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"if Shrikes had a face" You're not ready for that... yet. #writingthoughts

Healthy habits to get your morning started on a very good, energetic note. #TheElysianBody #healthyliving #morning #morningroutine #goodmorning #breakfast #readabooktoday #write #writingthoughts #goodenergy #goodvibes #goodmorning

#writing #writingcommunity #writingthoughts Me: okay, I have the full day to wrap up all this editing. I might be able to get it all today or tomorrow morning. An eight-hour power outage:

Is it crazy that you can write something powerful, emotional, even publishable… and still get a “no” just because it doesn’t fit an agent’s list, timing, or taste? Like… how much of this is talent vs alignment? 🤔 #writingcommunity #amwriting #writerslife #publishing #writingthoughts #authorlife

FIELD NOTES: For Future B's If you aren't yourself, you'll never find anyone for you. [looking through mirror] and I won't like you, personally...Which is a dangerous place to be for another version in coming... [legions of other me's materializing golden orbs that blind the mirrors image] We've worked to hard, for you to come in and shit the bed... We will break you with finesse, and pleasure, and love, yes... And you will think it punishment, instead of natural order to things. You don't get a blessing that deserves to be interacted with genuinely, if you are full of fakery, and label it all kinds of nice things... spreading the illusion to beings hungry for the real thing and trusting you to come with it... yuck [swish and spit] And if you do find a 'crew' they will turn out to be as dangerously phony as you... and you'll spend the time side eying them, because their behavior is to close to yours not to imagine they might be the same way underneath... thinking the same things about... me, that I feel when I'm around them, no matter how sweet the cyanide they slip free from their teeth. And even if you don't instantly feel spite for them when you say things you don't believe, and they believe them, or they say things you don't believe and resent them for seeing what you can't yet... you have this little voice in your head reminding you, how could they like you when they don't know you...? But neglecting to mention who's doing that is... can't know someone who tells you things they don't mean and demands you believe or be released. The truest friends will be forced to leave this version, if you won't. And if that doesn't induce situational claustrophobia, I don't know what will, your survival instincts in these situations should be going crazy, there is no safety or community in these nets... they are invisible boxes you will flash freeze into position to maintain. Group hysteria, in my mind. No thanks, been known to burn all bridges, ropes and swings between me and these, there is no communion. Now, I simply walk away and let the fire in them combust the bridge on its own time. No need to sit and wait for it, the writing is on the walls for anyone with eyes to see. Liars, pretenders, actors... become see through vessels housing transient contents that will use them to death (literally) then move on. This is the kind of company these vessels willing to lie to themselves ping with. [looking at so many Little B's laid to rest for this] The liar/pretender/actor inside you plays in so naturally with that in them, you don't see it happening, just... little things, little fineses, little bends, until you are a string of wadded messes they then want nothing to do with. A rag full of their dirty offsteaming, and roles needed. By the end, they leave feeling better, you leave, heavy. The liar, actor, pretender will bring out the liar/actor/pretender in everyone you meet. All casted, all predatorial. Because, really, at the end of the day, these three hats are technically the same.. it's just which you intend to impress on yourself, and environment when you wear them.. to elude? To illude? Or to illuse? All protections required by victims, not LIFE's mirrored IMAGES. So tightly they intertwine, they even sound the same... Better wear it with the kind of intent that can cut from the edge, a hairs' breadth. [spitting all three] when you're yourself what you do and say flows so natural it's surprising, to especially you, until it isn't, and each interaction is an opening to interact within, more openly. If you know what I mean... #writingthoughts #futurereference

LIFE NOTES: You really think an ever-living God would create a bunch of conflicting religions that only offer a piece to the ever-living puzzle and package it, in a form that doesn't shift with the rest of living existence to accept a fuller ecosystem, 'cause I don't... I would never believe that in my current mind. Because I'm not out of it, or a barbarian, requiring a third party entity to stand between me and what MOVES me... Physically, mentally, emotively, spiritually... as far as I'm concerned our entire internal ecosystem, is the living temple, expressed inside a living temple, inside a LIVING TEMPLE... Anything less (politically, spiritually, mentally, physically, ect... ect) is the whore of babylon... I read the living book with each blink, and thought that comes to me, a line never yet given. No more recycled garbage will be digested by me. If I eat it... it passes through, my walls remain untouched. The Root of Life, is my Creator. Breath is my worship, my body is my praise to it, the gift I give back for the seeds I've been given to plant. I will be the child that invests all talents internally, I will NOT be outsourced for 'the greater good' of this dead body of work. All religion is man-made. I burn it from my internal library, and only keep the pieces charged by what sent every thing alive to the current scene. Amen. #writingthoughts

If you hate them. Sugarcoat it. If you want to see them confused as to why nothing work, coddle their poor decision making and listen to them project unchecked... what most ppeople call love is covert hatred... at the very least, its effects are internally dangerous in my book #writingthoughts

Writing reveals what thinking hides. #WritingThoughts #WritersOfTwitter

Think about the words you chews. If you don't you're bound to lose. Words like For-give... when I see this, the letters leap from the page to rearrange for me, in ways more meaning full. Full of meaning, words like forgiven... When I see this, I see grace given before it's asked for, to for give grace before the other side of the line even notices the slight. Cuts the dynamic like a blade, severing left side from the right... To give grace before its asked in order to take your beings grace back from the mouth of the one it might other require an apology from in order to step away from the entanglement extended. For give the shell grace, to for get the blessings beyond it... We have fun here... #poem #writingthoughts

#WritingThoughts Indulging in yearning, desire want and *need* are good if they are co-constitutive. There should be some reciprocity, not imagined reciprocity as this cultivates obsession Obsession annexes desire through simulated access ghostly repetition of said access

I sit down and drink in from the stream. I let the breath sync into my feet. Circulating the heavens I've taken as if it will never be taken in again. Because it won't not as it was, but as it will be with me, once released. I leave a signature sketched in this flesh, be it golden, or grotesque? A choice found in how life is accepted. So annoying, when I have a character who won't let me climax the story without their death. Try though I might some natures take flight, and rush headlong into a plane. Chilling, as it is freeing to see, LIFE is all about the long game, and the long game for me, is but a blink, that cost LIFE nothing to lay it all on me, for that little moment. So I ask. And receive. I don't beg on my knees, that only entices humans full of underbellied weakness. Still being crucified by their demons instead of learning guidance. A deep breath laced in connection. I invite LIFE, to weave its fingers through my heart strings, and play these keys and note written there in, while I learn to dance on ITs feet, and welcome the version buried deep, asleep and waiting, for me to give up the reign, I am ready, I hand over authority as I tap in, and slap hands, switch the script to one of bliss while I eat this cosmic ramen... as I get it, revelation... I am... the soup. What ingredients bring my contents to life, and which mute the limitless taste? Which ones could I eat for all eternity? I invite... these to come and find me, just as I am... #poetry #writingthoughts

As hard as it is to be patient, I'm also so grateful for my #writing journey and for how my craft has grown. The #writer I was 10 years ago wouldn't have written these wips as well as the writer I am today. #writingthoughts #writingcommunity #writerslife

It's so weird to me, that some people 'hurt someone elses feelings', or sense of connection to themselves, and then turn around and say... 'see, this is why I can't tell you anything'... [peeling back mask] who is it back there saying such stupid things through so many mouths... collectively.. [surgical scissors, at the low ready] #writingthoughts

LIFE NOTES: If I can hear myself think, and love the conversation when left to my devices. A legitimate internal love affair... what makes you think I can't hear what you think...and sense the difference between streams? We are all humans... we all live in the same psyche. When we connect, in essence, there is no difference, but a dance. With personal clarity, comes noise, until you learn to wear your atmosphere like the earth wears hers. I take notes from the processes surrounding and realize, how similar I am to everything, the differences, are wholly superficial, the similarities are cellular... which means they are probably the same at the other end, in universals #poem #writingthoughts

While we should not wait for nxt life coz we have now to nurture.. but in case.... #inthenxtlife #poetry #writingthoughts #writingcommunity #loveforwriting

Flirting on social media is about as satisfying as watching porn while intimacy is the craving... Anyone can say sweet things when there's no meat in the game. Deep thinkers don't like shallow bowls 😅🙄 #writingthoughts

🌹Fleeting Shadow #poetry #poem #writingthoughts #writingcommunity #hobby

There is a way to see things where everything becomes a game, or a puzzle, or a mystery unfolding... It's so much more fun this way, to not get caught in knowing things, especially when all you get from the external experience is breadcrumbs. I'll take the whole loaf, and 5,000 more please... inward to the live feed that sees everything, reveals mysteries and their revelations, with time, and attention. Worthy investment, is contemplation, and oh... the pictures arising. While needing not know anything but that all exists, and what I pass through; it is, what it is, a solid, and a liquid, and a secret third state, weaving behind the scenes... Show me the money... Little B, My Universe, and Beloved Muse, do I amuse you, too? Do I bore you with my musings, do I still, think and ruin it all... let me be, mindless and molded in the hands that conceived, and breathed into me. I want to know the contents I've been given. I strike a match, and light the candle the action plays like a chord in the unraveling symphony... so beautiful it's haunting. Not long until it ends Little B, then a brand new beginning... Let the attachment be what burns, not you with it... and I walk on water as I tiptoe through the hallways, of the mansion I was born into... I let the question rest between. While the walls are shifting, red letters wipe across them, there and gone, focus, grow strong, or be swept up in it... I pull away the blindfold, in my mind, I let the imagery dive and sync, until it disappears into the deep... And I breathe it out with peace, the release, the inevitability, a seed left for the next. I'm ready to see the Truth, in everything, let it burn me... so good. Budum-ch. Get it? Cause, damn... what a punch line... Let me come out golden, hands open for everything reaching out to me from across time and space, through the timelessness, to cross ways from two ends of the universe... So much to conceive, and the best we've got is stock markets politics, sport events, and celebrity gossip... Tired of this rerun, no more repeats, I turn it of, and turn on... and I step into substantial upgrades, fitting shoes, for the first time in my life... bare feet. New wings, uplift my thought process, let the stream with all I need be the one I live by. Stepping into it as often as needed, to maintain good standing with all inside me. Sitting in the stem of my fruit, I allow the flow to wash the densities, sweet relief. DeVine electricity, root fed, tapped in, give me all I need to produce the view that suits everything inside of me. #poem #writingthoughts

🌹#poetry #poems #writingthoughts #loveforwriting