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Blasting through like a tornado of sound

Frenetic florescent energy

Ripping across the dance floor

Those Elvis moves with the mic stand in hand

The dreamer’s depth

The poets have wept

The way I stare

Hands holding my glare

The rhythm and the ruin 

The intuition never leading to fruition

The rarity of happiness

In a presence I scarcely taste

That fear that encompasses me like the Baltic

The way the salt ticks

The camera flicks

And the knife hits

Breaks a boundary I don’t think I foresaw

I have listened and you have spoken

Through the airwaves

The way I like to communicate

I just don’t want to say goodbye

A need that is solitary

Not an amalgamation of binary

Phoenix whispering in my ear

Indigo working her magic

What a creation

Repatriation to Tibet

A Goddess not known as yet

The way you heal that soul

When only you would know

Boy, does she glow

Those purple eyes

And the way her body writhes 

Foretold, stone fragmented into fission

Obliteration, extinction and Armageddon

Psychosis feels like possession

Why Gods oh why, did we let it happen?

Yet again

So dangerous

Overtaking me

Losing track of time, my body

And who I am

Losing people that mean everything

To me

Because I’ve overdone it

On and on and on

Soldering the process

Of this stale prognosis

Games I just don’t wish to play

But the ones I do

I’m just sitting patiently

Waiting to play

Forever without a watch

Peace

Patience

Potency

Potential 

Precognition

Prediction

Premonition 

Recognition 

I see you

I love you all

Solitary in Russia

Sunken eyes

As I look to the skies

In this baron cell

They’ve put you through hell

Ukrainian prayers

In your hour of need

When thought is above word

God brought me to the deed

Sterilisation

In the bitter cold

It’s written in your eye brows

It’s written in your bones

It’s written in your teeth

The ones that remain

Too much torture for words

I could kill you Putin

In a thousand different ways

And I still don’t think it would

Justify your karma

Too much work/healing for the lama

Pray silence to leave you in the

Blackness of space

I’m not surprised

Why would you be?

It’s enough to put everybody off

Symmetry

Synchronicity

Simplicity

Synergy

With all my rebellious repellants

Move on

Be strong

Forget the long journey

With the next girl

And the next

Energy rainbow healer

Butterfly expressive hands

The way those eyes dance

Finger tips reading words

Strewn across your pages

Through the ages

Transfixed

Possessed by psychosis

Sometimes I wonder

If that’s what Big Pharma

Wanted

It’s the key to my heart

But I don’t know where the lock is

Why does your spirit energy

Know my locks

Run Palice

Run Al Pal

Run Fal

Run away Slack

Far from this place

‘Leave me to it’

‘Leave her to it’

Free people

I wanna free you all

Relieve you all

Stuck in this never ending cycle

Aphrodite, my bicycle

Zeus, my car

I could have gone far

Was this the answer?

Is it ever?

Is it clever?

Boy, just be wherever

You need to be

And if that means

Be free of me

Then, be free of me

But oh my Gods

Why do I see

It all so clearly

With thee

It’s not necessarily with me

It’s just what I sense, feel and see

It makes me wanna

Bite my body

And gallop across the desert

Searching for what’s written

In those bones of yours

Boring

Snoring

Groaning

And

Moaning

I bite my thumb at thee sir

Your heart and body

Made of gold

Melting

Eclipsing beneath the camel’s feet

Of the desert sand

(Imagine Antonio Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons: Concerto no. 2 in G Minor being incorporated)

Hammer the nails in

And watch me bleed

From my wrists

From my feet

As my heart beats

And holy blood trickles from my

Womb

Set fire to my crucifixion

The parakinesis

Which we give to thee

Ravish my bones

Tears in to my skin

Steel

I can not feel a thing

You’re a slave to their machines

You’re dead with this economy

Vivaldi

Awaken me

Let the Gods in

So another psychosis

The prognosis

And diagnosis

All of the torment

And torture

It feels a bit like a possession

To hear the voices of those

That I love

Putting the knife in

Where did my blood go?

Supernatural to the core

‘Alice, you’re ruining everything’

So, I’m rot

‘Do not swallow’

I tried to stab myself to death

I don’t know how many times

If there’s something in it

A certain truth to it

Is it the devil’s work at best?

When you do not exist in my

World

Shaking and breaking

The fission of your soul

Makes me feel completely whole

*TRIGGER WARNING*

I tried to stab myself to death several times

Too many times to count

The cuts and bruises on my stomach where I couldn’t seem to pierce my skin

When I put the knife in my throat

And my blood poured from my neck

I couldn’t quite push it in hard enough

To kill myself

Due to your torture

All of your torture

I couldn’t even do it for Mother Earth

Psychosis

The abuse

The pain

The struggle

The fear

The torment

Of your souls

Comfort zone? Interesting

How much blood does it take?

To remind you that we’ve all been through it before

To not allow yourself

Love

Healing

Bullshit, is it?

STOP

With this mentality

Sure, if you’re training for a marathon

Train

No pain, no gain

I get it

But if you can’t learn how to

Let the love in

Accept the cuddles

And cry your heart out

You’ll never be truly free

The illusion that I’m still here

Projected into the future

For my safety

To look after my body

Anything is possible

The power of your thought

Celestine Prophecy

A ball of light

With my favourite people

Indigo, Phoenix

Healing me

Healing you

Perfect world

Perfect nature

Clean oceans

Crystal clear water

Every tributary

Like every capillary

In my body

Astronomical mathematical

Perfection

Every waterfall

Every star in the sky

Making love

Keeping it simple

On that island of ours

Freedom beyond my galactic

Soul

Reversing time

Lateral equilibrium

The extinct butterfly species

Bringing about the rarest species

The rarest combinations

The Tibetan illusion that I

Am still here

With the witch’s magic

Bringing you back before you

Were burnt at the stake

Every microscopic ingredient

Acidic to alkaline

Poison to medicine

If I lose my healing hands

Please do not worry

Because I am no longer

Here

I’m in a predicament

About my current situation

Ninth admission

And we know why

Take the poison

And lose my ability to heal

Again

Myself

And others

Damage to my memory

My gut

My muscles

Tribunal?

So many patients have died

So much permanent damage

And permanent deformity

I’m thinking of Sinead O’Connor

I’m thinking of Britney Spears

I’m thinking of every single one

Of you

There are other ways to treat

People

There are other ways to heal

People

Unconditional love

Therapy

Healing

Cuddles

Anything

But this