Movies and other stuff - by Stephen 1

The Pilgrim

Life it self is a pilgrimage
A pilgrimage back to the mother’s womb
From whence we came
But the true quest
Is to realise this sacred mystery
To feel it in to the insides of the bone
For it to penetrate the core of your being

Life is a full circle
But we constantly look for shortcuts
Burning desire for the womb
Blinds us to the reality
The reality that is our purpose

Each night in sleep we are called
A divine call
A call that puts us back onto the railroad
Toward life
We are revitalised on waking

Each night we die
And on waking we are reborn.

The endless cycle…
Spiralling, spiralling

‘The Flow of Existence blood and its enpoisenment by Societal blood’

Moment
Culminates moments past
Cultivation of elapsed existence
There is no moment
Just past

‘The enpoisenment of flow’

The pencil drops to the floor
Escapes the grasping clench of teeth
I pick up the pencil

Imagine being a poet

The blood of one flows
through the veins of many
Whilst the blood of society
Poisens the flow of the one

Purge societal blood
Blood society purge
Society purges blood
Blood purged society


Tooth…pencil becomes pencil
Pencil flows with the indistinct
Debussy rhythm of existence









I am sent by the one
By one I am sent
The blood of one flows to fingers, becomes
Grip, merges with pencil
To flow with the debussy-rhythm
Of existence









'Dreaming of Sonnets'

Dreaming of sonnets
Of sonnets dreamt up
The folly of such faint vivid imagery.
In a timeless moment
Inevitable is the realisation of reality

Art is flowing with the moment
Like drifting in the canoe at cadet camp

Power over words
Is a worldly power
A wordly power.
Tis a powerful world
To possess such words
So powerful
As words are worldly
Made in the depths of the world
From the communication of moments

Flow is art
Illusionary non-awareness is art
Art is non-illusionary awareness
This illusion is societal blood
This illusion is difference

Dreaming is the raw ceramic sculpture.
Realisation of reality becoming
Finished product



'The absorption of a novel'

Why connect to one
by means other than
Allowance of societal blood
To purge?

Pen balance on finger
Like message from God
That soul hath balanced
With the blood of existence
Flowing strong



The novel absorbing
The novel absorbed


Finger curls around pen
Like escher described
Escher is I
I is Escher:
Escher exists

When connection fades
Like the slow turning of the switch
The chapter closes
As the reader becomes subject to the illusion
Again

The calls of illusionary
Prescribed blood
Overide
Mind’s blood
Pensively turning the pages
Of the novel without an end