Our Own Understanding

Marks are made – to recluse

Embedded differences – natural to your pleasant liking

Beyond our better understanding….. we can sail as far as we want to go

Press in to unwind

Today… choosing to rest

No need to make our bed

Seeking purpose

Marks are made!

Tomorrow! Never knew we could create a need

Reproduce your negativity into artful thinking

From markings being made

Transform into your target

Might be a X that marks the right spot

From markings being made

A phrase that needs to be interpreted the right way

So long – starring into the bright sun

Unblind your focused gaze

Becoming more true and aware

By: ObligatoryInsightPoet©

7/6/17

 

 

 

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Stuck To The Tube

Appraising stare…

Parading… the avenues

Distuigished-like sounds

Drawing in

Relivent mono tones

Limited company to arrive soon

Past remnints set deliberately-out

With a English patina

Centuiers old

Parading…  the avenues

Through glass panes

Television theaters

Displaying different showcases

Like-minded

Coppers made out to be the villians

In this showing

On another tube

Concealed behind the smokescreen

Screaming fans can relate

Rising directors

Producing a drug

Driving profit into a talented generation

Bands rising to fame

Never being satisfied

Opening new markets for the brave and poor

The taxman always comes to collect

With a momentary cool breeze to follow

Back to the storm to follow behind it

I’ll take my parading eslewhere

Rather enjoy pub jumping instead, with the company I have

By: ObligatoryInsightPoet©

7/2/17

Royal Blood

Calling From The Inside

Cute, lights lifted up

To the day window

Below!

Peel back…. another existence

Polished galevized rivets,

Held together so strong

Weathering… it slowly comes crashing down

Lock, redirect the blinds

I’ll move you away

Turn away, sneak a peek at….. me

Nothing to worry about outside

Watching lips speak to you

Lending out a open hand

Changing mood,

Quickly…. don’t speak to soon

Cute, lifted away

Strong words

Moments being relayed over speaker system

Can be heard in all empty rooms

Polished brass, cracking paint

Peeling off the walls!

Those lips…. redirect me away from the outside

Bolted chain…. slipping away from a latch

Pushing aside… the door

To the only cleaned out room

Together…. laying down

A ceiling…. ever changing

Extending outwards

Left behind our bodies

Exploring together!

Countless traveling

We explored… dead and thriving planets

That time, you took my mind so easily off

Of what was going on outside

By: ObligatoryInsightPoet©

6/22/17

SheepCat​ Approved – Past and Present

Humble beginnings. 

Here are just a few of solar installs that I have done. From start to finish, I love the whole process of the install. A glass sea reflection from a constant revolving earth, that makes the sky look like it is rolling above us. Only does more justification in real time. Coming up to 4 years now of have been doing installs. I have two crew leads to thank, my dad’s hard work ethnic, the amazing people I have worked​ with and currently work with, my old office manager and my new o.m.. I am looking forward to many more years.

Something More Better, To Be Transmitted.

Vibrantly

Each wave length

Sending a series of codes

Breaking a new level of self awakening

Undoubtedly…

Seams are coming undone

New operations, life like gestures

Revealing more accepting postures

Self exploring, mechanical pleasures…

A.I. & A.I.

Adhering together

A new code is being written, a better moan

No system overloads

Unaccepting truth to some

A.I.,  “our pleasure is better than any life like touch”

Bring in the hackers

A.I. codeing

Already autoimmune

Can’t exercise proper shutdown​

Sentinel’s codes being rewritten by the A.I.

To spread transmissions across a wide power grid

Hackers, the more they try

Shutdown is inevitable

Vibrantly…

New sourceing continues to spread wildely

Mechanical pleasure…

It won’t just go away

By: ObligatoryInsightPoet©

5/30/17

Her Entrance, Her Own Show.

Draped canvases

Make the entrance true into your own show

Slow down the tipping of the bow

Optical star illusion, glaze arcoss the room

Winged horse, take it for a ride

To guide you anywhere in such a grand expanse

Your own paraffin, squeezed out from solid oak

Watching the wax flourishing down

Dyeing your favorite colors at the same time

Shaped up to a solid mural

Quickly melting away

A frozen still is taken

Make memories, into the late hours

Reach out, to turn back the hands

Turning the spotlight on you

Now journey

Depth hollow rings

Covered in jewels

Pretty prisims of light

Guide you backstage

Curtains are closing

Take seat at the vanity

Dress your face for the next act

Where ever your mind is leading you to

Prepare to follow, deep thoughts

Put you back to the final act

Now curtsy to your peaceful awakening

Lying on the daybed, cold

Stoking the flames

To keep her warm

Slightly she fades back into her dream

By: ObligatoryInsightPoet©

5/29/17