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I believe, as together, we can transform our community by practicing returning to first premises. We must start creating new visions for our children by creating  a dynamic ripple effect in our society. We must go beyond in community and procure archaic revivals expeditiously. I want to stress the necessity to invoke dissolving ordinary norms in exchange  for  engaging in conscious & practical  activism, dance tradition, cultivating love , experimental music, art, botany, farming, organic eating, medicinal (hallucinogenics & herbs) education, ancient philosophy, camping, the beauty of linguistics, cosmic astronomy research, science, mechanics, alternative clean energy,  bionics, healing, metaphysics, engineering, redesigning culture, resistance to tyrants, and reconditioning our minds. In this we can inspire each other to reach higher grounds in our individual and collective lives.

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Lucid & Visionary Poetry, Art Sharing, Transcending Ideas, Active Compounds(quantum physics understanding) & The Approaching Singularity!


Tuesday Morning Purples By Larry D. Napler

Re-visualizing Heartbeats

Feel The Combination Between Elements

Selfishly do away with the ego

Appreciate silent language Materialize

Vigilantly Intervene conscious Organs

Let Them develop and Progress Concept and mutate genes account prophetic Significance Through distance
                      A Cognitive remake

              Re-visualizing Heartbeats

Applying Metamorphosis to Self Mental Image


So we Can Characterize Ideas


                                                                                Closer to Earth

In Motion
flying bye in the plain sky
this moment consisting higher heart beats blasting out the interior
Reverberation tones dancing matter into its distortion
Time and space grasp, epithet love unseen for its will
Silent violence under the maintains
Alkaline swinging mysteriously
Birds and fish swiftly taking over the planet
Cyrano-bacteria reforming and deforming for the template
Horns ringing
Sound bound by the body sexual prison
Blinking, bashing, and fizzling grows on anticipation
freezing night surround by flames
scintillation musing pupil

Rolling in the dirt was a day to remember. When I kept walking up to see a giant hill. Lily, clovers, purple, and green. I became a wheel like the axle on a globe , as I roll down this hill spinning eternity. Lifted from pain, delusions and stress, into direct present. Being one with the ground, grass…in my hair. Sunflowers in my mouth, dirt on my feet.
Arouse beyond dopamine
positioning musicians,
as the wind is stayed in the earth’s auditorium
the dorm yelling names screaming passions, echos….
over, over, over
hovering voice moving
ear- cartilage drumming as the native’s reincarnate in truth

The trees are speaking to me at this time
crowds of leaves yelling and cheering the living
Housing my ancestors, carrying their will
the trees loves its citizens
as they sing, breath, and shad our heads with oxygen
genetically intact
buried by the still river of complexity
roots mimicking DE-oxyribo-nucleic acid
relation of the rock to the heat
faster and faster
changing the streets.
Teaching to conscience leader

massive bodies stretching nerves
making curves
alluding the eye,

Facing psychedelic perception
Accepting the collective
Negative being elective
As we the tribes become more and more selective
The asymmetrical illusion in the humans selfish choose.

So I woke up from a dream of the spring of power. In my dream I was on the seen of the greatest spring I could imagine . A master of art came to me a wit a glass in his hand. Drank my friend fore-see the end begin. I fear-ed this drank, but I boldly took a swallow. Dampest of the purest substance.
I witness feeling
held emotion in my hand,
I began to hear taste and bend destiny.
This was beyond a gift,
beyond love
so I ask the master ‘why such spring you bring’. He stood up, chest out, eyes locked, arm raised, index-finger pointing, and thunderous toned
The body is the king
the mind is the spring and us souls is the earth number one team.

Ohhhhh planet earth,

unheard loud voice.

If I could understand, what  should  I ask.

How are You, every day? Any thing I can assist with, any time?
what is it you do?

Electric monotone magnetizing geometric instructor
Written clues on the flesh
All knowing in the body
One thousand miles per hour
Pull and pushing
Pulling and push,
Ripping vessels,
Molting liquid,
Hell and heaven,
Relationship with manly moon
Breaking the seventh tune.
Mother, mother, mother

Rocky & Sandy
HER nuclear energy
Hard, wet, gas
Su center is baking, ready to erupt,
How astonishingly, ARE we corrupt?

Vale, gravel, sphere?

She replied, anima of the ego. That I collect the told of the vivacity ghost, none who thirst, none who’s first. I am you, so delinquency the curse
archetypes forces psychological divorcing, eleven different course
the Nucleus
anti- voices
Put down the ego! Listen to the horses. Eat the grass
I am to speak through you and do wonder for the spiritual kingdom of photo-nic arts
love and speed of the different parts
micro elements transforming. This important movement is balance
toast my yoke children be made embellished

by C Owens 2-15

                                                          Chambers of the Imagination
Walking along heights.
Fail deep into the light.
Wide open eyes. Phasing Away,
Identity compromise , complex fearing,
organic bathing, moral intoxication.
A united bestiality, teasing infinitude development, organize petition.
Technological extraction.
Chambers of the Heart.
Temperature racing, Everlasting circulatory objection.
Geo-mimicking sound of dimension of the mind to nature in spirit.
Two eyes, four leams, responsive to light,
Tight in the mist, plain in the river steam. The learning of cellular memes.
Teli-motive fountain-head seeming her ability. To see thee movie play, no limit on a day.
Flex Flesh Chambers
Ridpit eyes. Quiet movement of thy stream. Object to flesdish for.
Infinite appetite. Geological drafting. Historical trending.
Invisible pending of genome.
Inconsequential red-type
Worm picking.
Snake worship.
Monotonous Dark energy between enigmatic Universes
Manifesting nutrition, carbon, skeleton, transcendent body to generate shifting for chemical nicking.
Trees of the immediate father.
Macaw-monkeys, the sequel-sheep, cat-tail, elephant-deer.
Demigoddess emanate seeds. Mock to carry, crafted for equivocation
Gifted directed onto its presents. All to merge the day. Coding beyond knowledge to Visualized power of institution current compiling water. Distant to materialize. Monkey man song carry out loud thy kingdom. Great women wrote this song so long ago. She cried to the song hero along the voice we speak hold thy hems, save thy love, protecting thy wisdom.

By C. Owens


This Internal Conflict

This absolute pressure steaming out my physical torus. The acoustic electromagnetic Tension Running through my temper like a Fuel combustion in a manifold in to a V18 Diesel exhaust hybrid.
Homogeneous, harmony, Throttling, Boundary,
extinguishing from the throat.
Raging furiously to another Amplified fight with in thy self Destruction of a purpose.
Re Projection and Drafting Artistic Design of surviving.
These number games of wasted opportunities, lift behind by the Irresponsible of thy self.
Functioning, moving,
Is the set
Assemble Material, Advantage,
But the Dynamic of the inhabitant that has commission,
advocates pandemonium for wills are free to architecture narrow-Mindless.
Self Indulgent for their Misconceptional concupiscence
so I Blaine me for this convention and you for this contamination.
Toxifying yesterday, resetting atomic fabrication.
The man Labor for penny’s adding saving to be toss up down the drain.
This ain’t no Game
Investment Evaporate when situation get Hot enough,
humans exploding in superficial stigmatism, whats the point so Discipline and Blunt.
Wrestling you for practice.
I don’t receive This Internal Conflict

2/19/15 C.D.OWENS


In The Beginning

In a Vast land field.
There I stand in the mist of the wind.
Staring up into the sky, as I look and see clouds and lights from a far tinkling, communicating divine language expeditiously
Suddenly An approaching energy ascended out of thou body,  strange kinetic energy  flow rested around my outer layer of skin.
A rush of randomize prism beams flashing before my external vision.
Forcing me to close my eye lids for psychological penetration.
I look toward the Ground and felt my feet become numb.
An Electro-chemical power staRED to  expand and opened my lung cage
Deep fresh perpetuating air flow and autonomy sound waves.
There the ideas drafted reality appeared, crowns that has been taken from lions and angles given to a snake crawling through dust, jump out into the mist and faded like a painted Art Scruple..
Some long lines of circle repeated as it transfer into a little Red flower and devolve into a spiraling eye of fire.
Burning flames surround my mouth gives off cool heat of Mineralize strength.
Emotion of loneliness Gulf my soul with a supplant of accepting Glory.
Dark from a now rising fog, senses of multiple conscious eyes venting in a deep cry,
Tears holding the weight of the World
C. D. Owens

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