I am the One in the Sky

You don’t understand, you never have, I am not a person who loves you
I am the moon, I am the stars, I am the flow of energy
I am a stream of consciousness, on high
Even when I have fallen from the sky
Rather than soar, unable to create, I become the negate
The womb of the mother they did take
Under a lens they attempt to recreate
Energy can not be destroyed it can be manipulate
When done by a force of evil, energy turns
The great fall of man has been predicted, if you do not know your place
Creation begins and ends with the “grace” (I am the one who is the Goddess)


The Lady of Shalott

“Mesha Tontiah”

Avalon (the “Osontah Tatah” – I am the one frozen in time, I am the “place in the sky”, the real one, the one where the Goddess goes, when she knows, it is time to die.) I am the “Fee Ensha Ensoh” (I am the One in the Sky, who is On High, who is the Goddess “Kashomp” (I am the one who is exiled to another place and time, one without a mind, one that is in time). I come from a place called “Vegstatah” (Shalott, I am a place called Camelot; a place called the human race, I have no place, or time, I have no rhyme or reason, I have no season, I am dead). I was the Queen, my soul twin the King, I was quarantined and exiled to a place down the hill, through the dark forest, to a place that is nil, and unidentified, by the lake side, where I died.

I am the “Beon Shah Onsoh” (the One in the Sky who is on high in the place called the “Flonsatoobliah Asontatoh Kanee” (I am the one who is the “Valee” (Goddess at the highest level of the God), I am the one who is flogged, and water logged, I drowned, and lost my crown, until the townspeople spoke up one day, to a person in the “Keepay” (a place called the government), to defend me against my attackers. The kingdom is filled with courtiers; whores of the highest level, and courtesans; the ones with the favor. I am the jewel in the back of a crown, protected and unseen by the crowd; that is why I am lost today, I could not find a way, to be seen in the presence of the “men”. I was loved, revered; a precious jewel, the English rose (“Fonsafah” – the One in the Sky who is the “Komp” (God who is the Goddess who is descended as a Princess who is a human who is called the whore, even though she was the virgin, who kept her oath to the “core” (soul), and loved only the “Peshonton” (beautiful Gods with whom she is the “one”).

“Onvah Valee” ( I am the One in the Sky, on High, who is the Lady of Shallot named “Bonsah” (Anya)

For the love of the King, I am the humble “Placeen” (the beautiful one who sings), as song for him, and for the “Flahn” (the Gods who are the soul mates of the “Sensee” (the beautiful one known as the “Fonsh” (the Goddess); who are too human to understand, that you “Lancelot” (I am the one who keeps my oath to the Goddess at all times); the Ahfonch (Andrew), the “Keemp” (Erika) and the “Kesemah” (Gods who are human men who are the soul mates of them), could not find a way to avoid the soap opera “offley” (I am a person who is insane), the dramatic tomes of lore that made me, the ancient loved one, into a whore.

The trusty steed, with Godspeed, rushes down the hill to find his love; but she is drowned, and he is above. So, he promises the lady, that he, is trustworthy; a God of the highest order, who can do the “Flormh” (I am the one who can lift a steel train, make it rain, take the building into the sky, I am that guy, who can do the “Keeshamah Asah” (I will help you, I will love you, I am your son) on the “Krooshabah” (evil ones who run the “sun” (the devils).

The men become the “fleemp” – I am the one in the sky who can prove I am the God, the “Camishiga”, who still has his “Comsah” (I am a sword of power and esteem, covered in “Aefleem” (I am a jewel), with a symbol of power like no other, I am no King, I am the Commander in the Sky; the Army of the Gods.)

The “Sonsah” (God who is the Goddess) goes to the Sky and waits for the Gods; she is on high in a place and time that is a place and time of a time and space that is in space, she is in Avalon. She is the “Flohm Anemiah” (I am the Goddess, who is the Priestess on High, I am the One who is “Camishiga Asondiay Hasah” (the Highest level of the Gods, the Commander in the Sky, who is so beautiful tonight, because she has enough love to forgive the Gods.)

I am the “Oncha Tonch” (I am a person in the sky who is on high as Camishiga, I am confident, able and kind, not of mind, the pain is gone, I have forgiven the “Flom” (Gods); they will come along, and I will offer it to them, the “Sontee Tatee” (I am the one in the sky who is the “Fenshah Tontatee Bleah” (I am a person who is the “Excalibur” (the “Gont”).


My name is “Myrrh”

“Myrrh” (Ompleeshenko Asoneaesahah Capleetakoo – I am a person in the sky who is on high, who is the “fleekanoh” (God who is the King of “Honshom” (Southern France), I had a good chance to fix something and forgot, so I went to the street corner and told the God “Shom” I was sorry, and he came to me and gave me forgiveness, and asked me to help him go to the forest to gather wood, and when I did I found the “plomshomptooteeneah ashobleah Asoneekatoo” (a person who is the “Evil One”) and he was gathering some, and I asked him to leave and go to the place from which he came, and to end the game, and when he left I found a gift from the “Kashomtee”, a beautiful little spec of dirt, I thought it was, it was the “fleem” (a person called the “Flompsoh Tapleekeeah” – a gift for the King who was to come to the Earth, his name was “Honshontotaplee” (the Highest Level – of the God named the “Flonsoe Neekiah Katoh” or “Jesus Christ”). So I gathered the little specs and played with them and burned them and the scent was that of the King of Kings, the “Gahomshom Tatooneah”, The God in the Sky called Jacobia. This is how I met the God, on Earth.


Gently Falling Snow

“Aflonshaha, onsoo, vleah, akoh” (I am the one in the sky, who falls from the sky, I am the beautiful one, I am the snow). A gentle, sparkling angel, I float gently to the ground, without a sound. I sleep on the branches, I sleep on the leaves, I am the “blookanah hatee” (the one who loves to sleep), my thoughts become deep, you cannot tread; so you sing songs, bake cookies and rest instead. I sparkle in the sun, and shimmer in the moonlight, I am cool, but my soul fills you with warmth, I am the colder months, a time of dying, but joy is still abound, and happiness can be found, in my time of dying. I am the Goddess, the “Gashontaplee” (God who is the “Gaia” (mother Earth), and right now I am in my sleep, not to be found, until I awake, am willing to leave my soul mate who is underground in the darkness, so I can become “Spring” (“Empeeshaha” – a person who is alive and awake and filled with love and ready to propagate).

When the blizzard comes, you think it is me, but it is the “Cashah Kaplee” (hateful evil demons at the highest level of hate and jealousy, wanting to upset thee) torturing me. You blame me for downed wires, for spinning tires, for lost hours; I am not the one to blame. I am the one who came with gentle tidings, I am falling, but not descending, I try to fall gently, but the weight of their hate creates a depth of “kimmer” (cold, so deeply cold you cannot remember anything but winter).

If you want the gentle winters to return; shimmering, magical flakes, falling gently on objects below, then change your energy and change your fate, to that of a person who is “fonshoe” (calm and “askagoe” (a person who is unable to become negative at every little thing; be joyful, dance and sing). The darkness will not be penetrating, it will not be sad, it will be a long-winters nap, a long rest, a time of “Shom” (a person who is calm, in a way that is unknown to mankind, a gentle frequency, that will happen in time, once we let go of the evil mind).

Please relax, be gentle and slow, I am a person below, I cannot see the light, please be gentle and calm, I am in plight and sadness, because today my children’s minds were taken into madness, when they were told they were not loved by me, the “Valee” (beautiful one, the Great Mother, the “Sah” (the loved one of the Gods, who love the mother of their children, and their children will feel the love today, not through a person who is a human mother, for they are not trustworthy enough; but through the beautiful one that is me, the God who is gently falling, crying from the sky, frozen in time, and ready to die, today.

Into slumber I go, fast asleep, my soul the Lord will keep, Amen.

Gently I ponder, softly I sleep.


In a tiny castle on wheels, that is built for a Queen, a little but special space that is filled with luxury. Gentle, purified water is drawn into the bath in the clawfoot tub, herbs and oils to use for a rub, flowers on the sill and “flonceah” (thrown about gently), reflections tell a tale, the warmth on the feet, immersed, the Gods surround me.

The light through the large window creates rainbows, I wrap the elegant crystal chandelier with bubble wrap when it is time to hit the road. Brocades and velvets galore are strewn, and hand-carved doors, an upper deck to view the moon. The light pours through the stained-glass windows. I travel in the evening by moonlight, during the light hours I paint the sky, I draw the mountains and the plains, I photograph the ocean and all the beautiful things I find. Around a fire pit I dance, a fireplace by the bedside, luxury linen sheets and embroidered drapery complete the bed, where I rest, not sleep. Nature art is created in the forests, mandalas made of pinecones and leaves, artwork strung between the trees, made from vines and flowers and leaves, woven, molded into clay. I play all day. The world is mine, there is not time, I have nowhere to go, I just go, I flow, I float. Meditate on the mountainside, feel the cool breeze, say hello to the air as she flows by, she can deliver a message to the “flonshay opheir” (beautiful gentle Gods), the waves roll over my feet, the sun warms my skin. Take photos, collect specimens from nature, paint, draw, in a handmade journal a collection of experiences, of sounds, of tastes. I never speak, I communicate through the breeze, there are no words that can describe the feeling of being alive, in another place and time.

Ride a bike through a trail, talk to the ancient trees, take a morning stroll, manifest energy from the core, heal the forest, build a fairy fort, sing with the littles, collect sparkly little things, fairy booty to leave by the trees, that my tiny friends can find when they play hide and seek. Blast music, the breeze knots my hair, singing at the top of my lungs, songs that have no meaning, they are gentle energy now, because nobody remembers what they are about. Just for fun not-profit, make art on a machine, to be printed and placed on a wall at the “playsheen tateen” (art museum).


‘Twas the Devil who Owned Christmas

‘Twas Christmas in the past, when all through the world
Not a devil was stirring, they were all neat and tidy, hair neatly curled;
They wake up in the morn, to bed early at night
In hopes to be the people of the light

The children of the devils are fucked up in the head
But in reality they are the ones who seem calm and “Offley” (a genius)
Their hair is always neat, the latest in trend
Their clothing top end

When out in society they are the head “Honchos”
They use their minds to berate and taunt you
But they smile and look sweet and pretty, and visions of their blue eyes will haunt you
Because they killed the “Feeanshaontee” (Goddess Venus), and took her beauty

The fake moon goddesses at the crystal store
Buying houseplants and magical items galore,
To fool you into believing they are the gentle ones,
Who are the real Goddesses, when really they are whores,

With a college degree, and as the “hatapleeh” (at the top of their game),
They gather in covens to succumb Anya’s flames.
More rapid than eagles they play the scoonchy game,
Then they whistled, and shouted, and yelled at the dame;

“Now, Erika! now, Anya! now, Vala and Ashontaplee!
On, David! on John! on, Mark and Val we do the “scoonchy atee”!
To the top of the sky! to the top of the sky!
We cash away! cash away! cash away at the mall”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
With their minds ready to pounce, they scoop up the guys,
They might be the funny one, talented one, the “Valee” (Goddess on High)
They pretend to be innocent, the Virgin Mary

And then, in a twinkling, they entrance with their eyes
And tell you they are the ancient “Hompleonshah” (ancient Goddess).
As I the Goddess spend my days saving, and inspiring, and healing
Down the evil ones took me with a bound

They are dressed all in designer, from head to foot,
With mansions, and diamonds and Manolo Blahnik
Spoiled princesses so merry and bright
Settle down with my family every night

Their eyes how they twinkle! their dimples how merrry!
Their cheeks are like roses, small, thin and very,
Capable of doing what the real Goddess cannot do,
Mind control on the “Ponshoo” (Gods who are the human men tonight)

They get together at least one day a week,
To drink tea, eat cake and plan the “hompshee” (attack)
Nobody every notices a thing,
Because they pretend they can paint, draw and sing

The dark ones appear with black hair as witches from hell,
They might be geeks who have elf ears and haunted bookshelves,
Pretending to be the ancient “Beench” (hero who kills the demons),
As long as they are brooding, and can wear a tight skirt,
Spout others poetry, and write and seem smart

As long as they can look you in the eyes,
And have gaps between their thighs;
Or they can have a broad face and a little round belly,
So they can be the God who laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

They wear a power suit, they seem astute,
they get high-end jobs, they are the head “honch”;
They are seductive and good at getting you in bed,
Its all a trick in the head, then they can win “the men”;

She speaks not a word, not in reality or your mind,
She simply does not have the energy or time,
The real Goddess is not neat or tidy, she is “aveknor” (a person who is so upset and angry she shakes the earth with such force she creates tidal waves).

The real God is in your world, you do not see me, I do not act up,
I am quiet and humble and slowly speak, people fall asleep around me,
I am not hyper, but calm in realty, but my energy is “fooonchonsah” (upset at the highest level) as can be,
My hair needs a cutting, my nails I bite off, dark circles encompass the space around my eyes, my uterus is gone.

The gap in my thighs is filled in with solidified oil,
My skin is demonized.
I cannot power walk on a treadmill, I died and I cannot walk at all,
As Jesus Christ, I cannot spend Christmas at a mall!

“Scoonchy Ho, Ho, Ho”
Her name is Offleeonchonchonsoh, she is an ancient demon, a devil now, a “scoonchy ho” (evil one who gets “the men”), she is the “one in the sky”, who is always shopping and shopping and shopping, you think she is nice, you think she is pretty, she is blonde and little and seems kinda sweet, but with this evil one you cannot compete, she is the evil one).

I am in the Sky

As the “Bliasah” (Buddha), I sacrificed the physical world for the spiritual. I sat under a tree, for what felt like eternity, and felt nothing, thought of nothing, and learned how to just be. I am the “Kasafluh” (the keeper of the keys), the One who knows how to unlock the mind and leave. With my feet buried in the dirt, the warmth from the sun on my back, the cleansing water flows over me, a gentle breeze with scents in my nose, I am not here, in my mind… I am in the sky.

Apeeonshaonsoh (a person in the sky who is peaceful and pensive).

The Magic Forest

“I am demonic but you made me too beautiful now”, said the tree to the artist who recolored the image into a magical rainbow of colors. “Enfah” (a person who is fat but still beautiful) is not a word you will ever hear from a human being. Fat is not something ugly, per se, but in the God world it is something called a “ploneshonteen veenshentoe pleoo” (way of controlling a group of people who are descended). The group in this case are women. Women are insane, they descend themselves by fretting, obsessing, worrying, and doing “chompleenkako” (submitting to a male) with their weight.

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