A Prayer to the Always Azure Sky..

Seeing the sky in my eyes is like staring at the ocean,
assumed devotion seeing life through the eyes of someone else,

Pondering the Universal Puzzles...

I have always been puzzled about what my existance in this realm means?

In Re-Living life we see where our next step is possible,
but where do we cross into the impossible if the only path shown is the possible?

Does the impossible have its own path; or do we simply step off the beaten path we see?

Just feel the wind as it blows past you,

Could we possibly be an imposiblity in a world of the possible happenings?

Make the difference, and see the way your world changes...

Why do Romantic Relations seem to hold the hardest...

In a blur of emotion, she passes by me again..

Does love only show itself when you no longer spend your days searching it out?

Bitter sweet is the love of her and me,

feelin like we could go on forever her and me,

knowing something like WE couldn't exist when it comes to her and me,

-Breathing in the cold breath of the universe and cooling a burning heart,

Alot of memories good and bad; see it as envy of time spent yesterday,

reaching in myself replayin home movies of the him and she I wish was we,

used to be we were exchanging smiles and talkin later,

exchangin ideas and feelin the universal love we shared,

*breathe now*... If we ever were real then let it be said... I always cared...

The reason I have the ideaology that life is female is before the end of we, my whole was ever circling around she...

0.000458563 light years from your current location...

Thoughts expressed Via Satellite galaxies away, but I'm still that kid next door...

Does the sky really smile upon my existance?
Or does he he just enjoy how I be-friended death...?


soul flowing from zones unknown to the human existance,
galaxies away immeasurable distance...


breathing in the world energy with each new light year traveled,
just breezing by as I take my final desent my presence leaves even myself baffled...


falling but traveling forward sights so bright just a glance would take your breath away,
the shadow can be seen from high airs but felt to be the warmth that is humanities day...


deep breathing enables me to seal the demons that haunt my very existance,
now marveling at the champions of the all past with their resolve and inspirational brilliance...


-_- I see you... Are you ready? It's coming now and I'm off to greet it upon arrival, care to join me?-_-

as always, yours truly,
Chin up, Chest Out, Head in the Clouds...
Living with the universe at our fingertips...
VizitanFramNeptune

Is it cold in here or is it just me...

-_-Via Satellite-_- I express these thoughts, earthlings behold my day of all… question of this day is “Why?”


Why does cold make me bold,


I feel very old but still young in years,


Do the tears of an age make the world change,


The chaos makes my thoughts re-arrange; constantly inconsistent…



Now in this land of frozen tears; the world seems frozen over,


Loather of the loss of energy the home has lost,


All prejudice tossed aside, I saw how the world cried,


Slowly she told me of how her warmth had died,


Her womb now barren, and her face so cold no more tears her expression dried…



I wondered whether the weather would change with or without me,


If my say so could be looked beyond what it is, what is all I see,


Wondering the philosophical if my world is mine or the belonging to the environment it has shown to be; or am I just imagining the sound of empty space as more than just me...?

- Just breathing in the universe trying to gain a sense of direction to which way the south is, I'm ready to migrate to where warmth seems to be... Now why do I always seem to be in a cold place? Could Neptune be the place where my ends and our world begins... I LOVE YOU who ever you are because I see where life leaves that preverbial (w)hole. Only through universal love do we fill the gap between us and them so show them in the physical form of manifestation of the new US that we are not against them, but the idea that all of us are any different in the eyes of the universe.

Chin up, Chest out, and head in the Clouds
We Live with the Universe at our Fingertips
VizitanFramNeptune

An Epic to a Dark Hero... {Part 2 " The Collective"}

Those who heard the same call as the hero, the yearning to go to the Temple of the Elder Gods all joined the warrior in his camp. with a seeming knowledge of their arrival, he greeted them as they came. The first group approached cautiously not knowing what to expect, but knew this was the man they had been searching for. All of them introduced themselves to only only themselves but also to the warrior. They all saw a man about a hand taller than average and of medium build, but got the feeling of a great king was in their presence. They knew he was their leader. Among them was the woodsman wild by nature knowing his axe like an extension of his own arm. Next to make their introduction was the mage knowledgeable in the eastern arts of the world magick. Then introduced was the ranger, as quick to a joke as he was to his bow. Following him was the slave, a man now barbarian by nature made to survive the elements with nothing, he seemed to be made of stone. Days later two more joined the group. the first of the two was the healer, familiar with the medicine men of the far east and the deepest forests of southern swamps and of the great surgeons of the heavily civilized west, a vast library of medical knowledge in his capable hands; he was ready to serve the warrior. Finally was the knight, son of an archon trained to battle any foe and lead with honor and bravery. After discussion of current events, the topic of a name for this band of heroes came up, each member formed a name they thought fit the group. The warrior listened to all of them silent and calculating, he silenced the group quelling all with a word. He looked up and said with a solid voice "We are the Collective".  

An Epic to a Dark Hero... {Part 1}

-In the firs he resides among the spirits of his fallen comrades and companions, ReLiving every second of the war that he has yet to fight...


Feeling the new frost approaching, his mind moves to the hopeful early spring,
On the day of all he chose to battle the hordes of the deep evil that he felt approaching from the far distant tomorrow, seething with the compassion for the life that drove him to the front lines,
Never once considering death but his mind clouded with the vertigo that love crowded into his mind,
his love knowing no bounds pushed him to the very edge of existence...

The soft soffit of the early morning sky sending him the love that it could, and preparing for the hideous nature of the young warriors adversary,
The earth itself began to weep that her children would begin down the path of their destruction,
The wind howled as it ran from the armies of the dark seditonist warning the world over, and calling the world for the Heroes to take up arms and aid the young man prepare for what was to come...

On the side of the warrior you saw many from the prodigal to the poor,
both putting their differences aside to work to the savior of man,
They built this world and did not plan to let it be crushed before them silently,
Light houses established along the path were the Obelisks of the light of man,
preparation over these months had been made but still the Dark Army ever marched on approaching the world of man their plans beside the end of man were unknown...

Illusional Dismemberment {Are we slaves to what we see, or just to the illusions themselves?}

Does seeing more mean you have to endure?

why must sight be one our greatest plights?

Does breathing in the scenary, have to be pain varied?

New truth to me seems naked and absent, Am I so filled with the lies of my fellow man than even when thinking forward I am backward..? Does my constant fear of my newly sought truth make me a coward..? If not, then why am I afraid of the sun going down when my eyes are underground..? Truly though the dark warmness of the earth does give comfort... I have spent time enough to contort my sight to seek only what is REAL to me... Now I see nothing but my friends and me in this world illusion...

The darkness is illusion to the blind society of US

Chin up, Chest out, and head in the Clouds

we live with the Universe at our fingertips

VizitanFramNeptune

Breathing in the Universe... (Neptune_Cont'd...)

kinda just wanna talk, not about anything but everything in particular. Does that even make sense?

just kinda wondering bout life again... like should i go completely philosophical or go so literal that it can't be taken seriously.. LOL... idk just chillin out. day like 4ever on my soberiety trial... still kinda reading into the world gifts to us from... idk... but I'm so curious, I just want to know is all of what i say is possible is.. POSSIBLE... could this all be a dream on some deserted plane of existance... i kinda feel like I'm stuck in a nightmare... idk... GET it? Good  cuz i Don't...  LOL...

In a way I see a truth that I embrace and it has given new light to my life.... Like I feel like Neo in training, kinda wondering is Morpheus is full of it, or am I capable of bringing about everything. Doubt is the worst curse given with our Knowledge... I read alot recently... Neptune is quite possibly a possibility for the future... could all this be seen and change the ways of the corrupt could I help us take the step into the age of aquarius? While I contemplate the complexities of life, try to ESP me...

Head in the Clouds as always...
VizitanFramNeptune

Never-Never>Land (Double Negative Thinking?)

the strong live long,
but the bitter will live longer,
memories eating at them keep them,
in a different demeanor,
in the land of never,
they live in doubt in deceptions,
they see everything as counter contraception,
life was not never ever here,
and in the illusion of the not never life they live,
their is none who ask why they not never live,
they ask where is the next backwards never forward step,
so if never moving forward with their back against the wall are they really moving or are they facing the wall that deception imagines is their???

Seeing through all deception is the first step to making a forward step... Seeing that we're at the start line of the life we still have to live, no matter if we reach the finish today or tomorrow; their is still the trek of life that must seen first...

Chin up, Chest out, and Head in the Clouds

we live with the universe at our fingertips

VizitanFramNeptune...

Neptune.. Part 1...

In life do we all search for inner meaning,
Or do we simply live where we felt life teeming?,

Does life in itself provide everything we need,
Or are we coming to a point where we all must lead?,

Does putting on a mask really hide who you are,
Or does say it who you really are by far?,

Does being earth bound have to be permanent,
Or can we let go and lose all hold on it?,

- I believe anything can be achieved with The Galactic. We all have the gift of creation. You are as powerful as creative, I hold that to be a great truth in our living _Verse_ ( The Multi-Verse In which each of our minds reside). I am here to show you that feeling inside of you that tells you that the hell we go through does not have to be permanent. You are the only person who can BIND you. So free your mind of your stresses and live peacably within the Universal Love.