Genome Mapping March 8, 2015
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The electric genome is but a marker for the soul catcher
Covered by this flesh and bone is but the ink for the script
Past and present resemble something familiar
The future a mirage of circumstantial relativity
Doctored by the mighty mind
Fathered by the light divine
The electric mother originator sings a tune
Bringing forth an army, survival after all
Time and time again the destiny is written down
Interceptors of metal minds project, what is real?
Immortal cast iron, runs through the veins
Red and Blue, proton and neutron
The highway of light never ceases to be bright
Progression of the soul is Perpetual
J.R.
Symphony February 7, 2015
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Look to the circle and you will find
The circumference is whole, radius in us
There must be two
Numbers speak to the heart and mind
Patters are here and over there
Up above and down below
Planets and Stars, chemicals too
Nitrogen, Hydrogen, Oxygen, Carbon and Phosphorus
They dance together and so do you
DNA sings the tune and forms the basis
Electrons, protons and neutrons too
The iron blooded beast is a magnetic force
A canvas painted by the articulate artist
Looking in the distance solar winds and the hounds of hell
Transmutation in the roots
Folklore whispers of the time to come – carbon can change
You cannot run nor can you hide
Destiny as the rivers inside
YOU are the translator
J.R.
88 January 11, 2015
Posted by Syphous Productions in Uncategorized.Tags: Angels, astrology, christ, cosmic, Egypt, kom ombo, mystery, poem, Poetry, temple
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Oh what majestic mystery
This pillar of stability
Desert winds and wild animals
Roaming mind and open hearts
Standing tall this pillar upholds
Firm and True to the core
Elementals bow and angels sing
The truth is in the rhythm
Communication to the opposite
Which story were you told?
Yearning for the beginning
The sands unveil the script
Dynasty of fortune long forgotten
Cosmic schedule
Right on time
Eternal Mystery will always be sold
J.R.
Untamed Ascension January 2, 2015
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Lost in the wilderness
Forgetful Mind
Grasp the weapon of choice
Survival primal, pivotal, paramount – Sight a request
Stand strong in the eye
Soaring in the sky a message
Trumpets sound, mouths fall silent
Body drift, minds melt
Taken now, to the city of the Gods
White pillar marble holding up, see the symbols
Come softly, clouds in the mind
Gentle waking moments
The child holds in her arms
Genesis pattern beckoning in the wind
Flower in the minds eye — sun shining down
Lost in the water deep, falling into the abyss
Forget…not…Forget
Sound penetrates the heart like thunder
Ignition from within and the bond fire rises
Reason runs into perception like a rock
The mountain takes form and speaks to the soul
The trees sway to and fro like a familiar voice
Calling you home
Waterfalls rush down
Purifying your thoughts
Inner sanctum rings truth to the earthling
J.R.
HER November 15, 2014
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It came to you
thought
Then it left as a memory
Where children laugh
Mystery of Life taught in silent halls
Wings of Gold
Shepherd’s and Men
She calls his name
mighty distraction
Lessons of peace, justice and valor
Sway the young soul by sweet breath
Tested by time, conquered by sand
lost in cobwebs
This memory was a gift
J.R.
Sight November 15, 2014
Posted by Syphous Productions in Uncategorized.Tags: nature, past, poem, Poetry, present
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There are those who look
Past
They see only a fog
Half empty with broken promises
The desert roams from land to land
The oasis lurking, tempting
Faster in time the more it becomes
clear
Times forgotten leave a scar
The forest protects the ones who respect
Those who look,
without eyes
See the beauty which surrounds us all
J.R.
soldier journey August 29, 2014
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Where is your army?
Longing to protect
Fear to follow the willow tree…
In the heart a meadow
Formed by glaciers
Where is your army?
Word crept as appearance create walls
Black labyrinth tries to shine light
Towering Oak speak to the sky
The clouds break from the perilous hunt
The prey grows wings
Sunrise is always on time
Where is your army?
J.R.
Sky Talker August 24, 2014
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When does the heart see?
When does the formation realize the aptitude?
How can realization formulate an equation?
How then can you solve it?
What is the answer?
The numeration swings from numerator to denominator
Each point a crux on the human body
A line can be drawn
Square the Circle
The creation built within the vibration of core centrics
Chemical reaction frequency upbringing
Electric impulse supernova
Flesh brings the goose – bumps
So when does the heart see you ask?
When the SKY brings the words…
J.R.
Hounds of Hell August 21, 2014
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Watch us tinker
Watch us toil, slip and fall
When truth comes knocking
Faint sight
And beauty is no longer as lovely as before
It looks to the watch maker, the tinker soldier
And unwinds the heart to see the clock
Truth,
OH how you never waver from the goodbye feeling
You are what you say you are
You do as you say
Bring the army, bring the sorrow, bring the glory
Show the truth, and let loose the hounds of hell
J.R.
Eye Contact Inception August 4, 2014
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Have you ever made eye contact with someone and feel a sense of depth or any emotion which seems puzzling? How is this possible? Where do these feelings generate from? What is the source?
“The eyes are the window to the soul”
On one hand they might be created from insecurities or wishful thinking of what we hope the person to be. This is a tragedy for hope in what cannot be proven only leads to disappointment, hurt feelings and false sense of reality. We imagine someone of our dreams, a figment of our imagination destined to fulfil our storybook ending. The truth is we are imperfect and our imagination often misleads and teases the mirage of these thoughts. Do we truly understand this when we connect with someone?
On the other hand perhaps there is some innate memory which recognizes this window, for this window seems familiar, this window is open. I am of the belief “all the worlds a stage… And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.” As You Like It Act 2, scene 7, 139–143
- Infant
- Schoolboy
- Lover
- Soldier
- Justice(Wise)
- Old Man
- Second childhood
On this stage of actors and actresses of over 6 billion women and men only a handful make an impact on our lives. I also find this fascinating. We carry out our lives wearing many hats meeting certain people who assist us, love us, hate us and envy us.
Back to the topic of eye contact; I have met men and women with whom I have made eye contact and knew we would be friends. It was a “knowing” and after reflection is still baffling to me how this actually occurs. I tend to think certain people are destined to cross our paths, while others are not. Everything happens for a reason. Lessons learned and mirrors shown.
I was asked if I believe in love at first sight, I do not. I do believe in connection, love at first sight is just an idea which has no merit until it is tested. Ideas have no value until they prove to create sustainable results.
I often think people like the idea of things rather than the work it takes to produce results. For example, I trained traditional Kung Fu for nearly 7 years and saw many students come and go. They were in love with the idea of Bruce Lee or being a marital artist from a movie. When it came down to practising one move for an entire year they did not have the patience. In reality to master ONE move takes up to a year, when we see Jet Li demonstrate moves on TV each movement was practised thousands of times, he started when he was 8 years old and what we see is a result of decades of training. So with this idea of love, how then can we say we love someone without ever practising a single move? Love is not a marital art but it is a discipline, it takes work, give and take, bruises and bumps, offense and defense, understanding and practise.
So when I say I am baffled with the connection I feel when I make eye contact I truly am. This is something I will never understand and is one of the most beautiful mysteries of my life.
Compassionately,
J.R.
a poem for the right angle friend…
In this dreamland terra stage
a distant memory awakens the inception
Looking through the window
Fondness relativity finds the fruit



