Mom Tudie & Tom Misch - Waiting On You

Cracked Egg

I cracked the shell
and out came life
teeming with spirit,
rebelled by energy,
forced by nature and
spelled by human dna...
one can crack the egg or
be the crack in the egg, one
can be the yolk or be the chick
you decide which grass is greener on
either side of the fence...nothing makes
sense in these final days, it all seems
everything is cracked, we're all walking
on egg shells, just the wrong slip of the
tongue is like the blunt end of the of a
counter...crack, boom, crack, slowly our
emotions ooze out into a pan sizzled and stirred
our society is scrambled...I want to be the force
within, I want to be the reason for the crack, not the
reason why its cracked...I guess either way you look
at it, why is the question that emerges....peace winter,
I'll see you next life time...

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Nothing has changed from 20 years ago, you're only looking at it differently; apply that on a global scale and it makes you wonder. Has anything changed? Of course a few things have changed...everyday, every minute, second, something changes our vision;  the only thing that gets in the way of our change is ego and emotion. Nostalgia, as beautiful as it is, it allows for one to live in a time that doesn't exist anymore. One can be proud of past achievements as if it happened 15 minutes ago, that can be dangerous. Dangerous because you wonder if everyone is living in a fantasy. We all ignore that little voice that tells us the truth about ourselves but we let our ego take the wheel. A world full of 7 billion people have this problem.

Imagine if everyone told the truth about themselves, what insecurities for others would break down. There's one person in your life who you idolize, but if you only knew there problems, you'd realize you're just as equal or similar.

We judge others yet we have  dirty secrets; we make others feel as if they're worthless but the moment your demons are called out, you get a little a funny acting. Nobody cares. Call out the demons. The more we call out, the more we see we are similar. A demons job is to divide and conquer and they do that well with man. That's why we have people who feel like outcast in our society because of our judging. Let go of the ego. As I've read before, the Devil spelled backwards is Lived, a past tense, meaning it happened but its not happening today so it would be a lie to make someone feel like they are the person from yesterday.

What about Nostalgia? Winter shows us, Nostalgia is tricky. Nostalgia is seen as good and it is, but we should connect it with tradition. Tradition allows us to do that same thing we did last year but as the current person we are today so we don't live in the past. peace world and welcome to Spring.

When I fell asleep

I knew my eyes
would close because I
was sick of looking,
watching while everyone
smiled and dived into their
dreams.

I got sick
of looking out,
watching others
oversleep so I dived
into the trance myself.
I became a light sleeper,
one eye up, one closed,
I slept in my clothes only
because when danger lurks,
its hard to sleep.

I get sick
of hearing
wake up when
I sleep, fuck you,
I've been shaking,
waking your ass up
for some time and all
you do is roll over yelling
"five more minutes" 4 times,
now you got 10 minutes
to get an hour away.

Why do we wait?

I've been
warning you
and now
you're mad at
me, in disbelief,
like I would lie
to you keeping
time discrete.
Stubborn fools,
don't worry about
the now its here, look
ahead.

I knew my
eyes would
close, my
lids felt heavy,
I knew the storm
was windy, but
the bombs broke
the levy, I know
that was yesterday
but you seemed
to not learn from
the afternoons
lessons, you keep
praying to a God
asking for blessings,
he keeps speaking
through people
because God is
with in us, you
keep saying man
is full of sin
how could divine
be in us? Because
dark without light
is asinine we're holy sinners...

Haunted

There's a ghost
that knocks
at your door,
3 in the morning
yelling, "I want in!!!"
But nobody can hear.
The knocking from the
door is a vibe you
can feel, so I guess you
can hear through the
raised hair on your arm,
the ghost means no harm
just a tad confused, hasn't
quite figured out its need
to cross...there's a ghost
at your door, they want in,
pounding and pounding, screaming
and yelling, "haunting unfinished" and
yelling replenish, repeating a
sentence, screaming in penitence,
"I want in!!" There's a ghost that
knocks at your door...

Too Many

There's too
many of us
for everyone
to treat each other
right....

There's too
many of us to
not fight, there's
too many people
with different definitions
of what means equal, the
only time a math symbol
isn't tied to a fixed answer,
a oxymoron species, we
don't understand emotions,

everything is connected
one word can trigger
commotions, we have
too much feelings in
our speech and careless
about the position of feet,
we care too much about lies
dismissing the truth, there's
too many of us to fall
under one religious roof,
we are a sensitive species,
we die too soon to know
life, even in winter years as
you grow wise you still search
the skies for right...

The Sun

I can walk
down these
empty Hollywood
streets, walk
down sunset obliterated
out of my mind...what is a sunset?
It's when the sun travels
through the sky until its
reaches the horizon...when
the son fell darkness squanderd
the land sprawling every second,
reaching dark spots until the sun fell...
the son never fell he just switched positions
to shed his light elsewhere...its a proven
fact that the sun ignites certain cells and it
can change things in our dna...sun light can
help with depression all you need is 7 minutes
a day...Hell was written as a dark space
because man did things in the dark, things
they would fear to be seen in the light, really,
all evil fears being seen, that's why they approach
in our dream because we dismiss visions as obscene,
once we remove the filter and believe in ourselves, to
know what we see is real, we don't fear the dark we
become he truth, so when the sunsets its not
darkness taking control, its darkness on the run...

Angels speaking

They say angels
only fight with
intellect, but
demons fight
using emotions, if
it doesn't make
sense we give into
the flesh, the more
we know, the more
we understand, the
stronger our angels,
the weaker our demons...
tricks can be confusing,
thoughts can be misleading,
everything in the environment can
be used for the pleasure of the demon,
everything has to be weighed before
action is taken, everything has to be
acknowledged before intellect is awaken,
the stars have to be aligned before war
is forsaken, growth of man has to be
stunted to see the changes that make him,
separation during growth shows the reflections
that breaks him, we can change the way we think
to grow closer to the maker, a change in our behavior
changes the world and breaks fixed habits....

Winters translation

We live for nostalgic
because our traditions
trigger happy memories,
we change our traditions and
in exchange get a fear of the unknown,
we hate not knowing that's why were
obsessed with time travel, the better we
understand ourselves we lose fear of the
dark, the better we grasp the brain, we can
for see our future before the start, we choose to
believe that all emotions are separate, we think love and
hate are different but its passion that connects them,
someone's love is someone's anger but perspective
changes vision you understand life a little different in
winter to bad our

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The angels sing to the universe heart beat, the messages are coded in vibration...

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Commercials were used to control your mind by putting on noises only the subconscious mind would pick up....for example, you hear what the actors are saying in the commercial but they mix intended messages in the beat, an undertone...

Old Man Winter 3

Other life forms live among us. They are similar to us but have a greater understanding of the human body, especially the brain. They have a technology that allows them to be invisible but over time, the older suits have flaws. The bumps you hear in your house, its them, the random shit you lose, its them. (Winter laughs). They whisper in our ear at a pitch low enough so it sounds like your thoughts; they are masters of sound.

They are peaceful. We could've been killed. Our evolution has been us but they've integrated with us, they've upgraded our technology through thought, hence the Ancient societies. They test us.

They stop speaking and observe to see if dna tells a story. It does. They know about angels. They know a little more about our universe and advanced beings. They are our guardians. We are a young species and left unguarded we could be in trouble; not everyone is kind.

They find us beautiful in a nostalgic way, we humans as a whole are there 16 year old kid. What we find annoying among us is cute to them, the stars have more twisted stories. Sometimes, they channel higher realms, they contact angels.

They don't understand death completely, somethings are still a mystery; everything is vast, they don't understand connections.

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The wild called and said they want their tamed back....

Vision

When the Indigenous
left, they headed west
to meet with gods of the
sea because of the sea
they were able to see that
we, humanity came from
oceans that rained from the
heavens and exploded with
life in to what we see...what we
retain, who will remain to see
the reigns of angels sweep the
earth and unearth the wicked, the
angels wait in position, heads bowed
eyes closed as the demons scream
the angels sing, summon energy from
the universe channeled through the gods
traveled through the planets, dispersed
through space and control the brain pathways
making us act right or wrong....

mystic winter

We're broadcasting to
the universe using our
technology...in the hills
one can see the radiation
lines that blast in color
and stream towards
the heavens, the energy
is returned which we create
and return, advance,see
through deception and
burn through lies, it smells
like truth, it feels like hell, it
seems like heaven  but together
its 7 plus 4 is 11 plus 11 is
22, separate the 2 and get
4,4,4,4.13, age of the universe
but DNA codes in reverse get
were multiplied in trillions...

The switch

(10 miles on the outskirts of a small mountain town)

The blizzard slammed against the large well built cabin walls, the winds roared and ravished at trees, blanketing the air with snow making visibility impossible. As the night disappeared and the mad winds made the snow billow and communications encumbrance to the near by small airport and people vacationing, inside our cabin the opposite occurred. We sat by the fire under the blankets and watched  as the storm flickered with the lights finally putting the electricity to sleep. The fire danced in the dark room, as we lie naked under the faux blankets, drunk on champagne, high on each others lips. I grabbed another bottle of champagne. Before I opened it, I push back the blankets, popped the cork and let the suds spill on her breast. I put the bottle down, licked her cleavage, wrapped my lips around her nipple and softly swirled, licking everything engaging her areola.

Her very quiet but stern moan was muffled by the howling of the winds. I dived into her vagina face first like a plane crashing into the ground; lip smacking and tongue swirling. Her intensity begin to match the storm outside. Using both hands she grabbed my head firmly.

She caressed my hair softly, my stiff tongue loosened up and flopped back and forth on her clit, moving my mouth slowly in a eating motion. Her hands moved from the side of my head as she pushed my face deeper. Coming up for air, vaginal secreation on my face shined in the glow of the fire, she looked at me with the intensity of fire, passion of the storm, she leaped on me, kissed me and slowly began to ride me.

My face buried in her chest as she bounced slowly and firmly, she tossed her head back and let out a light moan, my hard fat dick throbbed inside of her wet vagina, her tight orgasmic vagina began to lightly hug my dick like a firm but gentle hand shake.

My arms wrapped around her, I softly scratched her back, kissed her neck, lightly like butterfly kisses, lightly bit it, worked my hands from the small of her back on to both of her hips assisting her, bouncing her, plotting her down on my dick and letting her sit on it before bouncing back up to continue  creaming the sloppy wet mess she was making on my lap. No two snowflakes are alike I thought as I lied in the snow slowly dying, in and out of consciousness. For a moment there I think I actually felt my dick twitch to life; but the power of thoughts, that's what passed because the rest of me has failed.

The winds howl and my limbs way pass numb, the cold has made me delirious. I lay here in and out of reality; death teasing me bringing me out of a memory. Hours have passed and the only thing I can think of was that hot sex I had a few nights back. The blizzard is over, the winds are cold and the bite from the wind factor is like stubbing your toe on the corner of a chair multiplied by 20. It hurts. At some point I won't feel the dreadful cold.

The clouds slowly pass over revealing a beautiful bright moon and dazzling stars. Its so clear. So beautiful. Its so quiet. A few snowflakes gently fall to the ground from the frozen heavens above. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. The cold air fill my lungs making it hard to breathe but I can feel that. Only in winter can one see reality because the dreams stop. The maturity of the season doesn't allow for dream state. As I lay here facing the stars, gazing the heavens, flirting with death, reality dies only to wake up in spring..

Vashti Bunyan - Hidden

Nostalgia

I've lived
such a long
life I can't
distinguish nostalgia
from haunting. The
daunting voices have
become taunting
images, the taunting
images have become
diluted with time or
maybe I've grown,
I've out grown matters,
so things that meant alot
to me, those problems
have become laughter.
In old age you save your
tears or they run dry, the pain
you felt before seems to be a smirk,
which turn into a laughter of cry. My views
on things have changed, my fight for
policies and fair acts that roared like
a lion has become soft and quiet like
snow flakes in a forest, at some point
in your life you realize people are only
for change if they're for it, but if
what you're saying is truth they'll ignore it...

Vashti Bunyan - Against the Sky - Turning Backs

Winter conversing with Spring

Spring: What's the difference between psychosis and religion?

Winter: Religion doesn't exist.

Spring: Yes it does, we learned about it in school and the teacher showed us this big book with stories in it...

Winter: Do you know what psychosis is, spring?

Spring: its when a person has an over active imagination?

Winter: (laughs) not quite...where did you even pick up the word and "definition" of psychosis? And what lead you to connect religion and psychosis?

Spring: Because in religion, our teacher told us about a man name Jesus who turned water into wine and psychosis is people with big imaginations and my teacher said we can't see God but he's all around us, then we had to draw a picture of God in class and I said I couldn't draw God because I don't know what he looks like and then are teacher said go with faith and I asked what is faith? He said believing in something you can't see and then I remembered  the video I saw on Facebook about psychosis and how people see things that aren't there, what's psychosis?

(Winter laughs)
Winter: Wow that's a lot to take in for such a young mind...Autumn should probably limit your internet use...psychosis is characterized by an impaired relationship with reality. It is a symptom of serious mental disorders; usually these people have hallucinations or delusions. Don't classify religious people with psychosis.

Spring: ooohhh...what about people who say they saw Jesus walk on water?

Winter: Spring, what's the difference between psychosis and religion to you?

Spring: I don't know...what is it?

Winter: I'm not answering, its my life question and gift to you. I told you what psychosis is, your teacher has introduced you to religion and told you what faith is but you still ponder. Some have wondered if the consciousness of man has shifted and all of these stories the ancients speak about are true, its possible everything is in front of us and we got sick of seeing these powerful beings and we choose not to see anymore; thus psychosis, ADHD and others are created mental disorders for when we start to see the truth...

Spring:......................Can I have some cheetos?

Winter: Sure.

Vashti Bunyan - If I Were - Same But Different