Category: gif

untitledrain ricochets where you once satmoon glows filling the emptinesswith fearall i can recall…

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rain ricochets where you once sat
moon glows filling the emptiness
with fear
all i can recall is the smell of burning
rubber, right after the the loud bang
when the clouds sang saddest song
and i woke up covered in their tears

i’m ice cold though i’m burning on the
inside life’s got me in a tight hold and
i’m twisting and turning but just fine
on the outside

ancient space programyou’re reading this on borrowed time ticking away –like the seconds…

ancient space program

you’re reading this
on borrowed time
ticking away –

like the seconds
before the falcon 9
lift off cementing the
privatization of space

from small heath
to wall street
we follow

to bases on the moon
funded by the shadows
and german occult
organizations

NASA is but a face
dictating the norms of  
corporate paradigms
and narratives

ever wonder why we
we never went back
to the moon?  (officially)

but this is nothing new

yet we still use fuel
backed by the dark
mercenaries of the
modern-day druids

but in the night
they utilize ancient
sites for dowsing rods
to indicate the center
intersection of ley lines

a sacred vortex of electro-
magnetic fields

to be harnessed for energy
abundant and free
like the plans
of ancient astronauts

what’s left of the high societies of
the past are nothing but destroyed
documents and orion myths of wars
in the sky between gods shortly before
we fell into the frozen dark

and watched a world rebuilt
with pieces of god’s broken heart.  

93this darkness knows no borderswe’re free as birds, if only our minds weren’t cages. we…

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this darkness knows no borders
we’re free as birds,
if only our minds weren’t cages.

we follow the path of heartless soldiers
see the earth
wrapped in scorching faces

why are the mornings so heavy?
the sun beams with indifference
watching us die as spiritual infants

untitledthere is no face but there isa tongue that gives orders filling the streets with men chased…

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there is no face but there is
a tongue that gives orders
filling the streets with
men chased by ghosts

secrets buried in unmarked graves
all traces of DNA wiped out of
existence scoped under
forensics microscopes

removed from evidence due to
breach of national security

locked behind the door
of the other-world

matters

for those who dared to knock on the door
for when it opened they were no more

a soldier tussles in thick grey mud as the
mist swallows him, gun fire tranquilizing
down with the last drop of god’s tear landing
on the picture his daughter before his mind
is hijacked by the duty call to obey the order
and leave his trails in flames

like another chord in the orchestra of death &
destruction, that which has paved the way to
what you perceive and believe

the shadow.

mysteries leave clues….  do you follow?

I am always in love.

I am always in love.

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vangoghdailygallery: The Brothel

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The Brothel

vangoghdailygallery: The Trinquetaille Bridge

vangoghdailygallery:

The Trinquetaille Bridge

vangoghdailygallery: The Gleize Bridge over t…

vangoghdailygallery:

The Gleize Bridge over the Vigueirat Canal

vangoghdailygallery: The Bridge at Trinquetai…

vangoghdailygallery:

The Bridge at Trinquetaille