Biography of Gregory Crockatt
I Am. Meta Everything. All unique, everynothing for the giving living being. Being for give. Being for love. Being for symbolism and mysticism. Being for elucidation. Being for health and conscious connectedness. Filling in the space with time, spanning the spacetime with interdimensional energic waves of the real. Figure eight, infinite twisted wave inhaling/exhaling simultaniously inverting and overlapping eternally infinite.
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Gregory Crockatt Poems
there i go quietly walking through the night the air is crisp and a cool wind blows i pull my parka tight around my shoulders for although it is spring, winter does linger
there is a stolid misunderstanding about this unfortunate unusual creature a throw back given the road to insanity shunned, cast out by societal standards
Be All I Am
I am sunshine I am relaxation I am co-ordinated I am a sensation
Aleph Bet I Call
Ah ā yè ā yè Ah Ahā yē ah ā yē ahā ye bē bā y bā y bē bē bā ybē bā ybē bā y çā y çē çē çā y çā yçē çā y çē çā yçē dē dā y dā y dē dē dā ydē dā ydē dā y
All The Four Got Ten Words
It's seems like we're always together and never apart you want me to tell you how I feel but it is you it has always been you who told me my feelings and I could never be honest with myself
Forced to probe into the subject of indeterminate discrimination we lie all of the sudden our unconscious will kick in and destroy the glint
without borders, expanding, freeing, living, passion inside, outside, everywhere, alive, with fire in your eyes and embrace, gasping, absorbing and emitting love, creating love,
this way that way in no one place stay changing, growing, shedding skin reliving, laughing, all akin
have you ever smiled so large that it felt as if your mouth had become part of your chest, and your cheeks a part of your shoulders spread wide to hug the world with your grin?
You, me, what is it you see? Me, you, now what shall we do? Us, them, can't we all be friends? Let our false paradigms bend?
Shattered hourglass, fragmented time, sixty, twelve, where does it go, money, cycles unnatural and nonsensical, numbing, break free! step off that path into the trees.
manifestational misrepresentations of reality more manipulated preconcieved paradigms bogging my inputs, restraining my senses slight of mind, myself filtering furiosly, invisibly
ere we are now, what to do.. take a little trip through memory poo what's that i feel licking at my spirit so faint yet urgent i can almost hear it
A little bit of love can take away the pain but in every bit of love resides pain again. You put every bit of yourself into your love open your heart and hope it'll all rise above
One Last Gasp
gripped tight in self absorbtion and steadfast
caring only for the future giving all up for love
worried for a loved one hiding below and above
nothing ends without heartache and madness
sorrows call like dieing trees and who listens
bonded with the glue of emotional pain and joy
everything comes easy once the light shines
it all goes away when the darkness shadows
something keeps driving us apart for a time