The greatest enemy of the human is truth, truth doesn’t always want to be heard and in a herd like mentality the people plod on and truth gets lost in their shadow. With hypocrisy and lies abundant in the echolons of nature’s ‘non-element’ purple high power (critical) -v- versus the not so critical, almost likely to be totally uncritical, indeed subservient in their own lowest form of vibration – through fear, become an extra reality to consider – a threat to your right for freedom. Consider reason and logic -v- conditioning, programming, disconnection from : via hypnotic cognitive behaviour. Overpowered in so many ways, overpowering works in a myriad of ways, levels of which easily lost and so where lies the biggest enemy? Weakness? Fear? Selling freedom down the line is a non-existent way out. There is no way out of the hold of power, unless of course you hold it yourself, which, is of course a good thing. Thus, do not relinquish your power. Ever. Those who do forgot about truth.
Diary
Power has the Power to
Why in these days of lockdown
does Violence continue to be transmitted
into all homes, 4 walls, times over
Why do our men in power
Not shut down this visual content
Put an end to what is not meant
While humans are being brought together
Inside with themselves
Time to face themselves
New messaging, brain conditioning, reprogramming to the inner sanctum
Of self
Can and will help
Because which one of us humans has full ability
To not imitate that which is put in front of us
The stimuli for all to see
For all will see
This
Shapes you
And goes on to shape humanity
So take away all violence, in all character and form
Allow the race to know itself
Shine better for the world
Transmit souls’ best vibration
Into every four walls
The power is here
Ignite it
De-programme Violence
for the greater good
of all mind
For
In light of this Golden Dawn
A given space in time
The opportune does now rise
To change mind brain pattern
simply
Take away all violence
Its transmission here now ends
No more angry content
Let the walls now mend
In its place
Push peace
Push the button for peace
Transmit only what is sweet
And light
Angelic if you like
Power has the power to change
us, humans
Liquorice Skin
i’m trying to peel away
the liquorice skin
to get beneath the surface
to feel for real the depths of the endless
to believe
could this be real
hot, yet non invasive
no decisions made
no side stepping the best options for
living
and as i sit at the table i keep on peeling
the layers of liquorice skin
counter productive
when looking too deep inside
to the adverse childhood experience
the grieving
oh the never ending grief within
so i look up
from the peeling layers of the liquorice skin
walking a waking life
on my littered path of broken dreams
promises never came true
but i don’t worry no more, i’m not unhappy
i’m safe in the quadrant of my mind with half an idea
of what it is to be happy
i don’t sit alone at the table
not when i know what to do to make a life that brings joy
and if you want to join me then that’s just fine
you can join me for what is left of this life of mine
i have some more peeling of the liquorice skin
there is more time to be had before i am a has been
LIKE
I like it when someone takes my hand
with a meaning that i understand
one of love and trust and kind
something strong like a bond
as fingers entwine
the love and trust, free will to withstand
when i’m walking and i’m holding
another’s hand
the warmth in the palm
helping hidden youth return
back to youth
remembering the feeling
of another human
being
close
i like it when someone takes my hand
ZEN
A is for adamant that I will not
Become another statistic of the hum drum, just a
Crazy statistic that bears no relativity, I remain
Defiant of all hypocrisy, I
Expel the demons from my mind, instead evergreen
Forever remaining beautiful and one of a spirit kindred
Getting wise from the teachings of Karma
Having given what is required
I don’t have to sacrifice for I know the realms of
Justice
Kinaesthetically feeling
Love
Magnetising it to come to me
Notwithstanding some love to come
Openly
Pleasantly
Quintessentially all that I want it to mean
Reinventing and Receiving therein
Something no less than I am deserving
Tirelessly I have been serving whilst
Under the pressure of a foregone conclusion
Vilified in quieter times when I have withdrawn my
Willingness to become part of a process
Xenophobic nonsense and all the mental programming
Year after year, on and on and on and on when all I seek is
Zen
Singer/Songwriter
https://www.fatsoma.com/dusty-pop-entertainment/p6m5j2hn/dogstar-rose
Live Gig at EBGBs Liverpool
Wednesday 12th December 2018
DUSTY POP ENTERTAINMENT & FUNNEL MUSIC PRESENTS
** Dogstar Rose **
We Are Love
We are love, yes we are, we prove it year in year out, on new year’s eve especially so… Hence let us now set the continuum, the love momentum from whence it came, being human is to be in love… Love yourself, love your family, love your friends and enemies and love their friends and enemies too… It’s easy to do…avoid falling in and out of love, instead remain with love, in love and let love in….let’s set a new year precedent..
We are love, love we are, are we more lovin’… Yes we are….
The Space between a Rock and a Hard Place
When you’re waiting on some platform after just having metaphorically turned a corner in your parallel universe and the sun is shining on the greatest habit you have…. leaving a place where you felt safe and sound, where you experienced wishful thinking and dreaming, scrabbled eroticism and mildly confusing moments of madness … where seconds stood still as you clocked off in an instant…
….and in the time it took to wipe away an oxytocin laden tear, it was all over….
That’s the space between a rock and a hard place…
….. and so you hang loose and lucid for a pregnant pause, just because you can, and because it’s good for the soul, gives that spark to remember your abundance mentality and to further think about preserving and enhancing this as your train pulls in to the station on cue to take you somewhere new…
…and as you board the carriage of fulfilling adventures to come, Commit your golden rule to memory and then commit it to your life…
Never look back, stay in the space of now, remain happy and reinvented between those rocks and hard places….focus on what you have and what you can do to cultivate your positivity and lift the eyes upwards to look forward to where you are going..
The pursuit of happiness is one of those greatest of investments…
Happy Rubbish Day
Wow, human beings need to re-think how to move forward in a less throwaway, consumption hungry greedy rubbish-faced race.
Can it be possible that everyone is still ignorant to their production of rubbish? Does anyone even care about landfilling this earth with waste, litter, rubbish, excrement, feces, spew, defecation, rot, shit, garbage and bins bins bins…..
Hands up, how many of you less than good intentioned people have been atop a landfill site? Uh huh, just as I thought, a no show….
Well happy holidays… Turn a blind eye for sure, that’s damn humane of you..
…. Or….
give yourself a window of opportunity, induce your soul to a good deed and take an educational daytrip to a landfill site… Ground your feet on the spot, close your eyes and tune in, learn something profound about your race….. your race to lick, bite, chomp, chew and consume your way to your grave….
Have you ever stopped to ask yourself the question of where your rubbish rests in peace…?
For those of you who are lucky enough to make it to the countryside and see hillsides where sheep and cattle graze, take a moment to visualise under hoof the layers of grass-seed, soil and lime and then….
As deep levels of covetous conditioning creates toxic layers of crazed consumption amongst billions of misinformed Christmas customers one sighs in realisation that another ‘happy rubbish day’ is upon us. Thus it would be both prudent and wise to remember per se what exactly is it that one is celebrating? … Indeed a less than 24 hour celebration that shall surely turn to unhappy dust faster than it will take a new moon to light up those obliterating first days of January…. heavy hearts, empty pockets, fat bellies, weary saddle-bagged eyes … Fond thoughts of the treadmill loom on the horizon…
Jesus dying for our sins done little more than create monster sinners of us all and by the very virtue of our tinsel trimmed sinning we should have heaped upon our souls such remorse that is equal to our behaviour. When it comes to our carbon footprint we are illuminated as pathetic disgraceful heathens – whichever end of the social spectrum we rest our haunches – we are all as bad as eachother as we fuck the planet over once again this Christmas …
Ah, and “blessed may your children be, for where’s the truth, you’re just a slave, forever running out of time….”
To wish a happy yuletide to mother nature could be far reaching but here in 2014 it is impossible to do so as it would be a complete insult…
Little Losses Major Advances
Tenaciously threading a silken web through the winter subways and streets of New York City can both break and fix in a split second any long-term lingering need for self recognition, purpose or mental fortitude. There is simply no time or space for fear or angst whilst flowing serendipitously through this incredulously deep tiered traffic. Atop of the mental make or break scenario is the possibly beneficial instinct to know, manifest and secure certain levels of psycho physical strength and self-trust in this concrete jungle; for instance, in challenging emergency would one be able to temporarily paralyse an oncoming ferral attack per se?…or even begin to understand it…. would one know how not to panic when panic sets in – after all, each independent entity that we are must come to terms with the fact that we are never too far from the mercy of immediate interdependent critical mass human conscienceness. One cannot possibly know how reactive (positively or negatively) any one single human being is going to be…. where will that spilt second lead to? Will it induce adversarial possessive selfish defensive mistrust or could it, if handled with a balanced non judgmental understanding guide all to a new synergistic system whereby internal self security opens new possibilities for everyone. There comes a time when you have to ask yourself ‘is the army of me prepared?’
There is nothing more disconcerting than disorientation, nothing more awakening than fight or flight, nothing more futile than loss of will.
So from all loss has to come major advances….
Getting lost in NYC can be all about becoming found.
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