The stories we collect

[Ariaecheflame]

Sometimes the divide needs to be felt...
So that that a morsel of the world can be healed.

[Ariaecheflame]

In essence - I am love...
Seeking to unite with self

And here I am...

Fully united with self
In a world full of division...

Sometimes it
Serves me well
To remember that.

To bridge the Gaps...
Gaps in awareness.

I will leave this place
Without a trace...

Benefiting the world and
Being blessed by it.

[Ariaecheflame]

In my
Slumber...

Your voice comforts me...

A voice strong in essence,

Forgiving and full of humility.

Right before the dawn

Each morning before I rise...

She inspires me to try for

Another day... Of breathing
To lead a life...

Worth living.


There are times when

She leads me into dreams

Where I am falling down

Cliff edges into seas full of loss.

There are times when she

Throws me off

So I can experience being caught.. In redemption

In order to remember

The conviction of my soul.


In slumber you stroke my hair and speak

To me with pride and care...

Ever present, ever loving -

No matter what I choose...


You never despair, you never depart...

You never deem me unworthy

Of a place
Within your eternal heart.

[Ariaecheflame]

In situ...

I flew through...

So many towns

Incognito.

Never sure of

Where I was bound or

Where I originated from.

I blew through so

Many towns...

Never staying for long.

Where do I hail from?

I have met so many

Souls along the way...

Lamented to lost days -

The wonder years of

Happiness past....

Where am I destined?

Where am I bound?

You stay
Perpetually --

In situ -

as if you remain

Where you have always been ?


Eternally wound up in a universe...

Which is

Never lost -


You remain

Forever found.

[Ariaecheflame]

Perpetually In Situ...

[Ariaecheflame]

Hey...

We free flow together through

Altered states of consciousness ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sober and aware.

Caught up in a mosh pit and a prayer

In company - in presence of each other
In the moment before the birth of God.

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Hey, I remember when
Reality was as raw as
Those dreams which came before
The war.

Hey,

I remember Nirvana...
Before the final curtain was drawn...
In a time before you and I
Were even a thought form...

Floating blissfully - unaware
across a satin sky...
Somewhere in a womb which
Exists before time.

Hey...

I remember - how we easily loved... and
How we easily fell from
Heaven into Hell...

Together.



Hey...

I know - how
Easy it is to fall
While crawling in the dirt or
Walking tall.


Hey....

Remember.......................................... .................................................. .................................................. .................................................

NEVER MIND ? ~ ~ ~ ~

You and I were caught up... blissfully lost in
A time before time.
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I hope that you remember me from
That time
Before the war -
where thought and awareness ruined me
Where life and awareness caused the
Demise of our pure, formless destiny.

[Ariaecheflame]

Overly concerned with
The wealth of your next-door neighbor
Yet you forget to check your own back yard
For hidden gold...

I know that the garden is full of coal...
Once worth something to someone
Now worth almost nothing to no one...

Remember to thank the Gods...
For that winning golden ticket
The one which you thought you'd lost...

It was in the back pocket of your
Skinny jeans.

It holds the key
To the field of dreams...

Destiny is a coat perfectly fit for the wearer.

It's worth more then gold and coal
ever will be...

Remember when you fall asleep
To step out into your
Field of dreams...

It will please the dreamer.

[Ariaecheflame]

Tiny roses,
Blades of grass...
Tiny dancers
Hand held flasks...

Too young to know
Where to tread...
Too ignorant of the
Wounds we fed.

Perhaps we danced
In wanderlust for some time...
Played some tunes
Sang some lines.

Behind the noise we
Were both silent,
Fighting lonely battles -
Mitigating the damage caused by tyrants.

Years have gone -
Most were forgotten
Until one moon ago
I stumbled upon a path once trodden.

In the calmness of a field
I came to bear witness
To our yields, overgrown from
Years ago.

Tiny roses...
Scribbled poems
Hand held hearts
Empty flasks...

Tumbling waves,
Nostalgic haze...
SentiMental ways of
Honouring life and love...
Hope and pain...

Together we go our separate ways...

We shall leave ignorance behind -
We shall reach Nirvana again.


Joey

[Ariaecheflame]

The wounded words have no
Place between us anymore...
We are forlorn heroes

Ravaged from our own internal wars.

The act is up
As the walls come tumbling down

Across the torn and battered nations.

We can deliver the fatal blow
Then ask for healing...

Or we could deliver the healing and
Heed the souls request...

Clean up the mess.


I am here to offer words of
Hope and healing...

Provide catharsis and stop
Stealing stories from

Ancient and archaic playbooks.

[Ariaecheflame]

Talent and passion...Like a fire raged
Unphased by shame which knew nothing of its existence.

It danced on hot coals and laughed in glee...
Tragedy and joy alike were fair game... Nothing was designed to be tamed.

The aim was to feel and play with all the elements of the sensory
creating from the elemental world as it pleased me -----------
It all twirled and danced around my body as if all time and dimensions existed
Simultaneously !

For a while I twirled and danced along with all this
Psychedelic, sensory sight and sound -
Unbound by constraints of responsibility by those who play their roles of mimicry


Life and love were sweet and wild...
Radical - is the life of a child

Joey