Wash the World

Asking why, has

become impure water

drops falling from the mind

afraid to join the clean stream

 

what is why

when the need is how

the questions shifts shoulder blades

the answer becomes work instead of thought

 

Clean the water

why and how become when

Make justice, time extends the path

Show it slowly, mend it to the mind of mover

know the why be the who

know the why be the who

one mind, Jörgen Gario UNOM
13/9/2018 

 

 

Bye Good End

Yes, I did not make it to the next round of the music competition De Grote Prijs van Nederland. I did inspire me to post a poetry again. Yes, we will keep going no matter what happends :D. Enjoy the Poem.

Bye Good End.

The apocalypse is

a result of human Dynamics

a construction of Social

obligation

a wing that breaks in mid flight

over an endless blue

Our mind is the horizon

 

Space seperated by nothing

but a thought

A false abstract

because thoughts are material

formations, crystals in the mind

diamonds in the mud

dreams in the dark

 

Polished by a truth

beyond purpose to shine

the soul of a memory

and the mission of man

with many

 

 

one mind

Album News ” Green Heart George” and A Short Insight Into Origin

Yes, 23 of april is the release of my album soul/reggae poetry album” Green Heart George”. More info will follow :D.

Until then I have something new to share a short story, insight into my mind.

A Short Insight into Origin

A bird told me the earth is transforming and that the world in the space of time is guiding us to evolve with our planet. They say that it’s the year 2016, but every calendar that has been created since we have thought ourselves to count shows me a different date. Who to believe? I ask myself does it even matter? Every great city has been built and destroyed by the same idea: “Conquer what there is, to create your own”. Now we live the horrors of these revolutions, now we are striving for something better. Something we have never seen, only spoken by the voice we hold in our hearts.

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The brave who are listening to this music wake up to realize, that time is a money making illusion. Commerce is set up for society to strive off the great power of the imperial lower class. In the future it will be like it was in the past. We will no longer trade time for power. Power has no use if there is no time. Beyond the vacuum of this liquid existence, we think no longer of winning any battle. We have saved our soul and paid respect to the only one in all. They who can not deny this truth do not fight, holding this realization a weapon with no intention to kill, they work and give life. No sleep.

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No dimension is left uninhabited. Every one, like a stone is turned inside out. Trying to return to good, because that is our home. Living In good allows hearts to do anything with devine purpose to manifest a fortune to feed all spirits and nourish all that matters. Time travel is nothing new, cross dimensional tunnelling has been the purpose of space. How did we learn, create and build this possibility? How does someone know this? Because there is nothing to loose therefore nothing to learn. Only knowing matters, because here matter holds all the knowledge. Be here and there is a silent harmony playing within the corridors of our blood stream. This is how we will come to know our true nature. Living is here to elevate ourselves to natural beings, able to transform their light into everlasting physical radiance across this cosmos like the sun.

Nebula art

In church we learn a sun has sacrificed itself and rose after 3 days to save us all. In science we acknowledged the sun helped spawn life and that it has a beginning and end. Only we have always known we will never see an end or a beginning to anything. At least anything we can remember past our first joy, our first pain and our last great mistake. Our ego will not accept that we can not create, that we are all a constant witness to transformation. Always judging the miracle of our existence to be impossible, something beyond our own doing.

That we did not come from the great energy pulsing within two humans and their hearts like twin roses reaching for the sun, growing thorns to keep out others and safeguard their symbiotic nature. On earth and in the space all around. This is a signature of our faith and the walls protecting the motion of the wave of the ever present power within connecting us all. This is my constitution of our never ending journey back to accepting the answer knows about us.

 

 

NaviGate Round The Doubt

Clarity on Spincycle

Surface to get more

water, breathe out

 

She|lter is in

outside visible

hiding the minds man|sion

 

Holy knows blood rains

she who survives her words

is immaculate and fertile

speak to me angel

 

when this pilot crash lands

in heaven holding

wheel shaped hands

losing control, faithflies

 

growing wings of wealth

flying to close to the moon

revolting against revolution

 

with no head, heart kissing france

all ears carry earth sound

blessing

the harmonic chaos

beyond life, onelevelution

Miracle made Man

A violin is being played

in a open field, across the street

it’s fall, orange the leaves

are red and ebony

 

Flying off  into

a space above water

the leaves are carried

by the notes

we see one fly

we hear one sound

 

played by a woman

in a field

full of no memory

listening to the future

 

now the man knows

what he feels

 

Earth Raise Light

Clear here to study

knowing no learning

getting hold of symbols

above my head

the luxury of insight

 

balloon in the cave

east of my bed

life sentences death

speed fell in joy

she slowy moving

rainbow in the night

 

open wall, believe we all

tie knots, two rings one knee

head first in soks

knitting joy to casket

at the dock everyday

 

light gives time a reason

Fall Moon high

Rise Low Sun Earth

Will Who Be I

Will Who

Be I

Four Three

Two One

 

action lifts life on eyes

vision de day all

read each one is here

A knowledge being, for

 

we the passengers

 

Stop is motion

ready and moving

in round being colourfull

all is one everyday

endless be one possible

 

This one Who is

One I We Why

 

All Direction is Curved

The streets

smile at my eyes

a happy foundation

we trust, feel walk steady

 

Moving bones

idea’s of emotion

the sound of everyone

clear as rain

 

See the red umbrella

Listen, the shape shakes

in the drain takes

the streets fall

under this weather

 

wet well fed

dissapointed

from down blue

sky leaks

smiling at it’s peak

not in words

leading the sheep

 

up on a planet

in space this energy

there is no direction

round goes here

fornever allstays