Temptress Vision

A temptress vision has encircled me like a
willful shadow of a slumbering dream.
Is it the powerful light of purpose?
If I squint with all my strength I may see it.
Always must it be inside of me
like a pilot fish inseparable from its host.
It fearlessly drinks my essence.
Such a bitter taste I muse.
Spit it out upon your table of perfection.
Compare this grain of sand with your galaxy.
This spire of sorrow with your deepest eye.
If my callous mind can see you,
there are no interventions.
No pathway away.
Convergence.

I feel like a tiny fish stuck on a hook made of maggots
or a junkie stuck on a needle of peace held by the dealer

I am a lock-picker.
A tunnel-digger.
A fence-cutter of the wicked watchers.
A traveler that has sought
the mystery that eludes all but the outlaws.
The wild-eyed, unrelenting fools of purpose
that remain outside the laboratory of wingless flight.

Ifeel like a clueless rebel.. a crash test dummy whos only legacy is the safety of machines!

You are the eternal Watcher
who lives behind the veil of form and comprehension,
drawing forth the wisdom of time
from the well of planets.
You cast your spell and entrain all that I am.
Am I just a fragment of your world?
A memory hidden by time?
A finger of your hand driven by a mind
unfamiliar with skin.
Touch yourself and you sense me.
Visions wild with love.
Splendor that beckons like a secret whisper of gladness
spread on the winds by an infinite voice.
The sound of all things unified.
I am part of that voice.
Part of that sound.
Part of that secret whisper of gladness.

I feel unrecognised, unloved, discriminated against by the factions of the hierarchy..i feel like raw sensuality pushed away by dry calloused fingers and i know that if the leader be cruel or secret, or ensnaring, entrapping and total.. I know that neither my pleasure or pain will be felt.. The hand unfamiliar with skin mocks human emotion

This limitation must end in lucid flesh.
The dream of sparks ascending
quickening the cast of hope.
Avoid the brand of passivity
the signs complain.
Shun manipulation before you are stained.
Spurn all formula and write new equations
in the language of sand.
Heed no other,
nor listen to the seduction of holy symbols
standing before the windows of truth.
Define from a foreign tongue.

But no-one ever did this.. no-one has ever done this and todays plight in the world stands testimony

These are the battered keys
that have led me to unlocked doors.
Doors that collapse at a mere breath
and behind which
lay more pieces to collect for the Holy Menagerie.
The never-ending puzzle.

If only the battered keys and the collapsed doors could beckon the footsteps of those brave enough to follow.. why stand still?

All the stars in the sky
recall the purpose of your hallowed light.
Burn a hole through the layers.
Peel all the mockery away.
Enjoin the powers
to answer this call:
Bring the luminous vision
hidden behind the whirling particles
of the Mapmaker.
Let it enter me
like a shaft of light that enters
a cave's deepest measure.
Ancient fires still burn in these depths.
Who tends them?
What eyes are watching?
Waiting.
Waiting for time's flower to bloom.
To submerge in the relentless subtlety
that moves beyond my reach
with a jaguar's stealth.
To dream of elder ways
that leap over time
and leave behind the puzzle of our making.

o'temptress vision.. why?

O' temptress vision
you steal my hunger for human light.
If there is anything left to hollow
let it be me.
If there is anything left to cage
let it run free.
If there is anything left to dream
let it be our union.


oh temptress vision.. become the snake that becomes the rabbit!
oh temptress vision.. become changed!
we have no need for things to remain the same... you once were a new vision.. today i find you stained by sixteen years of study by the fruitless would be adventurers.


[b]REMEMBER YOUR HALLOWED LIGHT
[/b]

Is there a way for the temptress' vision.
Her vision is till lie waiting wasting in her rooms.
And the temptress is tempted to run away from this vision
and enjoy her simple remaining earthy life.
Can you pick up her vision and bloom it.
What should i do to make things happen?
Nothing happens, i happen.
How, tell me how.
e-mail me .
tell me..
i will do my last drop.
Now, don't know how everyone want.
{{{{@}}}}

A fly has one power but six legs
it values its legs as much as wings
not defined by things humans cannot do
One Power, six legs, one power, one set of wings![b]STOP

In space the brain is made dizzy without needing to spin
encapsulated in logical technology the frontier is thin
deep sea dive and be the same inside a hull the frontier is thin
in fresh air on level ground a heart of stone replaces technology
outsides becomes in!STOP[/b]

Temptress Vision
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hfDUjY04QJw

Watchout electrocox he's coming in for the kill, the stealer of others vision and the reformer of another layer of yet more delusion.This is beyond any Matrix if its adventure your seeking...no not hidelight, he's sooooo Matrix and asleep within it...still...

the wingmakers asked me to protect him! No lie.. Im not worried!

According to the WingMakers when someone says they have contact with WingMakers they have not. Wingmakers' do not directly contact humans.

If you had read the Questions and Answers section of the Wingmakers site your would not have posted what you did.

shudda known, another of Nat's worshipers here to "protect" him ... from what? The new intelligence that he ignores ...

Nat is not a member of this forum electricox, he was banned last year for abusing his membership and has not been reinstated ... or changed his agenda to disrupt