Consumed Laughter of All Things


Consumed Laughter of All things

Divide and Conquer or Healing as One

Created by Author on Copilot

Consumed by the very thoughts — handed down from generation to generation. Mothers’ passing — taking many of the hidden secrets — left now only with fathers flesh. Decaying are the memories — hidden cipher rotting by the consumption of media on a loop.

Consumed by the passing of the before — now a similar story with differing players and even greater unrest within the human populous. So steadfast is the song — heartfelt and shared with possibilities — singing into yet another consuming arena of alternate perceptibility.

Consumed in the now — breathing of the focused sense into awareness. Everything and nothing — colliding as one — before the beginning — out there in the existence of voided thought.

Consumed in the future tense — third-person singular — I to we, we to she, they to he — as one by the dividing nature in a consuming world. Breaking into laughter — smokey Joe holding a sacred space — seeing the all in the all — good, bad and ugly as the humans know. Labels — no longer attached to this all in the all — just a vibratory laughter healing a whole continent.

~Ani Po


Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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Heart Transplanted


Heart Transplanted

Beating with Greater Purpose

AI generated Pic by CGDream

This flesh is confined to limited thought — head-mind chiming in with a twisted view of worldly possessions and cyclical patterned behavior — after generational pulls on past traumatic endeavors. There is a knowing of something greater — heightened experiences glimpse into future realities while budding pings in scapular blades cutting through.

Angelic presence, always and in all ways, standing beside you during the buckled knees, paralyzing falls and the joyous of springing forth energetic expanding wholeness of all there is. Fluttering wings phantom-like feelings in the backside of reality — stepping forward in assuring potentiality.

Whose words are these? Mine? Uncertainty remains in mysterious knowing.

Metatron was channeling through — as before when simple humans step out of the way — matters not but allowance of being who we are meant to be. From dust to flesh — tainted thoughts to the purification of loves embracing wings — Arcadia returns in ever-present knowing — we are right where we ought to be.

Well done — passing through the valley of death — hourglass turning a new time present are we — forward in tightrope fashion of carrying a balance with dark and light in each hand. Winds abound — catching headwinds song carrying true — hovering in deeper observation of self and collective aggregate.

Only human — thoughts running away — in the mirror remains a divine being molded by clay and stardust breath of life. Nodding in perfect harmony — battlefields of mindless acts, the warmth of heaven’s kiss — dreaming of a new world, tell me true.

Dragon calls — clawing out a cold and hardened muscle, no longer beating a natural vibratory song. Transplanted heart of dragon — beating with greater intensity and singing songs from light-beings — star-people — healing self and others alike.

~ Ani Po


Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

Photo by Javardh on Unsplash