re:

i am a giant squid

Now, after revisiting my past and realizing where I really am,
about to obtain stature in a solid place,
gain back my innocence that is so prominent,
as i feel like i have spread my philosophy to all corners of the world
and this was not done purposefully, however
i have unleashed a certain amount of energy unto the world
which i can now sense tenfold
time to let go of all that was once known
all the pain and all the love
so much love was allowed to endure throughout my years and relationships
an impeccable feeling on so many levels.
now i feel like a giant squid.
how much of what i put out into the world, now lies in landfills
how many lie dusty in the corners of unknown places.
i have collected many lives in my closet,
i believe it is time to set them free.
for life is but our own, to learn the insides and outs
and become a manifesting creature in the etheric realm
time to release the energy prisoners,
i did not understand that i had kept myself one.
there is no value or worth to tomorrow,
those thoughts meant for you alone, for only my eyes
now they are all here in this memoir;
this is a reminder of all that i cannot remember,
all that i have experienced is now a blur,
and i am not tempted to keep

(i am)

going..

ceramic sculptures by eden grey

FIGMENT (of my imagination)


ANDRODGYNOUS PLANT BEING


TREE HAND


TREE WOMAN

-eden grey

an excerpt from "Time Travelers"...

"Up to par, we are far, hours of pennies in my jar, a chance, I may have this dance, with some sergeant sold, and spent.

Take a second out for goodness’ sake as into the glass the copper breaks, as I am last in line again, you are third, as we combine the word. Vocals become text as I was last, now I’m next fulfilling backbones bent and spines tangled, the wires of our brains become a mangled mess as we are transported telepaths through squares and dare not ask why. The filaments fry, embossed with curves and scents that cost us cells.

You tell us so much of what’s inside your spaghetti’s recipe and such, from the place that has been carved out of your maple face, grains I trace in ellipses on their axes. Converted mixed and sniffled rosemary, a rhombus hazel craze of ‘hope’. Tourist, why did you underline navel, put a dot next to a less than sign. These sine wave ripples never end, frequencies of the LFO’s bend, we all follow the robot trend, desensitized from hours as they turn to seconds.

See you tomorrow in five years, dive into the blue planet with open ears, see you in Venus’ hollow sphere, contrived, a castle, forlorn to hear."

-EDENTATA

the alien fruit...

I could slice them all day.

A MANIFESTO:

Here is a public declaration of a new perspective for consideration.

At the closing of the Piscean age, we are processing information more rapidly than ever before in history.

Our awareness is vital to our advancements and progression as a universal consciousness.

We have been patronized by society while serving our survival sentences.

This is because we have been told we are free when we really are not, in many cases of what the word entails.
The word, "free", has thirty-six definitions on dictionary.com.

My patience for the desensitization of my human brothers and sisters has worn.

The time is now, the world leader repetitively states and hypnotizes the world.

Now is the time; i sing in my lowest tone, for I sense the rapid communication of energies and attempt to factor in every entity and experience.

corpus alienum:

Across the Room

"I am talking from a distance, from across the room..."

She fades

She blurs

sideways 

gestures

music taking over

and in

out or below
She is

She spins

She drills

partakes in thrills

and chimes, lost time

for years, no dates, no nines

endeavors, she whistles

her spine

sends shivers

and guides

detached 

and drenched

remedy

clenched, clutched

leading,

She is sideways pulled under

the bubbles

She sings

apart from sand

cadence

three voices 

heard clear

in this cadence

three voices

it dawned like the dusk

this dunce epiphany embroidering

FX processing every second

i am out there

baby blue and black

sedated,

in so many places

dizzy to the orchestra

i found Eurydice last night

She is gone with the wind now

Fortitruder, Stitch I and II

Death Spliced Gardens of Paradise

A census of hallucinations;

A paranormal connection.

The night before the full moon,

but where to be found, was Eden?

Seemingly outside herself in

a distorted glass head reflection,

She is a bow-tie wearing apparition

in autosaved formats of disconnected communication;

In this tirade, desensitized blockade of wires,

Eyes lost in the sky, the stars seem to change colors;

I will thank her for my pointy limbs,

and be sure to send her a mother's day card.