Much to do about Musings

For I think I shall then supply myself with the poems of my soul and of immortality.

“The mind of a writer can be a truly terrifying thing. Isolated, neurotic, caffeine addled, crippled by procrastination, consumed by feelings of panic, self-loathing and soul-crushing inadequacy… and that’s on a good day.”

—   Robert De Niro (via nordravn)

(Source: psych-facts, via nordravn)

“There are poems
inside of you
that paper can’t
handle.”

—   (via hacelgrace)

(Source: rustyvoices, via enigmatic-being)

“Philosophers love all of life enough to ask the questions that spark the flame of evolution in the minds of great men- TDM”

—   ©TDM
cosmicpositive:

Carl Sagan on books.

cosmicpositive:

Carl Sagan on books.

(via pleiadian-starseed)

There came a moment of clarity when I asked myself out loud “what are you looking for?” And after one failed marriage and a child out of wedlock I had absolutely no idea But it was apparent I still hadn’t found it yet. With my second marriage on the rocks I started to assess that maybe what I was looking for so tirelessly wasn’t something that could be found externally in others and things but in life itself, and above all my life. I understood that what I was looking for was SELF. I became aware. Conscious. And a beacon in my heart was turned on and I radiated Light. And where I went Light went with me and shined upon everything I touched and showed me love ❤️ When I could see love without touch, then I could feel love grow. It grew so mighty and so fast that I myself was no longer traveling with Light…..I.was.LIGHT

-TDM

“Are we cursed to forever live only in stolen moments? - TDM”

—   TheDawn Marie (via atimeofequallightanddark)
Again and Again and Again
 
 
I know the buzz of mowers and I know the drum of snow
I know fantasy and illusion; I know the heart beat of a stars glow
I know it all of Earth and I know it true blue
I know it all enough to let it go on demand, on cue
 
I hear the buzz of snow and the drum of mowers and winze at my silly little game, mildly going insane
I tell fantasy he is illusion and illusion that he is fate
I mangle them so well they devour all I create
The star misses a beat in darkness and chaos knows precedent destiny will make or break
A luxury it is to be like so well, but a slate is a slate
Gravity must greet its birth without a moment to wait
 
Eleven dawns 
Eleven knights
To what end I do not speak 
Darwinian evolution for the biblical meek
I care not for I am alive, more alive then I have ever been
Grant me my heaven or granted me my sin
I will do it again for happiness and love, again and again and again

                                                                              ©TDM 

Again and Again and Again

 

 

I know the buzz of mowers and I know the drum of snow

I know fantasy and illusion; I know the heart beat of a stars glow

I know it all of Earth and I know it true blue

I know it all enough to let it go on demand, on cue

 

I hear the buzz of snow and the drum of mowers and winze at my silly little game, mildly going insane

I tell fantasy he is illusion and illusion that he is fate

I mangle them so well they devour all I create

The star misses a beat in darkness and chaos knows precedent destiny will make or break

A luxury it is to be like so well, but a slate is a slate

Gravity must greet its birth without a moment to wait

 

Eleven dawns 

Eleven knights

To what end I do not speak 

Darwinian evolution for the biblical meek

I care not for I am alive, more alive then I have ever been

Grant me my heaven or granted me my sin

I will do it again for happiness and love, again and again and again

                                                                              ©TDM 

(Source: atimeofequallightanddark)

Save the Kids
 
All symbols of humanity were outlawed
Only their corporate logos were allowed after the fall.
 
All language was abolished
Only viral communication that was monitored was acknowledged
 
But you can never kill an idea; it always mutates into a Dream
They can never silence the ghosts of your mandated Memory Clean
 
The brave stopped wearing logos; a small pocket Rebellion
The children of Nature no longer a guild, but now the seeds of Myth & Legend
 
Channeling ancestors and their ancient knowledge
They learned once more the root of oneness; where Living became a college
 
A Rosen Bridge of color now invoked how they dressed
No longer caring who they impressed
 
Their movement became more Ch’i
You see to move with the shadows as well as the Light
You need a perfect balance of Red Chakra from body, Gold energy from Earth and the Souls unseen all in White
 
RETALIATION
 
The hunters can no longer hunt; their prey has gotten Wise
The Red Queen Hypothesis is true; don’t believe the Lies
 
They black Bag, Squander and Squash out all that they can
Referring to themselves as The Man
 
But in this time of terror and fear
The strangest thing starts to Appear
 
The elders, the beginning leaders in our Story
The makers of Glory
 
∞YELL OUT ∞
 
In ham and E, majored and minored
In unison and then Expired
 
Born once more through Sound we rippled
Leaving the “Self-Proclaimed Source” Crippled
 
People started to talk again
Unregulated
Unlawed
Then started feeling embarrassed and Appalled
 
‘How did we let this happen?’
‘And for so long’
‘Where did we all go wrong?’
 
★CHANGE★
 
Instantly the movement Spread
But even though it had found its voice it remained quietly moving appearing as if dead
 
 ✪EVOLUTION✪
 
We now know the game that is being played; we also now know it.is.a.game
So guess what world No one is insane!
 
You only saw in Violet because they blocked your view with Red
Sex, Money, Power constantly pumping wavelengths in your Head
 
* You are the Zombies! And not the television kind or the Internets version of the walking dead
 
Other people get glimpses, a peak at The Man behind the curtain and are drugged to Forget
It was in this moment that Source realized his untapped weapon and rose up from Regret
 
Fighting to remain in control it Said
“I know exactly where to hurt them most, I know exactly how to make them Beg”
 
 POSION THE KIDS
    Ritalin, Methylphenidate, Adderall, Prozac
    ADHD, ADD, OCD, ODD, Anxiety, Anorexia 
    Lexapro, Zoloft, Zyprexa, Meridia
    Obesity, Insomnia, Fatigue
    Bi-polar, Pica
    Purging
    EPHEBIPHOBIA
                                                  ©TDM
 

Save the Kids

 

All symbols of humanity were outlawed

Only their corporate logos were allowed after the fall.

 

All language was abolished

Only viral communication that was monitored was acknowledged

 

But you can never kill an idea; it always mutates into a Dream

They can never silence the ghosts of your mandated Memory Clean

 

The brave stopped wearing logos; a small pocket Rebellion

The children of Nature no longer a guild, but now the seeds of Myth & Legend

 

Channeling ancestors and their ancient knowledge

They learned once more the root of oneness; where Living became a college

 

A Rosen Bridge of color now invoked how they dressed

No longer caring who they impressed

 

Their movement became more Ch’i

You see to move with the shadows as well as the Light

You need a perfect balance of Red Chakra from body, Gold energy from Earth and the Souls unseen all in White

 

RETALIATION

 

The hunters can no longer hunt; their prey has gotten Wise

The Red Queen Hypothesis is true; don’t believe the Lies

 

They black Bag, Squander and Squash out all that they can

Referring to themselves as The Man

 

But in this time of terror and fear

The strangest thing starts to Appear

 

The elders, the beginning leaders in our Story

The makers of Glory

 

∞YELL OUT

 

In ham and E, majored and minored

In unison and then Expired

 

Born once more through Sound we rippled

Leaving the “Self-Proclaimed Source” Crippled

 

People started to talk again

Unregulated

Unlawed

Then started feeling embarrassed and Appalled

 

‘How did we let this happen?’

‘And for so long

‘Where did we all go wrong?’

 

CHANGE

 

Instantly the movement Spread

But even though it had found its voice it remained quietly moving appearing as if dead

 

 EVOLUTION

 

We now know the game that is being played; we also now know it.is.a.game

So guess what world No one is insane!

 

You only saw in Violet because they blocked your view with Red

Sex, Money, Power constantly pumping wavelengths in your Head

 

* You are the Zombies! And not the television kind or the Internets version of the walking dead

 

Other people get glimpses, a peak at The Man behind the curtain and are drugged to Forget

It was in this moment that Source realized his untapped weapon and rose up from Regret

 

Fighting to remain in control it Said

“I know exactly where to hurt them most, I know exactly how to make them Beg

 

 POSION THE KIDS

    Ritalin, Methylphenidate, Adderall, Prozac

    ADHD, ADD, OCD, ODD, Anxiety, Anorexia 

    Lexapro, Zoloft, Zyprexa, Meridia

    Obesity, Insomnia, Fatigue

    Bi-polar, Pica

    Purging

    EPHEBIPHOBIA

                                                  ©TDM

 

“I am Me and that is normal, not the other way around - TDM”

—   TheDawn Marie (via atimeofequallightanddark)
DawnieMarie
 
Dawnie Marie was in the menagerie picking her roses of Red
When all of a sudden she tripped and she fell for something had hit her Leg
 
What could this Be?
Oh my, Oh me she had fallen in a place for the Dead
And all of a sudden horror she could not believe what she saw, what she seen, what she Read
 
Here lies Dawn
Her soul may be Gone
But this be her immortal Bed
Forevermore in eternal darkness is what her epitaph Said
 

 ©TDM
Radios in my Head

Follow the trail of fire ants into the night; Like cattle we drive on
All singing the same song
Of a place that makes us feel safe.

We creep closer and closer
a mop of tarnished brains
Finding comfort in the fact that our lives are not the only ones, going down the drain

We have no where else to go; but at least we’re all here
The gates are getting closer
The band is almost near

                                                                                                        © TDM
Conversations with LIGHT
©TDM
www.atimeofequallightanddark.tumblr.com
The Star.
©TDM
Drowning:
 
 
I’m drowning in my sea of blue
Completely consumed
Yet one hand still reaches high
High above the waves
Waiting for a rescuing hand
To resurrect me from the depths of the beyond, that has no end
And saves me from being lost forever
 
Every time I scream into the hollow
Echoing for salvation
With no voice echoing back
I sink further and further into the abyss
And at this point I am becoming fearful that the time is drawing near
Where only fingertips are left to grasp
And if no one yanks me from my anchor, I will soon cease to exist
 
I stop breathing in order to hear a soft voice
A voice locked behind a door in my head
Saying “Save yourself”
“No one is coming”
“Save yourself”
 
But I can’t, I scream
I’ve allowed myself to dive into what seemed to be shallow waters
And now have found myself treading against a current that only grows bigger and stronger with each passing day
I have now become too weak to save myself
To beaten to rise above
To tired to fight any longer
 
All I have is a hand
Reaching toward the sky
Holding on to a thread of hope
These fingertips reaching are the last piece of me
Of a person trying to remember
Energy
Dreams
Happiness
Life



                                                 ©TDM 

Drowning:

 

 

I’m drowning in my sea of blue

Completely consumed

Yet one hand still reaches high

High above the waves

Waiting for a rescuing hand

To resurrect me from the depths of the beyond, that has no end

And saves me from being lost forever

 

Every time I scream into the hollow

Echoing for salvation

With no voice echoing back

I sink further and further into the abyss

And at this point I am becoming fearful that the time is drawing near

Where only fingertips are left to grasp

And if no one yanks me from my anchor, I will soon cease to exist

 

I stop breathing in order to hear a soft voice

A voice locked behind a door in my head

Saying “Save yourself”

“No one is coming”

“Save yourself”

 

But I can’t, I scream

I’ve allowed myself to dive into what seemed to be shallow waters

And now have found myself treading against a current that only grows bigger and stronger with each passing day

I have now become too weak to save myself

To beaten to rise above

To tired to fight any longer

 

All I have is a hand

Reaching toward the sky

Holding on to a thread of hope

These fingertips reaching are the last piece of me

Of a person trying to remember

Energy

Dreams

Happiness

Life

                                                 ©TDM 

(Source: atimeofequallightanddark)