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Originally posted by Xisdence
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fabric of necternal sperical exisdence consumes sane minds throguh 5th dimension and subconscious control *
strips of matter plague thee, seperate hoyl prison from trapped mind.......free one day spirirts of a god......liberated by will.....linked by ones good intention *
will the teminuation come......life lives to a peak..decisions made by all to make eternal habitat....being is truly loved at this stage......rest in happiness people of life *
transcript written in thought......stored in the astral........a fourth dimension may see thy readings...but not banish them...for these words are here....stored by hearts of the plane....secrets of imaginations
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wavelength representation supporting pupils view...souls objectual outlet *
blinded by constructions noise, misinterpreted through creative tongues but never captured unless written in astral *
floats in world becoming lactic in tissue.......fibres undone by chemicle nature and energy transferred into new life.......cycle complete and mouths rejoice as wishes become the movement of intent and goodwill *
science matches physical nature........hands shake with primitive travel but never does the rich person create natural wavelengths
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materializing to lesser density.....my blood breaks the chains of the team.....linking with a pulsating oil and granting hatred to heart.....all in unision raging energy for the mind... *
freedom lost to indecision, possibility of choice taken from thy holder and giver....fate halting corrosion of free will.......eruption bringing birth to primitive chemicals.....body and soul out of control *
my anger rages.......twitch thy tools of broadness.......glimpses of end flash vision......great rotation spins away, night lost to histories hunger....minds weakness
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conscience awakening.........exisdence effect spoken by those who contract split limbs *
sides emerge from difference to complete vision as the concept sleeps on scales of truth *
burning is the belief of baby rolled over in time.........behind the atmospheric filters statue lies answers to minds questions *
grouped matter settles in future grounds..........being occupies present so worthlessness of issue resolves the maze
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smiths edge strikes anothers stance...sending waves to ripple in the ears of great minds *
alust the plains of blood grow apon sinners seed...sowed by innocent creator to watch thy birth of being hunger power *
does the concept link with a mirrored thought........diving through gravity to touch ones red fortress.....justify belief on the mind of infant creator *
settling in sun tribe soaks redemption.........only burn in misled beliefs on faithfulk wagers.....true origins of energy birth sphere the village of ones own........lively historic parts blow in the wind........meaning of battle defeats battlers........smith glows on edge
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thy stable elements link arms.....creating scales that do not sway *
gods rumble throughout the clouds , sending messages throughout lands animals to magnetize shelter *
as elements fall still linked in union, gravities hunger draws them nearer to seperation *
countless breaks send storms children amist the air, waves of them plowing the great earth to reveal emotions weather *
heartbeet slows looking through fused sand apon the elements wargrounds, relaxed behing minds chemicals
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Mistake ticks life into new direction, rising life thoughts balance on suicidal blade *
souls decision blows pupils into disbelief proposing death coming before life *
chains rust apon my expanding limbs, thy movement guarded by legal technologies set by those who analyze mindless tables *
rising energy sets attraction to gods of east, proposing rebirth without mother, but lost family *
risks roulette pump through divine anger, manipulated by conscence to snap thy chains, set free life to jump the que *
the moons frustration vents deathly auras, punishment wakes from its unholy slumber
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Canyon forms the edge of earth's dying lungs *
Catalyctic Neurons rise in unity to solve thy puzzle *
Attacking, burning pulsing heads electricity burns through channels, controlling irriversable lactic extensions *
kings game governs minds agony, agression in the unity of satisfaction and power of fullfilment *
tectonic pieces obey physical tradition, moving to link creators image..... canyons link arms to form thy plain *
Creations death prompted minds puzzle, trafficed through habitation to reach home of carriers soul......wherest journey into re-birth begun *
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UN-CODED OR IN SIMPLE VIEW *
\"Canyon forms the edge of earths dying lungs\" means that its an edge of a puzzle piece...extremely closely viewed so it can represend a canyon face, which is made of cardboard and in turn made mostly from wood hence trees are the earths lungs and are slowly being cut down..so dying *
\"Catalyctic neurons rise in unity to solve thy puzzle\" means that reactiong neurons in the brain which may be responsible for alot of thought process and associated functions are all formed together to process functions and thoughts thus they are rinsing in unity...........the solve thy puzzle part is basically describing the brain in general attempting to put together a normal puzzle.... *
the rest of the RANDOM above can be just left as is
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twins in neptune stir the traffic in the modern mammals mind *
carrying the timeline of linear days goes the colony oblivious to the twins actions *
contributing to a hungry conscience the one seeks working fullfillment *
matching pairs break leeking erratic chemicals *
through the curves of technology and the work of a thousand trees the mammal tastes the twins actions *
This is the life of today
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the Astral Planes energy ripples as a new thought is born *
Limbs mirror heavy windows that open the sad mind to the sun's challenges *
Thy one carries burden's, 360 degrees of universal shift onset home's resting grounds *
Mammal's water carried by angered God's sails in unison, hacking away at the sunlights shelter *
newborn learns the way of the self, more wiser, more pleasant
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New thought's spur the momentum of 'who will reach it first' *
Human sucess spreads everywhere, spericle like a virus, in little boxes *
Older cells watch newborn cells, a generation reflects off the shiny housing of the little boxes *
Shifting past the flat ocean of living carbon lies the arm of time *
It defies and begins to shake, opposed to reason *
New eyes scout thy realm for the new continuem *
The virus, more complex, is manipulated by a learner's hands *
Shaking electrons bully the virus, only to become more efficient, to go home *
Music, videos, games,..........the virus has no smile
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In the presence of no-blood family my senses become alive *
Society blares waves of vision at me, faster than sound but truly sharper than that with no length depth *
Letters, numbers, they dictate our knowledge of the year 2004 *
The sun hiding in the mountains, is filled with fear as the cold people move in *
Him and I leave the human fuel place, heading into a living memory that starts the memories fire *
Passion , greeve, lonyness and joy mix to become one feeling, as we walk towards the saviour of limbs *
The sky, a mirror of my soul, shows strangers how i feel *
Origin of lives, shadow past oblivious to being, too concealed in suppressed fear to realize the bond isn't the slave of physics *
Worries no more, thousands of irrational bumbs spin past electrons, filling the gap i had that night *
Keys set, history burning, it's time to go home *
\"Sunday night going to the shops, going to watch a movie, then going home\"
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***** Not Random ***** *
Kiss *
That georgous smile, reflecting my love *
Striding flawlessly through my soul *
Is the woman who came but not from above *
To fill our lives,to make that passion whole *
***** RANDOM ***** *
An eggs width gives birth to the sight of an artificial shadow *
Turbines thunder on the fuel of life as the real shade turns *
From stalks of plants in two different fields *
The lights stand next to each other, soulless and cold *
Strings in gold, party harder than the ice of night, but still no water *
Opposite is on and objective existence flames vision through two possibilities *
Genetic chance impairs the twins *
They fight for dominance, evolve to thrive in life *
No meaning, lifeless history feeds on the futures organism *
Of which no soul encounters, this made into a meaning not intended purpose for *
Chaos is on the chase *
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What does the above post mean, translated= *
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An eggs width gives birth to the sight of an artificial shadow *
When i was in my room the sunlight coming through my blinds was going through to the side of my bedroom door. A shadow was cast parallel onto the wall next to my door, it was about the width of a standard egg. I named it an 'eggs width' as it was associated with life (sunlight). Artificial shadow was because the shadow was formed from a man made object. *
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Turbines thunder on the fuel of life as the real shade turns
This symbolizes me turning on my bedroom light, casting light slightly over the shadow. This light is created from turbines, which generate electricity, powered by gas/oil, which can be created from compressed organic material over many years. These turbines then use life, to run. By saying, “the real shade” turns, this is the shadow cast form the sunlight, becoming fainter as it now is lit up by the bedroom light. *
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From stalks of plants in two different fields
Both in essence forms of energy, they are both light, so both from the same field. Yet both produced by very different means, so i showed this by associating them with plants, and they're different forms *
The rest follows a similar matter of interpretation and perception.
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The communicational waves of sound race through my head *
Emotions fuel mixed feelings inside the audio/visual centres of my mind *
Contracting fibres eat the organic materials of the physical *
They contract in rythm to the technology, and downfall of today's society *
Not in reflection of purpose, but in shadow of time *
Thinking adjacently to the origins of now my being resonates *
Frequency's not of the scientific but of thought itself *
Parralel to stationary matter in moving time, mind wanders to the depths of questions *
Crossraods of new questions grow over one another *
This is the blur of all matter and opposition *
The never ending sunrise that gave birth this morning, died in my memory back in time
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Corroded like a mountain not by God's winds sits the fabric of man *
Futuristic and sharp it tells a story shorter than any book *
Electrons dance happily off it's surface into the depths of eyes *
Robbed from a rainbow the colors die, buried by the waste of society *
Once carrying the remains of the dirty animal it feeds the hunger of the present *
Consumed, profiting the artists of teeth *
Pocketing the new generations fab *
In reality, ugly representation of natures way's
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*****NOT RANDOM***** *
Dreamviews came and dreamviews died *
Dreaming and talking in the family we are *
Raised and blessed, many of us cried *
But never did our lifeboat drift afar *
Dreaming in sync, Ld4all gave us a home *
Jeff and others welcoming the members *
In desperate despair i wanted Ice, to tell of my grief and being alone *
Soon it was warm talking of dreaming, by the fire amongst it' embers *
Back again and were all here *
Sensless rains king throughout the site *
But i love our big house, so void of fear *
You can ignore dreaming, and post crap all night *
Tears have dried and eyes are clear *
Grief is overcome with a feeling of joy *
It's back to the grinding pit with all the noobs, how i fear *
But you can still trick them and have a toy *
Back on the lounge im off to post *
About life's problems and random crap *
Only it's about Dreamviews that i love the most *
That i can create a fantasy during the night, or in any nap *
Lucid Dreaming
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Stalking the sunrise from valley's below, souls glide through chill air *
Dew from fresh grass saps they're thirst, clear and pure it reflects beauty *
Deep blue eyes race through the darkness across the lands of nature *
Through yourself they enter the pure white light, carried by angel's from heaven *
Not by angels with wings, only from those that thirst love and banish fear, the darkest of days *
Perfect hands grip the waist from behind, sliding faces as the sun rises up over the horizon *
Views only imagined by the hope that lies in a victim of death, views so beautiful even babies stop crying to see *
Emptying the valley of shadows the warmth carries a breeze of crashing waves, from beaches amongst the land *
Sitting, watching, birds dance amongst the fish *
Still holding, in the arms of each other, the souls feel the ocean, the sounds that can only be heard when inside *
The colors not from the rainbow, but from the god's of the sea *
They smile not with a face, but with a gentle breeze that picks up the tiny specks of sands across the shore *
Running from each other, they glide oblivious to the presence of society *
Through the air the souls sail *
Bound by the laws that hold them, but chained only by the barriers of they're hearts *
Carelessly drifting way, watching until only the water washes up ashore
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Ancient techniques carried into reality by stonemasons and pavers alike *
Profits off history beg art to thy window *
Bright rays eat away at the shadow's, drawing nearer *
Filling the cold water with life and appetising the plants hunger for growth *
The adopted palms sway in the breeze, the fumes of angels *
An irrational clay monk glares his luck and prosperity to all who believe *
Slowly the sun dies, and shadows blend with the surroundings *
Palms become still, vacant of all life except for the color of sport *
Observing all through a passage that the visual cannot pass they say *
Creating beauty in my mind, is only a fraction of possibilities *
What to think now?
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Pumping forever the life inside is trapped by a bodies duties *
Millions of repetitions every day, while we sleep *
Red in glory and pure in essence the beauty lies within *
Seen only by the families that feed off the liquid love that the muscles share *
Inside you the river of life flows inside every pore of your body *
Hungry for life it explodes in friendship with the visiters afar *
Flying life not from the heaves, but drawn in by the lungs of youth *
Holding hands evolution smiles in the face of Darwin *
Torn at the sky the life escape, free at the expense of the holders soul *
Slowly drifting into the light darkness that awaits the silent bodies *
No longer a pulse but the love sits silently *
The glory of red is lost in this time, but forever it lives in the essence of our ending days
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Why is it that when something you can practice, and get better at becomes harder and harder to do. Is it that it will only bring happiness because it is so hard to do? *
Look at people who regard reading books as being boring, what the hell do they know about the world inside of reading, the places words can take you that any club or drug can't. Then again, is it the same types of feelings displayed at people who sculpt the're bodies at gym's and such, why the emphasis on stereotypical thoughts? *
I try to lucid dream, but i just can't. So i train at the gym, and my extrodinarily high metabolism makes this clsoe to impossible, but i found out today, that this is a gift.
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Flaring tip fuses thy ores in a metallic unison *
Masters son halts the actions of thy teached workings *
End of one's week and the hyper time stretches near *
Eight minutes away the rays of water will bathe the town in celebrations *
Waves crash at the resting ground of the party *
Millions of flight providing cells wonder above the dunes, ready for the eagles *
Full of post flames and riding on the night ahead, they head out *
Kites unpacked, the life exploding *
Adrenalin pumps through every throbbing cell as the wind picks up the sail *
Savage tendons pulse acidic pain through arms length's as the body bounces along the sand *
Carried in leaps, absorbing the light and ways of a bird, is the life of kiting
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If a thought can give birth to a drawing *
Can it also create the wings of an eagle *
Does the pencil hold the same love with an artist *
That a board does to a surfer *
When lines becomes pictures *
Do they represent the wind and the ocean *
How is the passion the same between these lovers *
Is it hate that fuels the connection, or hope *
When will canvas meet sand *
Can the distance be something so little *
That the picture and waves become transparent *
Oblivious in the background of paintings *
For the true passion of it all *
Is not the medium or distance *
But the love for what is being done *
That is how a drawing and eagle float in the ocean
