"When I say I love you, please believe me." He sang.

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Ah...Will ....but will thou grant what frayed madness doth encroach upon this crackpot when the midnight hour should strike, long 'ere we continue speaking of indescribable and pitiful love?

Only infinite love is indescribable and untouchable to human hearts..

Infinite as the cosmos is, we most assuredly can hope that the deathless wanderlust of the hopeless romantics of this world will bring them unsurpassable and breathtaking spiritual views only afforded to those who have struggled to climb towards the great buddhic mountain of reality and truth.

A Deathless Wanderlust

Beyond the streams of light,

Past all the creeks and fissures

Travel the hopeless romantics;

Seeking that perfect wisdom

of truth and reality known

but to those who have gone beyond;

Gone beyond the great divide of illlusion

Cleaving only to the indescribable drop

within the etheric heart..and sushumna.

Will thou takest my hand and heart

to dare travel that steep and rugged path?

Grant that wish and will that hope

as I will, he sang.

My life is steep and rugged

My hands are opened

Love been hopeless to me

But the light still upon my sight

Love is only reason we

Come this life

You sounds like a little dream big bird/ apollo...

Dreams are the stuff that we are made of.

Like the Phoenix which rises out of its own ashes,

So the dreambirds of life rise up from its ashes

And fly away into the sunset of the apollo moonscapes.

Many are the rocky hills in life that one must fly over

where the moons, birds, shadows and dreams

All blend into screambirds of hopelessness.

(sorry but that is the best I could think up in poetic form at this late hour. Maybe another day will gift me with a better rhythmic flow and poesy that is iambic pentameter in shape and form. :()

Frayed

Are you cooking? Madam

The smell like game

Cough cough cough

Airless force me wings away

Selfish people play games

Dig happiness from ones wounds

Even In god's name

Breakfast is scorched and served,

Offered on a silver platter of whims

When whispers smiles and grins;

Wings of moonbirds float along,

Lifted up by fun and happy, happy happy;

I take to the high thermals and pray that

Happiness floats along with

you as well as all others,

In god's name we trust.

(This is a much improved effort from the previous postings. Perhaps I might get a checkmark for these efforts, you think? )

Frayed.

The size of your brain is shown

for vanity of check mark

plus dishonest name

What makes the world runs insecurity

The wo/man who play games

What a shame

How I wish you are not a Chinese

Cat

Carry on with your game

Bed time

Bye

or is it vanity of vanities?

Anyway, my nick name is accurate and honest..

I am a crackpot, as are most who exist in this world, one way or another.

The insecurities of this world and life come about not because of

of "games" people play, but because humour is no longer a staple of

our daily life....only grim and grime, lay down and die, poop and scoop,

where shame and name go hand in hand with fame and games.

No games are played here, but certainly humour is ripe when strife

is rife in a world gone mad and a crackpot is only known as a

crockpot...to cookup a smorsgadbord of nonense posts.

I hope I have explained myslef as well as any crockpot can, and hope you

have as much fun posting words as I have had. Take care...

Frayed

Bedtime?

Daytime?

What time is it?

Has the sun risen?

Have the mice gone to sleep?

Have the birds flown away?

Am I chinese?

No...but I do have china in my china cabinet

*sigh*

Flayed

Are you see only one part of globe?

Sun has fairly shining

Everywhere

When the mice sleeping under your bed

Fat cat is taking a sunbath beyond my house

Birds love simple honesty

Some Chinese here are faked

By other face

Your name has no history

Your exist in Fray

A decade

Yes...I now must confess all of my sins to you...

I have existed for a long time. I have no history...because the past is always the present, as is the future...meaning that there is no past or future...only the present.

That is a complex theory that can only be proven when a multidimensional universe can be proven by science...doesn't look as if that has happened yet.

Every human mind is preoccupied with past thoughts. This is the reson you see only the past. No one really sees anything.He sees only his thoughts projected outward.The mind's preoccupation with the past is the cause of the misconceptions about time from which your seeing suffers.Your mind cannot grasp the present, which is the only time there is. It therefore cannot understand time, and cannot, in fact, understand anything. The one wholly true thought one can hold about the past is that it is not "here". To thnk about it at all is therefore to think about "illusions".

Very few have realized what is actually entailed in picturing the past or in anticipating the future. The mind is actually blank whn it does this, because it is not really thinking about anything.

I will leave you now to continue to look at the little birds going to my birdfeeder that I have outside my window.

Frayed-Out

Your complex dogma is out. To sublime to higher level is revert to the primal theory. Leave aside the complex of preconceived or preoccupied. Return to the plain, simple, honesty and natural. Those sound are platitudinous; but few can really do. It must insight from the arduous experience of life to geminate the seed of wisdom.

Less complication,

Wisdom would explosion

Stop to confuse people

Let things be simple

World become beautiful and

Peaceful

Life is short...

There is a tendency to think the world can offer consolation and escape from problems that its purpose is to keep.

So you think, within the narrow time from birth to death, a little time is given you to use for you alone; a time when everyone conflicts with you, but you can choose which road will lead you out of conflict and away from difficulties that don't concern you.

Real choice is no illusion, but the world has none to offer.

All the world's roads only lead to disappointment, nothingness and death.

Forgive yourself your madness, and forget all senseless journeys and all goal-less aims.

They have no meaning. There is no path that does not lead to God.