Science matter of factly, says - Consciousness doth not exist &/Yet - Twas consciousness that gave rise to scientific skies All taking place in: The mindSuch a magnificent machine The mind Somehow able & Capable. Of studying it’s own Design *** Cipher Poems ***  

In came she, the Apprentice, wanting to learn the trade of budding. Out in the garden, she trimmed her grass, first. She was green like a twig, but a perfect novice to tease. I watched her from the distance,looking...

Real A dark ship on a dark night of soul Suddenly alight with Lights. Music starting to play Shadows beginning to sway Every soul having a Say. Vibrating into The skies. Everyone dies but But now everyone lives with daily rations of Passion. Breaking through ceilings with Thoughts & Feelings. To think to feel To be: Real ***Cipher Poems ***