of source, some flow of energy that Ian would understand to be the truth behind the trip. When Ian was younger and first starting to explore his mind with psychdelics Ian had very few negative effects(other then being lost witho...ut his glasses constantly calling out for Craig (lolz rave family joke)) rarely would ian have a bad trip with psychedlics for there always seemed to be this truth behind the trip this knowledge that his mind had changed and that he would view the world differently. It would seem to him like some kind of secret group of minds focusing on what needs to change to allow for a more peaceful state of mind. The mouse would listen and wait looking for that nice treasure in all its cheesy delight. Now this is different from stimulant drugs and loud music with alot of energy which would lead to a colourful bunny radiating out energy and projecting indigo though his crown chackra while a complex and misunderstood root chakra screamed for attention. This state of mind is better left in the woods or in a park where the trees concrete and stones can store his energy for the world to heal and project further rainbows to the worlds in his mind and for those who accept the rainbow of thought in all of its shades its colours and its neon brightness. ~~ Tron Kretz's thoughts.~~

Crack the neck the fingers and spine

Thoughts are many and true in kind with only chance and merry both entwined. Logic has failed and names are gone with what we have made no man shall undo. Pockets in time and trust have failed. Death has failed., God has failed. Fucking passages of the only trust that was built. Screaming now again into the chaos of this white pages as magic becomes mania and memories are hell.

Changes and chances coffee and weed love that lost ones retards and crazies. Don't fuck, make love, have sex, or release your a dumb little bunny and i will kill you myself when i am ready.

I die at 145 loved and well.

The lich lord is not me unless i learn for to make myself undead would be a test of true character. Perhaps the more insane i become the more i try to make the ones i love hurt. They worry they hurt themselves and they try to die. However i do not want this. I want to be free with them. To climb trees, pick flowers, and gather food for winter. Hardship is many the load has to carry. Sex is for them, and i am apart of them. I am the male the true male. I am the divine female yet Odin in mind. I have both eyes, and a naughty poll too. I hate retards, i love the crazies. Wild eyed rabbits mice and frogs.

Do what you want with me I am a slave to your voices. I know you will not hurt me to much if i listen and if i am good. I provide for myself yet i do not. I care for myself yet i do not. I laugh with myself yet i do not.

People think im joking people think im farting a grand jest that this is ALL SOME FUICKING GAME TO PLAY IN MY FUCKING MIND. THAT I AM JUST SOME PURPLE FUCKING PAWN TO DESTROY IN THE WILL OF MINDS..... and perhaps I am perhaps i try to understand more then what i am suppose to do.... just a pawn crying for the knight to come save me.

Chances are i'll suck a dick sometime in my life. She did for me when she said she would wait. We faught we cried and we stayed together a bit longer. Love it tries the hardest to stay the longest she can. But if you have read my stories.. we have... then you know? Love is a goddess and she is gone... we but can remake her... i know you have tried.... do you accept her... i do.... then you are married to Love... but does she love her creation or am i the God i think i am?..... you are not the god you think you are.... you are Odin with both eyes not the hanging man.... yet the wanderer.... but i do not wander far from Ontario... for they love me... for they provide for me... trust in the voices Ian, Tron, Mouse, Bongoman.

TORONTO MOTHER THAT IS WHERE I STAY. YOUR NOT SOME FUCKING DOG IAN YOU ARE A FUCKING HUMAN BEING. NO I am my mind.

My body is theirs they and them. My mind is ours steph andrew and lori. Ian is long dead as mother wails yet she does not accept my new name for truly this insane genius of magic and illusion staff and wand... fuck off you stupid bitch! I do not want you here... then leave... BUT I CANT.... then jump out of a window... fucking die in a fire mother... what mother.... the one mother .... i shall not name her for she shall cry..... there i warned you... yeah but it was at the end of the thing.. who fucking cares... i wrote... if you want better quality i need better caffine.