This is what a writers Block looks like.

What does it take to form authentic connection?
Be open enough about who and what I am.

Die before I die.

PHiRE
FEoNIX
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My emotion is stuck beneath my skin
A frog Goddess rises
Not one but all
I can see the Goddess
The beloved soul mate
in All
In Lak’ech Ala K’in
Oh My Goddess,
I am you
in me
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How can I fall in Love with all of them?
=
The fire in my chest
the palm of my hands
the fire burning
moving
the fire washes away
/
Overwhelmed by this love
gather my heart energy
expand it
the palms of my hands
–
Miracle workers
together

change the
CHANGE
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She screamed when the bandit tried to rob her
a masked gaurdian tried to save her,
the bandit fainted when he touched her
the gaurdian failed in his act of heroism
the goddess succeeded in returning.
+
Lust
Lust
Lust
Lust for love,
Lust for connection,
Lust for a Goddess activation
Lust to be Lo(u)st in the Vortex
Lust for Orgasmic Tantric integration.
LUST for you my beloved soul mate-
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Full Moon transmissions.
;
My poetic sense of expression
is halted by this epidemic of
Love
My heart is expanded in multiple
Directions
My mind, stuck on Monetary
The pyramids.
Women mezmerize
Men marvel

Cuddle, touch, emotion.
+
It’s a spectrum not a binary.
THE GRAY area.
_
Love and not expect anything in return
Love and give.
Lust & Forgive
^
Unconditional soul
Act on the pure of heart.
release, Forgive yourself.
Drink wAter,
Spend money.
Eat food,
#
Money-
Expand your honey,
Money
I am lost in your sin
I sin
For I once loved you.
The love of
You –
Money,
Is the root of all
I love you, to love everyone too…..
I want Money to love you
Because Money.
Needs to be Like Honey.
Accessible.
– Sorry Bees, This one is for the people.
Save the People, and save the bees.
Use Honey to make everyone Money.
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Thats the plan.
NO PLANS<
NOExcuses
AND NO promises.
0
SHIFT the paradigm,
ShaKe the ground!
–

A colorful wasteland

0Sleep
0101

It is hard to put it all in words. I’ve been blessed to be given this life. I hold grattitude for the encounters of love that have been created for me because of you!

Yes you, reading this, your existence in this moment, is THE presence of love.

I wondered where love originates and found interesting thoughts, some say that love is this chemical reaction in the brain that stimulates dopamine and serotonin, amazing I love it; NEXT- some others say that it is a movement of energies up and down your chakra points till your heart temple is open, wow what a thought huh? OK- and I think, Love, in its purest form, originates the moment you are told that you will be given life. The moment you know, from your gut, that you will sieze that life your given, bless it with grattitude and fully live it to your eXtreme potential.

Remember that very first moment, your head popped out of your mothers tush? or when your father gave your mother his sperm to ovulate her eggs into making you? even if you were an accident and two random strangers happen to make love, fuck, have sex and create you Hell even if you are born to a queer family or are adopted to a loving home, in that moment that you were being made, donated, chosen, you were all in love.

Love is not something we can hold or see, it’s something that exists for us to heal through. Love as a tool, can be convuloted and distorted by ego desires. Therefor in order to be able to fully love, you must Kill yourself as fast as you can and everyone that you think is other, in your field.

Death as an Act of Love, is Just as Life, so Killing yourself is not necissarily Bad, or Good, it is an act of freedom, and freedom is an act of Love.

Love is death, death of the Ego, thats what I invite you to Kill with Love.

Hug your body now, Love it, look into the mirror, and say I love you. Thats how your ego gets Killed. Soft, tender, death by excessive amounts of Love.

We have added this dogma about Killing, that it is an act of hatered, badness, even brutality, tho, I beg to differ. I can argue, that Killing, can be an Act of Love. Sometimes killing something is mercy for it’s life. Sometimes, Killing is what needs to happen, I can Kill my Ego, but I dont have to hurt myself in the process, Rather by Killing myself, I am opening up my channels of existence to Love, Killing and Death. In every moment, wheather you are a breatharian, a vegan or an eat-whatever-you-want-atarian. Every moment that exists with you in it, is a moment of Killing. Weather you intentionally know it or not, maybe a white blood cell inside you Killed some sort of Virus, wow, I love that Kind of Killing. Or Or Maybe, a hungry whale, decided to Kill a prey because of it’s love for its survival, it’s love for the circle of life. You pulling in the air, walking on the grass, the cement, you washing your hands, every second of it, you unintentionally kill something and something somewhere dies.

Killing your-ego, is loving your body. Love your body as it is, dont change it, let it change itself. Don’t control it, it is already miracolusly controling you. Making you eat, drink, pee, poop, sing, write… What does your body make YOU do? Are you your body?

Are you lost in the dream that you forgot who YOU are in relation to this body you are using?

You are a system so intricetly woven together, trying to take it apart and putting it back together again, cannot be made by man. We are still developing work on robots that mimick the fluidity of biology, yet biology cannot be man-made.
Mm
How you are made, I don’t know, But I assume, there was love in the equation, so lets stick with that.

Love is forgiveness, so go ahead and let that happen. Forgive yourself for the pain you caused others, wait, rememeber to see yourself in others, and to forgive yourself for hurting yourself. Seek yourself within others, and you will find others seeking themselves within you. That is Love.

That eye gazing encounter, where, Souls, spirits, the I, actually interact, beyond words, beyond cognition.

I Meet I beyond cognition, in the space that is Love.

I’ve heard a theory that says, Love, is a really high vibrating emotion, but not the highest, enlightenment is the highest… well, you know what, I’ve also heard that Love doesn’t need to be measured. I would suggest you don’t weigh your love before you give it out, Rather, Give your love, to yourself, and what you have left, you can share. The more you Love yourself. The more you love yourself in others. The more love there is to share

Look around you.
Now
all that exists
all that your eyes see
is your field of Living, and it intersects with all other Yous, and Mes.

We are all I(s)
EYES
Look into the EYE
Really
look at all of those
I(s)
Love
I
I love
I

Craving connection
craving connection
craving connection
connection craving
connection craving
connection
is it a screen?
on a screen
connection
thought the screen
lifeless connection
lifeless cravings
lifeless screens
Scream
connection
Desire
Scream

A shift
Recently occurred
Within my being
A sort of
Permanent correction
The kind the soul craves
A Full Power type of awareness
I’ve been in preparation
For a while
And now that it hit
body is lighter
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Follow divine sound
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Up down up down
The plane goes round and round
Work and teens
Learning to navigate
Their grounds
Last night on an island
A new division
–
Keo the cypriot beer
She bought me here
I couldn’t say no
I didn’t want to leave
But the adult thing to do
Was to go
–
Love lit lantern
Healing those that
Cross her path
Young at heart
Old in spirit
Could she feel the pulse
Of my pure heart
I felt hers,
It was bright
So full of light
mixture
–
The tiny sweet things
She gave me
Were more than just
Candy
No body warned me
About finding
Something that would
Make me want to
Stay
It’s an addictive feeling
To connect
Beyond words, through the
Eyes, the gateway
Diving through the body
Into the soul
Pyramid dreams
travelling to different worlds
Astral intelligence,
Have you ever tried,
Wisdom induced candies?
They come in flavors,
Enlightenment,
Lack of self
Unconditionality
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Unwrap that little skin
Release
Be free
Heart to heart
Be free
Time is you
you are time
There is no future
No past
Just you
And this moment
Let’s capture the sound
Resonate
Attune
Vibrate
Fly with me.
Body and soul

Write, write

Write, left..

Who left?

Right.

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Naturally, as the sunsets, I pull the tip of the pen away from the paper as it itches the letters of my living sensations, to find the letters morph into an image of a God-like woman figure, simply a Goddess. When she walked in, the loudness of the world crumpled beneath her feet. She danced and swayed to fading music, oscillating me into the abyss of my reveries.

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Two carrots celebrating their harvest from the earth, meet at the yearly rave for vegetables. This party happens every harvest season and all benefits and proceedings are donated to the Converting Vegetarians foundation. After a long period of dancing, socializing and conversing about the future of vegetables, one carrot tells the other.

“Yo Bro, I am thinking of leaving, I am getting a bit bored of this party, too many carrots and very little plums.”

“Dude, really, that sucks, the night is young and it’s only getting started, you know the plums only play in the dark”

“Yeah, I know, but doesn’t it get a little redundant? Carrots and Plums chasing each other endlessly?”

“It does but tonight’s booking, the Turnip, is pretty epic, plus I just dropped and you know carrots can’t be alone when they drop, so don’t leave unless you have to you know? Plus the eternal plum is soon to be here ”

“AH man, why did you drop, totally not worth it, now I have to Stay”

“Tell you what, let’s take a walk, get ciggies and come back, maybe you’ll relax that little demon carrot that wants you to leave.”

“Right sounds good, you know how to play with my demons”

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A bird sits high atop a satellite dish, basking in the sun, chirping and flapping its wings, enjoying the day as it passes by. Suddenly, a blue bird falls from the sky and lands gracefully right next to our bird. Startled, our bird wonders and ponders where this intriguing blue bird appeared from. The Blue bird looks bird in the eyes, and compliments its wings. A bow of gratitude a little dance and bird flies away.

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Internet combinations

Zones, spheres

Compress

Text me, text you.

Pizza is better with music

effortless experiment

a Kiss

Dance me, Dance you.

Waking dreams,

Altered

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s hard to start explaining the surge of emotions as they move within my being. I’ve been states side for about a month or so now.
As a person used to the life in Cairo, being in New York for a month, has definitely been a step beyond my state of regular beingness.

Back home, people see me as the crazy one, the alternative hipster, with dreads, funny jackets and girl pants, Tattoos, earings, I mean some people in Cairo are the same but we are a minority, and as a minority we are cautious of how we wear ourselves outwards.

Being free in Egypt is not an option.
So what does one who suddenly has the option to be free do?

It can get overwhelming as an empathic being in a place like new York. Men wear make up and look like cartoon characters women wear no clothes making boners in men’s pants and make some women wet, or maybe it just rained. Men kiss men, women kiss women, two men and a woman, a group of them all doing it. And then there’s me; all so curious and shy, dumbfound, wanting to partake but afraid of being really free.

Afraid of getting a taste of that which I cannot make my own for too long. I dreamt of an Angel one day, only to discover she’s high up in the clouds. And I lost my wings when I was 7, My step mom ripped them off and sold them on the black market, then she cooked a piece of her dead grandma and ate it so she can always remember her. She was sick, this one, and she almost infected my dad, but 20 years later. He broke the curse.

Well, can I learn to fly again?

I watch as the sunsets and colors leave the sky. I remember when I first saw her two days ago At a circus hidden on a boat, down alleyways on the side of the river, where there are no boats.

I saw her, dancing alone. So I went and danced around her to pick up on her energy. That sweet scent of vibration running off her body as she shakes with the beat. The music takes me higher as I breathe in and close my eyes only to open them, Look around and she’s gone.

My mind obsessive, my past haunts me, my fears override, intimidated, I become when she smiles at me, I look at her and say hey, I am me who are you? I melt as she speaks her name and her story, and my heart beats harder my mind thinks all these things but my mouth can’t catch up.

She got me bad. Infatuation. The sweet lust of aura. Goddess of rhythm. She put her mask on, and abracadabra. I am enchanted.

can I tell her she’s so beautiful?

Her smile produces little dimples giving her face a cutness that curves down with her wavy her, a body so fit, you’d think you’re at an 80s disco party. Being around her my body seems to dance in ways, as though I am a bird putting out my mating call. I spin around, She disappears again.

I call out
Fearful of the not
How can I over come

I smoke and sit and write. Should I write to her?
Or should I wait till tomorrow and see how I feel then.

Another day in the life.

She took me back
to the boat
where we first met
the colors were red

the doors were locked
we snuck beneath

looking for treasures
i looked into her eyes
she looked into mine
looking for treasures

extending out
finger tips
electricity flow
touch imaginarium

remember
she whispered

my earlobes
carried her voice,
caressing the tenderness
as it entered my ears

the Ankh,
a gateway to the sky
paradise
just beneath our feet

Time jumping
hearts unwind
Lets rewind.
and Pause.

a life
like dream.

Of love,

Angels fall from skies

Carrying hearts to one another

Rapid destiny. Serving

The light through

Unveiling darkness

Transcendent creatures dance

Waves of music break the space

Splitting silence in half

Revealing the colors of emptiness

Souls float around the infinite

The Sufi twirls for the divine

Dragons are not myths

Each soul longs for its dragon

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Here is some Soul Sounds.

Music to help you find your dragon!

https://soundcloud.com/frogmoose/bent-pyramid

 

I wallow in lonesomeness at times

Smoking away a void of a lack within

My heart burns through every puff

Beating faster as the grey fog fills me

Life is too short for social media

Screen to screen communication

Craving touch, Sense-full beingness

I let my addictions drive me

From body to body, joint to joint

Substance abuse in a grand prison

A Playground for the inmates

Who prioritized pleasure for breakfast

Two eggs, sunny side up

Remind him of her small perky breasts

He pokes the yoke with a fork

Contaminating the white with yellow

In another room a mother sits alone

Waiting for her Sun to rise

Her moon has been out for too long

I swallow my pride and decide to love

But love was last seen in Woodstock

So I hold a joint, a pen and a paper

And try to write down my pain

Pleasure and desire but get lost

In addiction for companionship

Blinded from the most obvious

I just needed to look at a mirror

 

 

 

 

 

Tear drenched cheeks
Stranded in a tube
3000m in alttitude

The frog decides to jump
No wings or parachute
Nothing to resist the fall

Little did the people
On the plane know
Mister frog could
Bounce away a fall
From any height,
Even from beyond
The planets
Atmosphere

Past memories
Of a flashing stall

A little frog
And a sorceress
So tall

Gazing so deeply into a
Musical notes dispenser

She looks at him
But he has no answer