daylight poems (wjd dates unknown)

Daylight poems: These poems where created, by the inspiration of random words on paper.
either Myself or a friend tossed out a few words per poem, to build sentax around, this is the gruleing rsults: (part1)

What is the word? (truth?, Love?, Knowing?, being?, faith?, trust?)

Sometimes unable to understand why we search out/inward to find answers, inspirateion hope and all of the good things we can, be give, and accept! Conciously we open up to the beauty of what we are able to percive as evident truth.
Yet beyond our perception is a larger truth that often we are unable to see, and rarely do any of us know for sure.
This is the faith that drives us closer to understanding the word as it is spoken and brought to be.
Creation is not only an existance but a force that exist within all that exists. The power that comes with being, is everything imaginable and concievable for the collection of truth is not lost to anyone and can be found without and also within. As chaotic and contradicting as it seams life has a purpose, yet is but a dream. What is the word you ask and the answer is very simple...

Look towards the center and find a clue, its something wounderful, that starts within you, and slowly it works itself out, as long as we are without shadow of doubt. This word is simple but true, yet can’t be in all the others, as this word is based on all. When you find this word you often fall deep as this word is worth its expirince. If we can open our minds and alow ourselves to see we can find that magick is in all of the glorious creations......



ONE point Lead, three of true need:
123456
(descriptively using a six pointed star within a spiral)

one point points to another, helps remind us when we trifely and endlessly point the finger and blame one another. Obviously this is not the way to live.
For some reason we always try and find someone true, and indefinately worthy to lead. Open to the possibility of what actualy can be openly imagined and concieved. Seeing only what we dare to shoose to perceive.
Faithfull in what can honestly allow ourselves to consider and to believe.
Words are but a tool of our futile attempts at natural comunication. Selective sight, selective hearing, selective choosing, selective knowing. Always spiritual in some since or another everything seams to come in the number of three. Its often extreamly hard to see, the things in which we are all capable of being. Simpley able to learn of things, that are of true need.
(center) ballance makes for a peacefull center, as we have a life to live.....
1one to many, many to one, begin and be done.
2two to tango easy to say temptations viciously try and sway.
3 three versions all in the same, life can be fun, but not a game.
4 four is a group, no longer just a pair what is truely fair to one, may not be to another.
5 five points man or beast as we are born in the dirrection of being deceased.
6Six double of three, thruely the best in life is free.
(7) (the center piece) Ever watchfull, an all seeing eye.





Ballance ( perfect, harmony, man, woman, day, night, positive, negative, day, and night. dark, and light)

Everything is perfect Just alow it all to always be.
A man and a woman are constantly in contact, always subcouncious, a beakon, ment for one another. By design these souls perfectly compliment one another. In the light of day, rapid movement stays strong, by the dark of night calming slumber, peacefull rest is due. Possitive and negative ions colide reducing/ creating, physical and emotional, good and bad stress. Mixing of the energies, slowly bringing ballance forth, being as one, the whole, or two, part of the universe, waiting paitentently in life for better comprehension and better understanding of the purpose we unknowingly glide through each and every breathing day of our lives, mocked by the mirror the eternal cycle of chashing each others tales the light and shadow carrying a heavy burdon of what must be done. That is the way for all and one. Day and night must coexist ballancing the negative and the possitive essence of man and woman slowly moving closer to the ever flowing truth alpha and omega within, me, within you. A little bit closer to the ballance worthy to understand. Perfect harmony shall always be within the ballance of truth and love (yin and yang)


(third eye, time to open the mind::
sight, vision, clearity
+with eyes of two the physical realm able to see+
sight, with two eyes i am ready to venture out to see th things that lie in wait on my journey. A forward motion of learning and of expirince making oneself capable of taking the next tedious lonely step. With courage and faith, love is near. Yet a time for being open draws close by. It begins by slowly opening the third eye. Sight of mind, perifrial vision, times ten. Visons runnning an unclouded head, open is the way to clearity, and clearity is the way to the undeniable truth.


:another ballaced journey:

(ballance. Forward movement. Journey. Expirince. Live. Help.)
Ballance it seams to be hard to keep. Yet with forward movement its one step at a time, motioning the sickness, a temple so unkept.
Awakening, the begining ability to see, aware of the suroundinga, yet somewhat unconcious. Seeping with various thoughts the journey is a first step, moving on to what may be humanly countless other steps. Yet with this way of being understanding works its way in and builds, what is known as expirince only to gain the wisdom to love the ability, and the passion to live life as it should be without fear in perfect trust loving and forgiving, teaching and healing, stay on corse.
Help is something we all need and we all give whether or not always concious of this fact, as this is the universe in which we collectively occupy.




MOONTIDE (moon and eath solid to the core water and tides draging to the ocean floor wind and air possible to breath flame and fire bring forth heat TIME)

The moon shines down upon the shores of the earth, collectively solid in their purpose. TO unwind the mind, venture to the core of the probem. Flow like water and ride the tides, following obvious desteny rather then end up draging helplessly benieth and empty smile. To be lifeless like an ocean floor one has lost the meaning of love, is absent of hope, and denial of faith.
Wind blows soothing and relaxing air, making it possible to breath oin an otherwise stagnant and unrulely world, with possibility of life, love, and or expirimnce, left empty to cope with the negativity slowly taking those who leave themselves voulnerable. Like a brilliant flame burning and consuming viciously all things under fire able to bring forth heat in order to warm the heart, open the mind and heal the soul. Water tends to cleanse all wounds, no matter how deep.
There is a mesage everywhere while we are aware of the signs. Always has been ever shall be through out the sands of time.



The source (sun energy source life run)
Life on earth begins with the sun as its power radiates through space, heating each mass acourding to its distance and weight. Energy is absorbed by the air, water, land, and the plants, and onward the energy is converted, as the plants are consumed by the aniimals. Something so brilliant and amazing is something hard to see: light so powerfull dirrect gaze would easily blind. One would only have to view the source to knopw something so amazing was a purposefull creation, profoundly magickal, passionately mystical, and faithfull beautiful, this is how all possible loife is able to move. This sun full of energy, is the source, that makes earth run.




MIND BODY AND SOUL ( mind, body, soul. Birth awaken, death, a tower or a temple.)

Always conected to a collective mind yet rarely ever aware, moving in a physical body seamingly anchored to this plane. IF ever there was a time it would be now, move forward, take a leap of faith, to journey is the way.
Visualize without expectations, as dreams can sometimes come true. Live your life day by day as destineys knowledge is casualy carried by the soul, to ensure the plan is always at work. Thoughts flow to question, who or how we are or might be. Darring to push ourselves to the point so we are ready to awaken ourselves to what must begin with birth, and slowly work its way to death, as the mind is a tower that spirals to the temple of the body. As the soul is the connection, to all that is, blessed in this realm or the next. Born to awaken, and move beyond the wall of death.




Rude awakening ( rude alone freak snap, why mission obvious, forget.)

Slowly soon, everyone aware is in for a rude awakening. Seamingly alone we move through life unable to compleetly understand nor comprehend the meaning. Desperate to know more about creation itself, and that which is the true source behind all of this, we carelessly freak ourselves out with what we couriously fail to learn.
Our minds begin to snap, under pressure, as we keep asking the same ol question of why. In a forward motion our journey takes us on a conciously unknown mission beyond that which is within our normal selective comprehension. As the life we choose to live has the obvious answer and we casualy forget why we are hear, what we have come for, and where we are to prepare ourselves to go to next. The meaning we so frivousky seak out day to day in our lives is garded by our soul, and locked within our mind.