I am animal. I feel the balance between wind and gravity. I am alive. The constant pressure entangles me amid forces of which I do not control. The only thing I control is within myself and my mind, the body is a vessel to which I comply. Time or distance will not survive; it is in my eyes that I shall arise to better this world, Earth will divide.
It is here that I begin, stepping into my stretching skin, scales rise and diamond eyes scope tides that swell and subside, that arise and divide as if to die was to survive. Blood runs thin, droplets then bubble and mend into pellets of mercury hidden within the wind, permeating through skin again and again. The hollow chest that bears my lungs, chiseled and contoured, conforms to the cold… goals be the blood and rivers, are gold that transcend to the soul of the wise and the old… machined and harvested we are seeded to grow. Bones and stones reveal shape-shifting tones, brothers of Rome and to the throne we are Earths drones. The space between the sun and the sky, the serpents were sent to commence the eyes. Of ruby and fire calm winds expire, for the measure of pressure self-destructs altogether. It is then, that forever the moon will feed the jaws of sand, buried in a casket as it was first planed.
Tread these lands quickly with feet as light as feathers, for whoever stand in question will quicksand span forever. With haste make every move, counting each as you canter, and spread vrill as you dance with the lanterns of cancer.
In this sea of infinity, swimming freely, I release. Surging waves swarm in, seeping in my sinking skin. My sinking skin is giving in, to the wind I raise my sins; bringing end to this life, by not breathing tonight I ignite a second chance upon sun’s light.
I will not stand here, to wait in question; for this world has doused, drenched, and dissolved into portraits of illusion, of which fusion has diluted our reflections of perfection and perception. You are the cowards!
Friday, March 19, 2010
Fantasy and Dreamscapes
Clouds burst, torn and opened wide are tears of terror; flooding the skies. Radiating cataclysmic currents, the seas relentless recoil swarms in and surrounds, submerging upon all its depths of destruction towards those who flinch at the spoken word of fear! And with the last strike of the hour let every unscathed soul sour. Taken by the impenetrable hands, clutched firm, surrendered to the grim oceans’ of Atlantis. For those who have not yet been touched by my wrath, nor my reach, within reason it is the season to be stealing and killing for treason. Among all, the eyes see everything; it’s the words on paper and the images on the screen that we use to manipulate and distort truth.
How does it feel to fight forever? Yielding the shield that claimed together, every measure of any treasure, or many pleasures that sever and subdivide altogether. However clever, it could weather and wilt; tilt until wisdom was instilled within witnesses’ endeavors. If ever were never, could the plight of light foreshadow flawless festivals of feathers we’ve planned together in terror under error of translated words that conspire and retire the drones of nectar, that any specter that swims in relentless situations of helter and skelter shall canter and climb upon the roots of time.
Every word spoken brings upon the potion of the ocean, for such notions are broken and tokens of unbound measures are treasured forever; kept to the soul, silently spoken, we are now awoken...provoked by the unsung sound of our anthem of phantoms
Closed eyes, shadowing open minds, eager to dabble and coexist.
On their shoulders I stand, ready, awaiting the oncoming surge..
My trek leads straight to the heart of the beast. Where I will take pleasure,
In MURDER; for purpose, passion, or personal endeavors. [limited not only to the sane or insane] BUT THE PEOPLE IN SLAIN, to the people: in pain, those who proclaim, and those who we train. For it be known, that pain is only a stain, to which the brain refrains from doing the same; so listen closely to catch the change train. it's always in route and charters to your fancy, so c'mon take a ride sometime! You'll dine, and drink wine, maybe rewind, kill time, or even become divine. Either way, what's mine is your's and what's you's is mine; and we can only rely on the mind, to prevent crime and predict time, because in the end, we are only a FrAcTiOn within the formula
She is my voice, she is my echo.
She is the one I will never let go.
She brings warmth when no other would bear the cold.
Her eyes emit bright lights, signaling my comfort upon sunrise.
And every day that fades away, brings me closer to comfort her;
Only in time will she lay somewhere that we could share
And forever let our breaths become one with the air…
The greatest flaw of humanity is mankind’s relentless lust for competition and infinite glorification behind the ransom for power. In the end though, slaves we will become, by trembling limbs and failing hands; caught, entangled, mangled and strangled, by our needs of personal greed.
Well you’re probably sick of my rambling nonsense and tired of hearing me. I guess I either speak too much or succumb to silence; I need to land on the medium of sand and stand between the two positions I perceive to be as grand as a canyon can span. It is there that I plan, practice and perform; becoming something I start; torn apart from the norm.
Well you’re probably sick of my rambling nonsense and tired of hearing me. I guess I either speak too much or succumb to silence; I need to land on the medium of sand and stand between the two positions I perceive to be as grand as a canyon can span. It is there that I plan, practice and perform; becoming something I start; torn apart from the norm. To live in this dying world is to dream of fairytales, blinded by the light, each day in question, quarreled by night, shadows take over upon hints of moon light; under twilight we take on this fight, each day and every night, and tonight we strike with all might, sacrificing life as we battle our plights
Shadows speak to us softly and swiftly, often passing unnoticed and unappreciated. Thus, a trail of bread crumbs is left in order to grasp onto our realizations. Hence the futile partition to divide, separate, categorize, and classify our species. Suddenly, a gust of wind disturbs such intentions and invokes the decay of humanity. Winds will expire, oceans will respite, augmentation will cease and evolution will continue without the existence of mankind. Hollow thoughts will fill the void; a galaxy with eternal beliefs of an ecstasy that once survived. Before creatures inhabited it, such rapture was bliss, but after years of exploitation and effluence, it ultimately deteriorated from toxic venom fabricated within. Brought on by a wave of calloused souls, the inclinations that shape are minds are the trenches upon which, in due course, we will entangle ourselves in. Arrogance is more present that ever, fluid and inexhaustible; though space and time will bleed throughout eternity in an oncoming storm which will arise with fierce intentions. The desiccated and neglected reservoir in which our ambitions are held has been contaminated by our own struggle for control. It must be acknowledged that we shall yield ourselves to those around us, and let ourselves be consumed by a greater conception.
So stark is the undulating conduit of oppression. The vindictiveness of totalitarian institutions amongst us swells our vague perceptions; distorting, engorging, and engulfing the lackluster credibility of aristocracy that incessantly ripens throughout our naive civilization.
Living a life in the shallows of others has become too mundane to acknowledge. We deprive ourselves of our conscious efforts to develop meaningful relationships with those we trust. Inevitably, we will surrender our efforts and breach the boundaries of such affairs; often ensuing in poignant and psychological cessation. Though, through our various faults and tribulations, radiance spawns upon us. The light has been cast; we must act now without vacillation, in order to reap our right to revolutionize ourselves, as we are perceived in the eyes of those around us. As bleak as the hours of darkness, the river runs thick as blood, winding fluidly, flowing sinuously, transforming and evolving irrevocably throughout its course. Our actions expose light into the vast unknown territory within, thus defining us, and therefore swathing our manifestations, unless such notions are notably configured in order to cease our existence. We must blend the concepts that lie amid us and enable ourselves to utilize our ambiances; it is then that we find novel connotation and exclusive escalation.
The ever elusive triumphs and trounces of our past, style and contour our expectations; if we intend to succeed with any sort of longevity we must rekindle the anguished chains of our past and dye the beginnings of our avenues with attainment.
Strip us of our pride, for it is the only thing we justly own.
Tell us how we are such a vital foundation for our nation, yet we see massacre upon transgression, unbound by the laws. Tell us that we are the future of tomorrow; but we are not the imminent prospects of tomorrow. Regardless if we subsist or expire, tomorrow will come, and in due course tomorrow will exceed us; inevitably becoming the past, to which we so covet to seek.
Throughout history is has been revealed that the one and only occurrence we can hold with any conviction is death. The past embodies what the future will entail, thus carving the channel for which the water of life will soon flow; trickling mysteriously, taunting the currents of our existentialistic values. Knowledge is the integrate tool used in grasping true perception of the world as we know it; the minds of our past leaders coincide with the present, evolving conception of a new world. Our roots must not grow under us, but they must lead us forward towards new beginnings, resulting in self-sufficient thoughts. Salvation is realizing what is now, what is principle, what is freedom, and making a conscious effort to acclimatize new ideology. There are some inquisitions we cannot answer, but it is within our psyche where the resolution lies. Waiting, eating at our qualms, it indulges from an endless stream of consciousness. Focus, we are but a mere nomadic essence wondering within the cosmos. Accept what you possess, reach for what you yearn and never rely on false misconceptions of what veracity truly is; strive to become more that just a narcissistic entity, sanction all efforts to suit divinity.
How does it feel to fight forever? Yielding the shield that claimed together, every measure of any treasure, or many pleasures that sever and subdivide altogether. However clever, it could weather and wilt; tilt until wisdom was instilled within witnesses’ endeavors. If ever were never, could the plight of light foreshadow flawless festivals of feathers we’ve planned together in terror under error of translated words that conspire and retire the drones of nectar, that any specter that swims in relentless situations of helter and skelter shall canter and climb upon the roots of time.
Every word spoken brings upon the potion of the ocean, for such notions are broken and tokens of unbound measures are treasured forever; kept to the soul, silently spoken, we are now awoken...provoked by the unsung sound of our anthem of phantoms
Closed eyes, shadowing open minds, eager to dabble and coexist.
On their shoulders I stand, ready, awaiting the oncoming surge..
My trek leads straight to the heart of the beast. Where I will take pleasure,
In MURDER; for purpose, passion, or personal endeavors. [limited not only to the sane or insane] BUT THE PEOPLE IN SLAIN, to the people: in pain, those who proclaim, and those who we train. For it be known, that pain is only a stain, to which the brain refrains from doing the same; so listen closely to catch the change train. it's always in route and charters to your fancy, so c'mon take a ride sometime! You'll dine, and drink wine, maybe rewind, kill time, or even become divine. Either way, what's mine is your's and what's you's is mine; and we can only rely on the mind, to prevent crime and predict time, because in the end, we are only a FrAcTiOn within the formula
She is my voice, she is my echo.
She is the one I will never let go.
She brings warmth when no other would bear the cold.
Her eyes emit bright lights, signaling my comfort upon sunrise.
And every day that fades away, brings me closer to comfort her;
Only in time will she lay somewhere that we could share
And forever let our breaths become one with the air…
The greatest flaw of humanity is mankind’s relentless lust for competition and infinite glorification behind the ransom for power. In the end though, slaves we will become, by trembling limbs and failing hands; caught, entangled, mangled and strangled, by our needs of personal greed.
Well you’re probably sick of my rambling nonsense and tired of hearing me. I guess I either speak too much or succumb to silence; I need to land on the medium of sand and stand between the two positions I perceive to be as grand as a canyon can span. It is there that I plan, practice and perform; becoming something I start; torn apart from the norm.
Well you’re probably sick of my rambling nonsense and tired of hearing me. I guess I either speak too much or succumb to silence; I need to land on the medium of sand and stand between the two positions I perceive to be as grand as a canyon can span. It is there that I plan, practice and perform; becoming something I start; torn apart from the norm. To live in this dying world is to dream of fairytales, blinded by the light, each day in question, quarreled by night, shadows take over upon hints of moon light; under twilight we take on this fight, each day and every night, and tonight we strike with all might, sacrificing life as we battle our plights
Shadows speak to us softly and swiftly, often passing unnoticed and unappreciated. Thus, a trail of bread crumbs is left in order to grasp onto our realizations. Hence the futile partition to divide, separate, categorize, and classify our species. Suddenly, a gust of wind disturbs such intentions and invokes the decay of humanity. Winds will expire, oceans will respite, augmentation will cease and evolution will continue without the existence of mankind. Hollow thoughts will fill the void; a galaxy with eternal beliefs of an ecstasy that once survived. Before creatures inhabited it, such rapture was bliss, but after years of exploitation and effluence, it ultimately deteriorated from toxic venom fabricated within. Brought on by a wave of calloused souls, the inclinations that shape are minds are the trenches upon which, in due course, we will entangle ourselves in. Arrogance is more present that ever, fluid and inexhaustible; though space and time will bleed throughout eternity in an oncoming storm which will arise with fierce intentions. The desiccated and neglected reservoir in which our ambitions are held has been contaminated by our own struggle for control. It must be acknowledged that we shall yield ourselves to those around us, and let ourselves be consumed by a greater conception.
So stark is the undulating conduit of oppression. The vindictiveness of totalitarian institutions amongst us swells our vague perceptions; distorting, engorging, and engulfing the lackluster credibility of aristocracy that incessantly ripens throughout our naive civilization.
Living a life in the shallows of others has become too mundane to acknowledge. We deprive ourselves of our conscious efforts to develop meaningful relationships with those we trust. Inevitably, we will surrender our efforts and breach the boundaries of such affairs; often ensuing in poignant and psychological cessation. Though, through our various faults and tribulations, radiance spawns upon us. The light has been cast; we must act now without vacillation, in order to reap our right to revolutionize ourselves, as we are perceived in the eyes of those around us. As bleak as the hours of darkness, the river runs thick as blood, winding fluidly, flowing sinuously, transforming and evolving irrevocably throughout its course. Our actions expose light into the vast unknown territory within, thus defining us, and therefore swathing our manifestations, unless such notions are notably configured in order to cease our existence. We must blend the concepts that lie amid us and enable ourselves to utilize our ambiances; it is then that we find novel connotation and exclusive escalation.
The ever elusive triumphs and trounces of our past, style and contour our expectations; if we intend to succeed with any sort of longevity we must rekindle the anguished chains of our past and dye the beginnings of our avenues with attainment.
Strip us of our pride, for it is the only thing we justly own.
Tell us how we are such a vital foundation for our nation, yet we see massacre upon transgression, unbound by the laws. Tell us that we are the future of tomorrow; but we are not the imminent prospects of tomorrow. Regardless if we subsist or expire, tomorrow will come, and in due course tomorrow will exceed us; inevitably becoming the past, to which we so covet to seek.
Throughout history is has been revealed that the one and only occurrence we can hold with any conviction is death. The past embodies what the future will entail, thus carving the channel for which the water of life will soon flow; trickling mysteriously, taunting the currents of our existentialistic values. Knowledge is the integrate tool used in grasping true perception of the world as we know it; the minds of our past leaders coincide with the present, evolving conception of a new world. Our roots must not grow under us, but they must lead us forward towards new beginnings, resulting in self-sufficient thoughts. Salvation is realizing what is now, what is principle, what is freedom, and making a conscious effort to acclimatize new ideology. There are some inquisitions we cannot answer, but it is within our psyche where the resolution lies. Waiting, eating at our qualms, it indulges from an endless stream of consciousness. Focus, we are but a mere nomadic essence wondering within the cosmos. Accept what you possess, reach for what you yearn and never rely on false misconceptions of what veracity truly is; strive to become more that just a narcissistic entity, sanction all efforts to suit divinity.
Composition: A Tale of Life & Death and Love & Hate
As I lay down tonight, I’ll pray for every time you cried and when tomorrow comes, I hope somehow I won’t wake. I dedicate this city, this star-filled sky, to you my beautiful, to you my life. The best part of my bitter past was you and your goodbyes. Because I knew you’d be coming back to say hello again. To the end of everything I loved, till the end of hope. One winter midnight was the longest story of letting go. Lately I’m falling out, so ladies and gentleman tell me what you think I’d look like jumping now. It’s not too far; it can’t be too far, just far enough. Without letting me down, help me follow through my intentions. Black clouds cover this blue and white sky, the felling is stiff, the fog aimlessly drifting through the city. The cold winds blow through the streets, its 2:15 and I’m barley sleeping. Sunrise pours from the window, lighting up the room, another day awaits. Traces of coffee and cigarettes linger in the air. Addiction, obsession; falling angels from the sky. Shattered mirrors and goodbyes; debt, lies, and her lenitive eyes. Capture me and take me away with reason. Beautiful is just not as desirable as you. I melt when I read a book. Oiling sand into my hands. On a weekend in the summer without you there. The only thing I wish I could bottle up forever is you and your perfect ocean blue eyes. Her name was distance and she always had my heart; until I came along reading the paper. So to this fresh bouquet of flowers I’ll build a boat and we can sail away together. 8:15 and the skies always blue above me. But I better not forget, remind me what today’s for. Another lonely night; running to the store just to get by. Empty bottles maybe, will I find my girl tonight? Redress your woes, close out the city lights; you’re on a beach tonight. Can you fill my heart? Take back your confessions, they were so inconsonant. Your dreams will be mine, you sleep so well. This is your wake up call, the leaves are falling faster. You’re only a couple minutes late, your wakeup call called in sick today. Hold your hand out on the line and tell me you “love me so.” I’m at the red light, while your lights always green for you. And I’m living a disaster when you came crashing down on me. I can’t tell you how much I never noticed the obvious, and I can’t tell you how much I still love you. Close the front door to keep water from breeching in. I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you say “I really thing I’d be better because nothing perfect ends this way.” Let go, you’re free tonight. Feelings of anticipation, the stars shine for us. Tell yourself you’re starting over, memories of all the times; tonight we fly. So low to the ground, this gravity is pulling us closer. Shattering windows above us, it’s not too late to fall into the sky. This distance is calling me out. So here we go, she’s self-sufficient, she knows that I’m watching her, this time she’ll look me in the eyes. I’ll try to breath, but she’ll stop me to say “I had everything I wanted to feel someday.” The smoke stain still lingers from the ashtray, his ashes thrown from the vase into thin air and a closet full of his priceless items worth nothing. The summer breeze on a cloudy day, she never said she loved him. Angels will shed their tears tonight; love and lust relationships will tear her heart apart. The record player still plays away, playing their favorite song. Pictures with dried blood will remind her of what she lost. Too many broken dreams and better words to date, it’s too late to think of the times you can’t replace. Her dreams will be filled with the endless romance. A dead end, a lost cause, she never said goodbye. Paramour in distress and the clock sounds its last anthem for the mourning. Dressed in black and white affair, to let him go rest on; streets were quiet, her motives were set, and she took her life. So it’s time to go, she left a suicide note on the door. It reads “I’m sorry I never took the time for you, I’m sorry I never gave you what you always deserved.” She cut her wrists and bled out everything she felt. Sprout wings and fly away, this outcome is unlikely in your favor. Blood against your face, brings me to my knees to glorify, so it’s time to go, she left a suicide note on the door. It reads “I’m sorry I never took the time for you, I’m sorry I never gave you what you always deserved.” She cut her wrists and bled out everything she felt. Well I’ve been screaming for three hours now, no one is around me, but I don’t care. I’m starting to get used to it. Slowly now. When I fly in my dreams, I know you get it, I know you get it. Tomorrows the only thing I’d miss if I died right here tonight. Your perfume lingers in my room, but the beds still cold in summer. I’ll have your picture by my side, when the rain starts seeping in. On this cloudless night, your ocean blue eyes captivate me; I don’t want to fall again. Too many nights spent lying on the floor. Oblivious to what was going on around me. The glass from my thoughts has made way into my heart and I’m tired of being alone and bitter. The worlds I told myself now ring with such force and destruction; too good to get help, now you refuse me. I’m not the person I used to be. And I can’t go on anymore, I lost all and this place carries me down, down to the ground. The words I told myself now ring with such force and destruction. Too good to get help, now you refuse me, I’m not the person I used to be. She walks away, pretending its okay, today. Her hope grows wings and flies away. Today she’ll live, and she’ll learn to lose again. It’s better to have lost than to love until the end. So these scattered thoughts of you will finally leave. New expectations require loss of old information. Now how does it feel, how does it feel? Here’s a broken picture frame for you to hang above the only thing that’s real. And will you be mine, just for tonight if I only ask you. Just this one time, you will be my favorite conversation. So take my life, this shade under these trees is closing in. do you hear me? The moon is leaving us as we waste everything. I threw my heart out into your arms, trusting you could catch it, but you threw it back with a note that said “I hate you, now you need to move on, it only gets better when it’s left alone.” Will I ash my cigarette and spill my coffee all over this song for you? Why can’t I just come to realize that you’re the one whose killing me; I am nothing in your eyes. So you told me that this ocean makes waves too rough for me to sail. But I’ll still try, and I hope I make it back, with or without you. Take this with a grain of salt, I don’t know how to tell you but those things you did, and those things you said, mean nothing to me now since I won’t see you again. Dressed in black and white, just for your departure, looking back now, I can see your pain. You’d go so far just to make sense of everything you didn’t have, all alone. I know you’re screaming inside, fighting your rise up. I know you never thought it would happen, you never got your chance. This winter night is young, cold air fills my lungs, and I can’t say that I’m sorry for your loss. Two floors down the stairs, she gets away from me. By the time I realize, she’s already gone. Your ocean blue eyes hide the truth like a needle in a haystack. Disregard and understand every time you cried it was killing me inside. And now that it’s over, the blood from my heart stops altogether. My pulse beats fast, my breaths are short, and the air is cold tonight. If you say that you make a mistake I’d lie to you just to make you feel bad. And if you say you’re sorry for what I went through, it would be hard for me to look you in the eyes. Cause I’d never go back, to the lonely nights without you. My wrist would bleed; the sky would cover up with clouds. The stars would run away to the forest, the nearest galaxy, just to miss the end of everything that never should have happened. Look out the window, sorrow rains from the sky, close the front door to keep water from breaching in. I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you say “I really think I’d be better because nothing perfect ends this way.” I scream to you when I sleep at night, I scream to you when I lay cold and lonely, I’d scream if it would mean something, if it would mean something. Look out the window sorrow rains from the sky, scratched, torn, and scared forever. This is how it feels to be me. So go, go, go, drop me like your favorite song. Scratched, torn, and scared forever, this is how it feels to be me. Just give me one more minute. I swear it will be worth your time, I’ve been dying to ask you “Was it worth everything you thought it would be? Was it worth all the tears, was it worth all the pain?” looking back now was it worth all this, was it worth all this? Go, go, go, drop me like your favorite song. Scratched, torn, and scared forever. This is how it feels to be me. Paramour in distress and clock sounds its last sound. The midnight scene last so much longer when you cry. Lets slow down, breath in and don’t let out, lets slow down and hope for something more. Don’t say a word, don’t close your eyes. The sky will fall tonight, so don’t make me save you. Cause the leaves are falling faster in November.
Your ocean blue eyes make this easy. Park Place Avenue seems so empty when you’re gone. The midnight scene last so much longer when you cry. So take the glass against your wrist, be satisfied, be satisfied tonight. “I’m sorry “she said “there’s been too many nights waiting for your call, signed regretfully yours.” The stars won’t shine for me to make it home tonight. I’ve changed so much, but I can’t change what I’ve already done. Well I won’t be breathing long tonight; this damp air stops my pulse from beating. So here we go again, this time we’ll scream out loud, and tell ourselves we tried to make it right. Dressed in black and white, red flowers and tears drowning out suspicions from what could have been, a reason to live another day. The church choirs singing its last anthem for the mourning. Dressed in black and white to let him go; rest on. Streets were quiet, her motives were set, and she took her life. So take the glass against your wrists, be satisfied tonight, and tell me what you’ve learned so far. Angels will cry on this morning sunrise, the leave are falling faster in November, your ocean blue eyes make this easy. Park Place Avenue seems so empty when you’re gone. Dazed and lonely, my watch still moves, but I can’t tell time. Dead end roads, to dream I thought I knew, I thought I knew you. Go on! Walk away from this wreck, my heart! Mends well; my heart, mends well, too well to face the truth. I still have a heart, and my heart mends well. Walk away from this wreck, to face the truth. Go on! Go on! Go on! My heart mends well, my heart mends. Go on! Walk away from this wreck. My heart; mends well. Go on! Walk away from this wreck, my heart! My heart mends... Your ocean blue eyes draw me back to when I was alone. So innocent, so distraught, while the surroundings soar. My heart feels like it’s in a forest fire come save me baby, the water cools the ache and pain but the fire melts it away. So you might as well, please, just cut my legs off now. I’d be better off crawling, instead of making excuses because I’ll walk alone tonight, two floors below you, and if I saw your ocean blue eyes I’d melt all over. If I had a picture for every time you cried I could fill my walls like a collage. Life’s too short to see the big picture, you’re almost dead, and we’re all dying instead. Have a drink, an old man wishes he were young again. Beginners luck is just a game on a timed schedule. Don’t be afraid to swim, you’ll float or die trying. Go make your move, it’s now or never, it’s now or never. Walk alone the streets are more inviting at night loneliness is just a part of growing old. Take her hand, embrace the warm feelings you share inside; by the ocean, together as one, she’s dying, we’re all dying tonight. Let it go. Trying too hard to fight the future, the plan. Sing a sad song to an old friend, he’s all alone, he’s living the dream. Stay up late, build a fire and watch the rain drown it out. You’re getting older; you’re starting to get wise. Sit down to think times over, be thankful for what you had. Slowly now, you’re almost there. Everyone around you has gone somewhere. Take a deep breath, the news has come, you’re an old man. Wishing you were young again, take her hand, take her hand. Broken hands tonight as I stare into your ocean blue eyes. Bitter, heartless, selfish actions, I did it all just to impress you. Music playing over and over and I’m afraid I’ll end up falling short. Blood dries on my shirt, reminding me I still have a heart. And I can’t find my house, second left, second one on the right. Second best to everything you ever knew, everything you ever knew. If I could just look into your eyes and watch the way you stare at the stars id die for you in a minute id be alive. I love you baby, tonight I want to stay. This winter night is yours, cold air fills my lungs, and I can’t say that I’m sorry for your loss. Two floors down the stairs she gets away from me, by the time I realize she’s already gone. This air is cold tonight and I’m all alone out here. Tears of joy running down her face; if I could, I wouldn’t last without her, it’s too late. Open up your lungs and breathe me into your heart. Keep me there while I sing myself to sleep and I’ll say goodnight. November nights we would watch the leaves fall and cover the ground with autumn’s amber ashes. We could dance tonight away feeling warm with each other. Starring into your ocean blue eyes, you captivate me. Weill I won’t be sleeping long tonight. Feelings of guilt haunt me in disguise. So here I am again, this time I’ll scream out loud. And tell myself to make it right. Don’t say goodbye, don’t say goodnight. We can bottle up this ocean, don’t say goodbye, don’t say goodbye to me. Down beneath the ground, cold air stops my pulse. Dressed in black and white, just to say goodbye, tonight. Dear miss I’ve told you this before, I got a letter that I wrote for you. It’s missing feelings and lacking compassion, but never mind, but never mind. November nights, we would watch the leaves fall and cover the ground with autumn’s amber ashes. We’ll dance tonight as the sky cries for us; feeling warm with each other. Your ocean blue eyes will tell the truth. Bring me closer to you. Later that night, back on highway thirty-five, it was the right time to go. I never forgot how you told me to love you, I never forgot… This is your wake up call; the leaves are falling faster in November. You’re only a couple minutes late, your wakeup call called you today. Hold your hand out on the line and tell me you “love me so much more.” I’m at the red light, wishing we were dancing, feeling warm with each other. And I’m crying in disaster when the news of you came crashing down to me. I can’t tell you how much I never noticed the obvious, I can’t. And I can’t tell you how much I’d put myself through just to hear you say “those were the best times, staying together to envy the rain.” And now your perfume still lingers, still swings in my room. I’ll write this letter as my excuse to justify what I’m doing. It might not last; it might not make a difference at all. Will this fire burn me to ashes please, or will I drown in this ocean of tears? Will this fire burn me to ashes please. It just doesn’t seem so right. Front page report: Another innocent one dies today. It’s you and I. watch the rain, soak it in, dying for what we thought we knew. Blood on my clothes again; trying, I can’t convince you. And I can’t help the fact that you make me feel like I’ve been ruined and run over by your words. It’s obvious you beat me down, kill me and I’ll die alone. Break my bones and steal my heart and take tonight away. In the hospital room that night, caring only to see you open your eyes; long winter nights, another tear I can’t hide. You will be saved; you will know everything and know all the right things to say. Only you, only you could do this well. Something special shines from your eyes, you were so happy, your smile never looked so beautiful, I knew I could always love you. I cut myself last night, trying to find a way to get you out of me. For the second week in a row, I can’t go to sleep at least until I say “I loved you once, I lost you then. You burn my heart like coffee burns your skin.” I wish you were a weed so I could drown you in my poison, and throw you in the bag. Last time I remember, it was the best night of my life. You cried to me by my side, you and your ocean blue eyes. The city lights never looked so good from this bridge above, if I jumped now tonight, would it end all those times I tried? Broken hearts tonight as I stare into your ocean blue eyes. Stab me in back again, only this time make it last. Stars will burn as I lay down tonight; silence brings to me everything I need to mend this right… The water is cold tonight and I’m all alone, all alone without you, you and your ocean blue eyes. I’d read the clouds to you, draw the moon and stars near your window, just to make you feel at home. Don’t you forget the beach we first kissed on, and tell me to my face how it is you really feel. Because I swore to myself that I’d never lose someone like you, I’d never get me heart broke, when being careless never paid off. Now I’ll sleep the nights worrying if the rain will show rather than enjoying the time. Please burn me to ashes, please. Those were the best times, burn me to ashes please, staying together to envy the rain, in this ocean of tears, and now your perfume still lingers, still swarms in my room; I’ll write this letter, please, as my excuse, burn me so. It might not last; it might not make a difference at all. Just four more lonely nights out here, this sun has yet to run away. The tide comes and goes all night; I’m laying here wondering if you’re alright. Paint my appetite for losing self control. It’s not so much of a character defect, it’s more like an appendage. And when I scream so hard my lungs fill with blood, never turn back and say you felt sorry for me all along. Sometime tonight the stars, the sun, and the moon will align, forcing me to put on my dancing shoes. Although they may have caulks on them, I am not a horse, nor any animal for that matter. The only animal that I wish to be called is a halcyon. For if I was a halcyon, then when you run over me, like you always do, I will have the power to calm the winds and waves, and during the winter solstice when the sun packs his bags, I can then sit; nested on the ocean, learning peace and tranquility. It is only then do I wish to be referred to as an animal. I am not an animal, nor am I human. I am of greater decent than that of mortal standards. I am free, I am legend, I am dead.
Your ocean blue eyes make this easy. Park Place Avenue seems so empty when you’re gone. The midnight scene last so much longer when you cry. So take the glass against your wrist, be satisfied, be satisfied tonight. “I’m sorry “she said “there’s been too many nights waiting for your call, signed regretfully yours.” The stars won’t shine for me to make it home tonight. I’ve changed so much, but I can’t change what I’ve already done. Well I won’t be breathing long tonight; this damp air stops my pulse from beating. So here we go again, this time we’ll scream out loud, and tell ourselves we tried to make it right. Dressed in black and white, red flowers and tears drowning out suspicions from what could have been, a reason to live another day. The church choirs singing its last anthem for the mourning. Dressed in black and white to let him go; rest on. Streets were quiet, her motives were set, and she took her life. So take the glass against your wrists, be satisfied tonight, and tell me what you’ve learned so far. Angels will cry on this morning sunrise, the leave are falling faster in November, your ocean blue eyes make this easy. Park Place Avenue seems so empty when you’re gone. Dazed and lonely, my watch still moves, but I can’t tell time. Dead end roads, to dream I thought I knew, I thought I knew you. Go on! Walk away from this wreck, my heart! Mends well; my heart, mends well, too well to face the truth. I still have a heart, and my heart mends well. Walk away from this wreck, to face the truth. Go on! Go on! Go on! My heart mends well, my heart mends. Go on! Walk away from this wreck. My heart; mends well. Go on! Walk away from this wreck, my heart! My heart mends... Your ocean blue eyes draw me back to when I was alone. So innocent, so distraught, while the surroundings soar. My heart feels like it’s in a forest fire come save me baby, the water cools the ache and pain but the fire melts it away. So you might as well, please, just cut my legs off now. I’d be better off crawling, instead of making excuses because I’ll walk alone tonight, two floors below you, and if I saw your ocean blue eyes I’d melt all over. If I had a picture for every time you cried I could fill my walls like a collage. Life’s too short to see the big picture, you’re almost dead, and we’re all dying instead. Have a drink, an old man wishes he were young again. Beginners luck is just a game on a timed schedule. Don’t be afraid to swim, you’ll float or die trying. Go make your move, it’s now or never, it’s now or never. Walk alone the streets are more inviting at night loneliness is just a part of growing old. Take her hand, embrace the warm feelings you share inside; by the ocean, together as one, she’s dying, we’re all dying tonight. Let it go. Trying too hard to fight the future, the plan. Sing a sad song to an old friend, he’s all alone, he’s living the dream. Stay up late, build a fire and watch the rain drown it out. You’re getting older; you’re starting to get wise. Sit down to think times over, be thankful for what you had. Slowly now, you’re almost there. Everyone around you has gone somewhere. Take a deep breath, the news has come, you’re an old man. Wishing you were young again, take her hand, take her hand. Broken hands tonight as I stare into your ocean blue eyes. Bitter, heartless, selfish actions, I did it all just to impress you. Music playing over and over and I’m afraid I’ll end up falling short. Blood dries on my shirt, reminding me I still have a heart. And I can’t find my house, second left, second one on the right. Second best to everything you ever knew, everything you ever knew. If I could just look into your eyes and watch the way you stare at the stars id die for you in a minute id be alive. I love you baby, tonight I want to stay. This winter night is yours, cold air fills my lungs, and I can’t say that I’m sorry for your loss. Two floors down the stairs she gets away from me, by the time I realize she’s already gone. This air is cold tonight and I’m all alone out here. Tears of joy running down her face; if I could, I wouldn’t last without her, it’s too late. Open up your lungs and breathe me into your heart. Keep me there while I sing myself to sleep and I’ll say goodnight. November nights we would watch the leaves fall and cover the ground with autumn’s amber ashes. We could dance tonight away feeling warm with each other. Starring into your ocean blue eyes, you captivate me. Weill I won’t be sleeping long tonight. Feelings of guilt haunt me in disguise. So here I am again, this time I’ll scream out loud. And tell myself to make it right. Don’t say goodbye, don’t say goodnight. We can bottle up this ocean, don’t say goodbye, don’t say goodbye to me. Down beneath the ground, cold air stops my pulse. Dressed in black and white, just to say goodbye, tonight. Dear miss I’ve told you this before, I got a letter that I wrote for you. It’s missing feelings and lacking compassion, but never mind, but never mind. November nights, we would watch the leaves fall and cover the ground with autumn’s amber ashes. We’ll dance tonight as the sky cries for us; feeling warm with each other. Your ocean blue eyes will tell the truth. Bring me closer to you. Later that night, back on highway thirty-five, it was the right time to go. I never forgot how you told me to love you, I never forgot… This is your wake up call; the leaves are falling faster in November. You’re only a couple minutes late, your wakeup call called you today. Hold your hand out on the line and tell me you “love me so much more.” I’m at the red light, wishing we were dancing, feeling warm with each other. And I’m crying in disaster when the news of you came crashing down to me. I can’t tell you how much I never noticed the obvious, I can’t. And I can’t tell you how much I’d put myself through just to hear you say “those were the best times, staying together to envy the rain.” And now your perfume still lingers, still swings in my room. I’ll write this letter as my excuse to justify what I’m doing. It might not last; it might not make a difference at all. Will this fire burn me to ashes please, or will I drown in this ocean of tears? Will this fire burn me to ashes please. It just doesn’t seem so right. Front page report: Another innocent one dies today. It’s you and I. watch the rain, soak it in, dying for what we thought we knew. Blood on my clothes again; trying, I can’t convince you. And I can’t help the fact that you make me feel like I’ve been ruined and run over by your words. It’s obvious you beat me down, kill me and I’ll die alone. Break my bones and steal my heart and take tonight away. In the hospital room that night, caring only to see you open your eyes; long winter nights, another tear I can’t hide. You will be saved; you will know everything and know all the right things to say. Only you, only you could do this well. Something special shines from your eyes, you were so happy, your smile never looked so beautiful, I knew I could always love you. I cut myself last night, trying to find a way to get you out of me. For the second week in a row, I can’t go to sleep at least until I say “I loved you once, I lost you then. You burn my heart like coffee burns your skin.” I wish you were a weed so I could drown you in my poison, and throw you in the bag. Last time I remember, it was the best night of my life. You cried to me by my side, you and your ocean blue eyes. The city lights never looked so good from this bridge above, if I jumped now tonight, would it end all those times I tried? Broken hearts tonight as I stare into your ocean blue eyes. Stab me in back again, only this time make it last. Stars will burn as I lay down tonight; silence brings to me everything I need to mend this right… The water is cold tonight and I’m all alone, all alone without you, you and your ocean blue eyes. I’d read the clouds to you, draw the moon and stars near your window, just to make you feel at home. Don’t you forget the beach we first kissed on, and tell me to my face how it is you really feel. Because I swore to myself that I’d never lose someone like you, I’d never get me heart broke, when being careless never paid off. Now I’ll sleep the nights worrying if the rain will show rather than enjoying the time. Please burn me to ashes, please. Those were the best times, burn me to ashes please, staying together to envy the rain, in this ocean of tears, and now your perfume still lingers, still swarms in my room; I’ll write this letter, please, as my excuse, burn me so. It might not last; it might not make a difference at all. Just four more lonely nights out here, this sun has yet to run away. The tide comes and goes all night; I’m laying here wondering if you’re alright. Paint my appetite for losing self control. It’s not so much of a character defect, it’s more like an appendage. And when I scream so hard my lungs fill with blood, never turn back and say you felt sorry for me all along. Sometime tonight the stars, the sun, and the moon will align, forcing me to put on my dancing shoes. Although they may have caulks on them, I am not a horse, nor any animal for that matter. The only animal that I wish to be called is a halcyon. For if I was a halcyon, then when you run over me, like you always do, I will have the power to calm the winds and waves, and during the winter solstice when the sun packs his bags, I can then sit; nested on the ocean, learning peace and tranquility. It is only then do I wish to be referred to as an animal. I am not an animal, nor am I human. I am of greater decent than that of mortal standards. I am free, I am legend, I am dead.
Bleeding Emotions
Hand by hand, step by step,
Only guided movements help scale such a tree.
In this colossal tree,
climbing high with the sky,
I can see, I see the sea.
Too distant for my reaching arms,
A ship caught in the horizon, sounded by alarm.
This tree I climb,
metaphorically mirroring life,
Stands solid and stern
Each branch stamps
Concepts, principles, and lessons learned
Progressively,
I find myself afloat on that boat,
And I sail away.
Enduring every wave,
every splash made;
Only to shatter an iceberg that day
Anchors aside, this hull has been breached;
The titanic goes down by the neoteric leak
Under this twilight moon and star filled sky,
Sinking, crashing down, we die
Past waves have made impressions on the shores claimed
Where the light house forever stands,
Giving obeisance to the titanic’s name in vain
When news of the percussion hits land,
A story began of the fallen men and their last stand
Filled with water and sinking by the second,
Men stand with pales in hand
Trying to stay afloat hoping for sudden sight of distant lands
Neither space nor time would rewrite this tale of men gone
Only space and time will heal these wounds in a life that lies beyond
I’ve walked on the same road,
following my shadows for too long now,
way too long. Traveling over; two separate paths,
two separate sides. On the same road, for way too long.
I am alone. Can you see me?
I’m almost gone. But still I stand here,
oh so close, so close to home.
Only on two separate sides.
Two separate lives;
one thrives while the other dies,
the other dies.
In my own eyes,
I’m still alive,
still living a lie.
Reaching for the sky,
I stand on solid ground.
Suddenly now, I’m falling down,
still falling down.
Not a crowd,
I’m in the ground,
under the sound.
Ten feet down,
suddenly now;
I’m finding out,
I’m drowning down.
Darkness all around me,
when light breaks free,
light breaks free.
You all surround me,
to let me see,
to remember me.
Only you complete me,
only you can let me free.
Only you make me,
make me believe,
I can break free.
From the person I used to be,
I can almost see, almost see.
The man I am supposed to be,
so close to me, so follow me.
Give me your hand now,
and show me now, I'm not alone.
Darkness all around me,
when light breaks free,
you remember me.
Finally home now.
This air I breathe,
so close to me,
setting me free.
Only you make me believe,
I can break free,
so make me believe.
Only you complete me,
the man I am,
the man I see.
Give me your hand now,
I’m not alone,
I’m finally home.
I see the darkness
Fabrication of phantoms who betray me
Swallowing fear behind a curtain
Only to gait with falter
I engulf the rays of light
Giving birth to breath
Tainted lungs capture emotions
Spoken words turned to potion
I speak in silence
Lurking beneath shadows of sorrow
Misguided intentions decay
Acquiesced in solace at the strike of solstice
When darkness comes
There will be fire
And when burnt out, the smoke rises
Higher into the air, higher and higher
Illuminating skies
The shadows dance with the flare of the fire
Water pours in and mends our desires
Still we stand feeling all the energy
Ready to embark on our mission of generosity
We dance in costumes among the cosmos. The blade severs shields of survival, whispering throughout all worlds: words of wisdom. Orchestrated beneath an army of silence; a beggar’s belief. Entangled angels, mangled and strangled, crowning Kings and Queens; granting glory to thieves among those who cry in need, thus, a beggar’s belief floats free! Silent are the rounds of sound drones, shown to the masses, thrones thrive through caskets, buried alive by hidden eyes that lie. Snitches rise with the night and fall in season when leaves give reason. Guarded by saints and sailors, we crew the captain’s ship; a pirate fights at solstice in silence. We rape and pillage, we kill and steal, we rise with the night and fall at will. With the ghost and goblins, the witches and ghouls, we’re devious devils destined to dance this ballot; singing a song seldom sung by souls of solace and sorrow. Silently spoken through swells of the sea. And when a sun rises, we shall rise too! Another fight, another night, another flight, another knight. Betrayed by our brothers under moon’s light, the revenge we tread upon, fools fall under twilight! Left to fade away as the daylight dies, skies cry, seas turn sides, and eyes shed new light over hallow hearts of those who lie. Forever to reap in heaven or hell. In costumes we dance, orchestrated on Earth as an Army in silence, we bestow a beggar’s belief.
I’ve been lying here
For what seems like an eternity
Only a ghost in the wind
Only a ghost to the winds
Eyes shut still forever; frozen, lost in time
Appendages numb under frostbite
Always slaved by a growing silence
Always a slave growing silent
I’ve been lying here, only a ghost in the wind for what seems like an eternity, only a ghost to the winds. Eyes shut still forever; frozen, lost in time, always slaved by a growing silence. Appendages numb under frostbite, always a slave growing silent; just a slave grown in silence.
Only guided movements help scale such a tree.
In this colossal tree,
climbing high with the sky,
I can see, I see the sea.
Too distant for my reaching arms,
A ship caught in the horizon, sounded by alarm.
This tree I climb,
metaphorically mirroring life,
Stands solid and stern
Each branch stamps
Concepts, principles, and lessons learned
Progressively,
I find myself afloat on that boat,
And I sail away.
Enduring every wave,
every splash made;
Only to shatter an iceberg that day
Anchors aside, this hull has been breached;
The titanic goes down by the neoteric leak
Under this twilight moon and star filled sky,
Sinking, crashing down, we die
Past waves have made impressions on the shores claimed
Where the light house forever stands,
Giving obeisance to the titanic’s name in vain
When news of the percussion hits land,
A story began of the fallen men and their last stand
Filled with water and sinking by the second,
Men stand with pales in hand
Trying to stay afloat hoping for sudden sight of distant lands
Neither space nor time would rewrite this tale of men gone
Only space and time will heal these wounds in a life that lies beyond
I’ve walked on the same road,
following my shadows for too long now,
way too long. Traveling over; two separate paths,
two separate sides. On the same road, for way too long.
I am alone. Can you see me?
I’m almost gone. But still I stand here,
oh so close, so close to home.
Only on two separate sides.
Two separate lives;
one thrives while the other dies,
the other dies.
In my own eyes,
I’m still alive,
still living a lie.
Reaching for the sky,
I stand on solid ground.
Suddenly now, I’m falling down,
still falling down.
Not a crowd,
I’m in the ground,
under the sound.
Ten feet down,
suddenly now;
I’m finding out,
I’m drowning down.
Darkness all around me,
when light breaks free,
light breaks free.
You all surround me,
to let me see,
to remember me.
Only you complete me,
only you can let me free.
Only you make me,
make me believe,
I can break free.
From the person I used to be,
I can almost see, almost see.
The man I am supposed to be,
so close to me, so follow me.
Give me your hand now,
and show me now, I'm not alone.
Darkness all around me,
when light breaks free,
you remember me.
Finally home now.
This air I breathe,
so close to me,
setting me free.
Only you make me believe,
I can break free,
so make me believe.
Only you complete me,
the man I am,
the man I see.
Give me your hand now,
I’m not alone,
I’m finally home.
I see the darkness
Fabrication of phantoms who betray me
Swallowing fear behind a curtain
Only to gait with falter
I engulf the rays of light
Giving birth to breath
Tainted lungs capture emotions
Spoken words turned to potion
I speak in silence
Lurking beneath shadows of sorrow
Misguided intentions decay
Acquiesced in solace at the strike of solstice
When darkness comes
There will be fire
And when burnt out, the smoke rises
Higher into the air, higher and higher
Illuminating skies
The shadows dance with the flare of the fire
Water pours in and mends our desires
Still we stand feeling all the energy
Ready to embark on our mission of generosity
We dance in costumes among the cosmos. The blade severs shields of survival, whispering throughout all worlds: words of wisdom. Orchestrated beneath an army of silence; a beggar’s belief. Entangled angels, mangled and strangled, crowning Kings and Queens; granting glory to thieves among those who cry in need, thus, a beggar’s belief floats free! Silent are the rounds of sound drones, shown to the masses, thrones thrive through caskets, buried alive by hidden eyes that lie. Snitches rise with the night and fall in season when leaves give reason. Guarded by saints and sailors, we crew the captain’s ship; a pirate fights at solstice in silence. We rape and pillage, we kill and steal, we rise with the night and fall at will. With the ghost and goblins, the witches and ghouls, we’re devious devils destined to dance this ballot; singing a song seldom sung by souls of solace and sorrow. Silently spoken through swells of the sea. And when a sun rises, we shall rise too! Another fight, another night, another flight, another knight. Betrayed by our brothers under moon’s light, the revenge we tread upon, fools fall under twilight! Left to fade away as the daylight dies, skies cry, seas turn sides, and eyes shed new light over hallow hearts of those who lie. Forever to reap in heaven or hell. In costumes we dance, orchestrated on Earth as an Army in silence, we bestow a beggar’s belief.
I’ve been lying here
For what seems like an eternity
Only a ghost in the wind
Only a ghost to the winds
Eyes shut still forever; frozen, lost in time
Appendages numb under frostbite
Always slaved by a growing silence
Always a slave growing silent
I’ve been lying here, only a ghost in the wind for what seems like an eternity, only a ghost to the winds. Eyes shut still forever; frozen, lost in time, always slaved by a growing silence. Appendages numb under frostbite, always a slave growing silent; just a slave grown in silence.
Drama
I’ve been watching. For too long now, I’ve seen the things that nobody seems to notice, the things that never should have happened, the things that do happen, and even the things that happen but don’t go accordingly to the plan. I’ve seen the sky eat this world alive, I’ve seen the sky give this world supplies, but everything I see, I see from my own eyes. I’ve felt the earth sway, shake, crumble, and cry. I’ve also felt the world feel so alive. Mankind’s instinct is to survive, but to what extent does survival extend? We have, and will always, take what we need; but we also take what we want, and modern man wants too much. There is nothing wrong with living in excess, but let me ask you this: If you have so much of something and you need another, why not give the excess to another, and you can both prosper together; then, is it possible for one’s self to do something for someone without gaining anything in return? And also, may you let me ask, why are we, as humans, so consumed with bettering thy self, as we often forget, without the notice, of others in need of assistance? We should now define a need and a want. For it be needed to survive, but it doth wanted to have for pleasure. The luxuries of life are given to those who earn them, amid, somewhere in between, there lies the one who is given all. Such persons are of two discourses: they either value what they have, and understand how our “system” works (that’s a whole other story altogether, and we don’t want to go there right now…maybe later), or they take everything for granted, and disperse everything at will. The universe is all about balance, everything has an opposite, and without each other, neither would exist. We say no human is perfect, but that is false. We were made to make mistakes, so in being imperfect, we are being perfect. Our education system is corrupt, the media, the government, and almost everything, except self. The sooner you wake up and smell the lies, the deception that has been going on and on for centuries, you will realize what it is to truly live. We have been given the gift of choice and reason, and it is within our own actions that we do, or do not, limit what happens. Everything has a consequence, but what you choose to believe, makes you who you are. Consider this: A man of thought can only think for so long, until he expires; but it takes a man of action to put such thoughts in motion. So the same man, that is a man of thought, can only think for so long. Until he realizes that in order to change, you must take thoughts and put them into action, for it is without an action that a thought becomes useless. And so, to bring change, we must act on our thoughts, to better thy self, and help others; without the wanting of anything in return we will learn to appreciate all that we have. A new wave of change lies ahead, I’m on the boat, sailing towards enlightenment, towards understanding of infinity, and all I ask is: will you come aboard…
..And when all is said and done, I will no longer digress into the depths of such a secluded, profound, cave. For it has evolved, it is incalculable and irresistible; therefore, I ready my wings and become lost. Myself, silently within the darkness that engulfs, only a ghost to the wind, solely a ripple in the tides.
Being in this situation becomes more depressing each day. Realizing that even with all the help of others, I still tread this ground, digging my own grave. Yet still with all the help of others, the saddest part is that I cannot even say I’m in this situation because each decision I made. I cannot even say that there wasn’t ever anyone here to stay; too many times I’ve gone astray, leaving it impossible for anyone to help any day. With all the ropes around me, in this hole where I dig my grave, each one swinging my way, attacking my head with each thrust made. Too stubborn to give in and reach for something secure, I’d rather lie down and give up alone than grab a helping hand ready to guide me home.
Feeling helpless and abandoned, in this boat I stay in alone. Somehow still afloat, with a handful of holes and water breaching the hull, I still manage to keep from drowning. Bucket less and numb, the freezing water surges in, how much longer till I drown to the bottom, how much sooner till I create more problems.
..And when all is said and done, I will no longer digress into the depths of such a secluded, profound, cave. For it has evolved, it is incalculable and irresistible; therefore, I ready my wings and become lost. Myself, silently within the darkness that engulfs, only a ghost to the wind, solely a ripple in the tides.
Being in this situation becomes more depressing each day. Realizing that even with all the help of others, I still tread this ground, digging my own grave. Yet still with all the help of others, the saddest part is that I cannot even say I’m in this situation because each decision I made. I cannot even say that there wasn’t ever anyone here to stay; too many times I’ve gone astray, leaving it impossible for anyone to help any day. With all the ropes around me, in this hole where I dig my grave, each one swinging my way, attacking my head with each thrust made. Too stubborn to give in and reach for something secure, I’d rather lie down and give up alone than grab a helping hand ready to guide me home.
Feeling helpless and abandoned, in this boat I stay in alone. Somehow still afloat, with a handful of holes and water breaching the hull, I still manage to keep from drowning. Bucket less and numb, the freezing water surges in, how much longer till I drown to the bottom, how much sooner till I create more problems.
Abstract
All hail shape shifting reptilians, Anunnaki, planet Nibiru, Sumerian gods, and Babylon. Annals of Earth include a detailed description of how Nibiru created the asteroid belt by destroying a planet, Tiamat, in roughly the same orbit, and which created the Earth in the aftermath, the Earth being a remnant of the greater, destroyed planet. Pyramids are way stations for the supreme beings of the universe. Atlantis was their city. The birth of “life” and genetically engineered modern humanoids. The lost book of Enki. White wolves*
We need to let the fear of change go, the conception of the unknown, the unspoken, and broken. Awoken, we strive, to dive into the abyss that we survive, and revive, and we try to resist. With our fist, we make crypts, ignorance is bliss and I do admit, the human species slowly cease to exists. At our extent, we extend our extensions, the logic of chronic, the knowledge of demonic, but seasons become reasons, and seasons change, so reasons must remain open for close mindedness is the treason of perpetual gain. Live in the moment and awareness will overcome, developing thoughts into actions, and reactions of passion happen. It is with our own satisfaction, that we take a new breath; a new crest brings death, with it friends are laid to rest. But dress to impress and inevitably digest. The media has spoken and I was chosen, bring your emotions to the ocean, and with blinded eyes we throw them. But the air, the wind, the Earth and the water, will guide us and fly us, before dusk, we must. Live on with your memories, just trust me you’ll be free. For those who have fallen, deep down to the depths within a better place, let it be known that we share your grace, a story without a name, glory without the fame. With embrace and fate, we calculate our state of disgrace. For one is nothing without another, and two halves of a whole become something forever. For what was. is now, and what will has become. Virtue’s a veracious vice, for our tongues, without it we cannot balance the scales of life. We are but a vessel, a ship in distress in an ocean of regrets. Look to the sky and you find the sun, the moon, and the stars in the sky. The planets revolve around both you and I. Lessons are learned as knowledge comes free, eager minds aspiring recycling the tree. Clouds inspire and disperse the seed, overcome by disease, we hold the only key. Residing in a sea of what we choose to be, make what you will of this place we see. Worlds are many, and meticulously mighty, words of wisdom whisper irrevocably precisely. Music harmonizes, creating branches so tight, destruction brings chaos, but sheds a new light. Take a glimpse and gather the rays, into the darkness we digress into the cave. Today is the day, tonight is the time, forever changed is my body and mind.
Writing or Composing, or reading the chosen, the chosen arts of music,
movies, mind, and matter. Each step I take places me higher and higher, I am who I am, but only until I expire. And thus, be enlightened for mankind is only a agenda of the human race.
“Love is a short word, but it contains it all:
It means the Body, the Life, the Entire Being;
We feel it as we feel the warmth of the Blood;
We breath it as we breath the air;
We carry it in ourselves as we carry our thoughts;
Nothing more exists for us; It is not a word;
It is an impressionable statement made up of four letters…”
-Greg Melton(R.I.P.)
It is within our mind, actively seeking place and purpose,
that the umbrella of thought and reason exist. All consuming,
it shelters us from destruction's downpour; the rage that spawns
decay, the flames of the fire that burn away. Nibbling at our
intentions, for it becomes our demise, selfish actions have an equal
reaction. Crimes of passion, crimes for fashion, the depravity of
homosapien's desire for power will unearth and uproot all that has grown.
It Is within our own minds that we see the truth, besayer, and we are willing to succumb to it's agenda. For it be, without knowledge, the human race has a decision to make: To be enslaved, as we always have been, burdened by the progress of infinity; or to withdrawal such notions, and proclaim that one self must digress, and possess...it is within our emotions that we spawn the potion, for the ocean, and such notions bring us motions, to reveal the true agenda of the universe…
We need to let the fear of change go, the conception of the unknown, the unspoken, and broken. Awoken, we strive, to dive into the abyss that we survive, and revive, and we try to resist. With our fist, we make crypts, ignorance is bliss and I do admit, the human species slowly cease to exists. At our extent, we extend our extensions, the logic of chronic, the knowledge of demonic, but seasons become reasons, and seasons change, so reasons must remain open for close mindedness is the treason of perpetual gain. Live in the moment and awareness will overcome, developing thoughts into actions, and reactions of passion happen. It is with our own satisfaction, that we take a new breath; a new crest brings death, with it friends are laid to rest. But dress to impress and inevitably digest. The media has spoken and I was chosen, bring your emotions to the ocean, and with blinded eyes we throw them. But the air, the wind, the Earth and the water, will guide us and fly us, before dusk, we must. Live on with your memories, just trust me you’ll be free. For those who have fallen, deep down to the depths within a better place, let it be known that we share your grace, a story without a name, glory without the fame. With embrace and fate, we calculate our state of disgrace. For one is nothing without another, and two halves of a whole become something forever. For what was. is now, and what will has become. Virtue’s a veracious vice, for our tongues, without it we cannot balance the scales of life. We are but a vessel, a ship in distress in an ocean of regrets. Look to the sky and you find the sun, the moon, and the stars in the sky. The planets revolve around both you and I. Lessons are learned as knowledge comes free, eager minds aspiring recycling the tree. Clouds inspire and disperse the seed, overcome by disease, we hold the only key. Residing in a sea of what we choose to be, make what you will of this place we see. Worlds are many, and meticulously mighty, words of wisdom whisper irrevocably precisely. Music harmonizes, creating branches so tight, destruction brings chaos, but sheds a new light. Take a glimpse and gather the rays, into the darkness we digress into the cave. Today is the day, tonight is the time, forever changed is my body and mind.
Writing or Composing, or reading the chosen, the chosen arts of music,
movies, mind, and matter. Each step I take places me higher and higher, I am who I am, but only until I expire. And thus, be enlightened for mankind is only a agenda of the human race.
“Love is a short word, but it contains it all:
It means the Body, the Life, the Entire Being;
We feel it as we feel the warmth of the Blood;
We breath it as we breath the air;
We carry it in ourselves as we carry our thoughts;
Nothing more exists for us; It is not a word;
It is an impressionable statement made up of four letters…”
-Greg Melton(R.I.P.)
It is within our mind, actively seeking place and purpose,
that the umbrella of thought and reason exist. All consuming,
it shelters us from destruction's downpour; the rage that spawns
decay, the flames of the fire that burn away. Nibbling at our
intentions, for it becomes our demise, selfish actions have an equal
reaction. Crimes of passion, crimes for fashion, the depravity of
homosapien's desire for power will unearth and uproot all that has grown.
It Is within our own minds that we see the truth, besayer, and we are willing to succumb to it's agenda. For it be, without knowledge, the human race has a decision to make: To be enslaved, as we always have been, burdened by the progress of infinity; or to withdrawal such notions, and proclaim that one self must digress, and possess...it is within our emotions that we spawn the potion, for the ocean, and such notions bring us motions, to reveal the true agenda of the universe…
Politics
Sorrow eyes gaze upon the abandoned and obtrusive memories of swine. Reflections of empathy refract rigorously, resulting in recession of rhythmic rampage. Effortlessly swallowing sanity, we begin to realize rudimentary rituals; Celebrating together, sharing sacred songs of sacrifice. Embracing innovative expressions equally we endure dismissive destruction with discipline. Favoring fellow friends with fortunate desires; fulfilling eloquent fantasies of solitude and solace. We begin to understand our chains to the cosmos and eventual enlightenment of culture and earth combine, giving us the strength to persevere and explore the unknown depths of mind, matter, and time.
A prime position to be in: Prepared for war. Prepared for death. On the fence as if unsure to stay and bear To run and hide, or to stand and fight. In a society full of deceit, dishonor, and misdirection We still have eager minds, intelligent to the tip But it takes a man of action, not a man of words We seek all the right answers in all the wrong places We hide behind a false front, giving a sense of security The mind is a powerful machine, capable of infinity But we have to ask ourselves, when will we take it back Take what was once ours, which now lies tarnished; Beneath a cloak of misconceptions, depravity, and unethical ideals Our country was once a free mans land, but man became greedy and the land changed We no longer barter, or trade one idea for another, we all seek the killing stone: money How have we let an entire nation bind us into such taunt situations? The capital vices of our generation consistently keeps us on pins and needles Are we unaware of the near future, or just confused in finding out purpose? We go about all day, doing the things we hate the most When was the last time you were genuinely happy What was the most recent relaxation from stress and worries you took? Everyday thousands of people are born, but they die by the million Killing under a code is one thing, but killing for greed, envy, or pride is another The greatest wrath of all is that which we bestow upon ourselves, our conscious Gluttony prevails everywhere, with our extravagant spending and lavish toys What happened to helping others and giving back, Why spend a million on a gold ceiling, or a obtuse diamond Many people on earth would give anything to have fresh water, a warm meal and a safe place to live Too caught up in materialistic values and shoddy education, sloth takes us by the throat Lusting for the wrong thing in all the right places, we degrade ourselves by what we have become I myself am not a believer in God, but I do know there is something watching over us One day soon it will shed no more laughs or tears, this will become the downfall of humanity Without change, without growth, we will surly wilt out; be it by war or ignorance, a change will come There is always two sides to every occasion: good & evil, up & down, right or wrong, and weak or strong And so it goes the same way with choice & reason, how you decide impacts everything From the life you live, the wars you wage, and the steps you take, to the gate, or to the grave Either way, amid the sea of life, you shall never forget: knowledge is power, but with power, comes choice
DEATH JUDGEMENT HELL GLORY
Being optimistic is a virtue, self-motivation and discipline, loyalty and honor all go hand in hand. True friends stab you in the front but help you learn to better yourself. When hard times come enjoy them, learn something, be different, unique, be yourself. No limitations, you are who you are and it's not what you do that defines you but how you go about doing it that makes you yourself. Don't be afraid to be confident, although being arrogant leaves room for failure and demise. Above all, be loyal to yourself, your family and your friends, love to love and learn to fight for what you believe in. Don't let anyone tell you you cannot do something, you can do anything as long as you have the knowledge and the willingness to be humble and able to learn, forgive, change, and grow. Remember to always look forwards and aim high, dont forget the past, but dont dwell on it either. Life is what you make of it and it starts with your choices, here, now, or whenever you decide to begin you life. We are born and from that moment on we are constantly dying in a sense; so enjoy the life that you make and remember that mankind and humanity in it's essence is only a vessel for the spirit or soul to flourish in whatever environment it may encounter, in eternity...
When the world dances to my song of sorrow..
Closed eyes, shadowing open minds, eager to dabble and coexist.
On their shoulders I stand, ready, awaiting the oncoming surge..
My trek leads straight to the heart of the beast. Where I will take pleasure, In MURDER; for purpose, passion, or personal endeavors. [limited not only to the sane or insane] BUT THE PEOPLE IN SLAIN, to the people: in pain, those who proclaim, and those who we train. For it be known, that pain is only a stain, to which the brain refrains from doing the same; so listen closely to catch the change train. it's always in route and charters to your fancy, so c'mon take a ride sometime! You'll dine, and drink wine, maybe rewind, kill time, or even become divine. Either way, what's mine is your's and what's you's is mine; and we can only rely on the mind, to prevent crime and predict time, because in the end, we are only a FrAcTiOn within the formula
Escape this world, for there be many mountains of atrocity; reclaim the land, of which, your foot will stand...
A prime position to be in: Prepared for war. Prepared for death. On the fence as if unsure to stay and bear To run and hide, or to stand and fight. In a society full of deceit, dishonor, and misdirection We still have eager minds, intelligent to the tip But it takes a man of action, not a man of words We seek all the right answers in all the wrong places We hide behind a false front, giving a sense of security The mind is a powerful machine, capable of infinity But we have to ask ourselves, when will we take it back Take what was once ours, which now lies tarnished; Beneath a cloak of misconceptions, depravity, and unethical ideals Our country was once a free mans land, but man became greedy and the land changed We no longer barter, or trade one idea for another, we all seek the killing stone: money How have we let an entire nation bind us into such taunt situations? The capital vices of our generation consistently keeps us on pins and needles Are we unaware of the near future, or just confused in finding out purpose? We go about all day, doing the things we hate the most When was the last time you were genuinely happy What was the most recent relaxation from stress and worries you took? Everyday thousands of people are born, but they die by the million Killing under a code is one thing, but killing for greed, envy, or pride is another The greatest wrath of all is that which we bestow upon ourselves, our conscious Gluttony prevails everywhere, with our extravagant spending and lavish toys What happened to helping others and giving back, Why spend a million on a gold ceiling, or a obtuse diamond Many people on earth would give anything to have fresh water, a warm meal and a safe place to live Too caught up in materialistic values and shoddy education, sloth takes us by the throat Lusting for the wrong thing in all the right places, we degrade ourselves by what we have become I myself am not a believer in God, but I do know there is something watching over us One day soon it will shed no more laughs or tears, this will become the downfall of humanity Without change, without growth, we will surly wilt out; be it by war or ignorance, a change will come There is always two sides to every occasion: good & evil, up & down, right or wrong, and weak or strong And so it goes the same way with choice & reason, how you decide impacts everything From the life you live, the wars you wage, and the steps you take, to the gate, or to the grave Either way, amid the sea of life, you shall never forget: knowledge is power, but with power, comes choice
DEATH JUDGEMENT HELL GLORY
Being optimistic is a virtue, self-motivation and discipline, loyalty and honor all go hand in hand. True friends stab you in the front but help you learn to better yourself. When hard times come enjoy them, learn something, be different, unique, be yourself. No limitations, you are who you are and it's not what you do that defines you but how you go about doing it that makes you yourself. Don't be afraid to be confident, although being arrogant leaves room for failure and demise. Above all, be loyal to yourself, your family and your friends, love to love and learn to fight for what you believe in. Don't let anyone tell you you cannot do something, you can do anything as long as you have the knowledge and the willingness to be humble and able to learn, forgive, change, and grow. Remember to always look forwards and aim high, dont forget the past, but dont dwell on it either. Life is what you make of it and it starts with your choices, here, now, or whenever you decide to begin you life. We are born and from that moment on we are constantly dying in a sense; so enjoy the life that you make and remember that mankind and humanity in it's essence is only a vessel for the spirit or soul to flourish in whatever environment it may encounter, in eternity...
When the world dances to my song of sorrow..
Closed eyes, shadowing open minds, eager to dabble and coexist.
On their shoulders I stand, ready, awaiting the oncoming surge..
My trek leads straight to the heart of the beast. Where I will take pleasure, In MURDER; for purpose, passion, or personal endeavors. [limited not only to the sane or insane] BUT THE PEOPLE IN SLAIN, to the people: in pain, those who proclaim, and those who we train. For it be known, that pain is only a stain, to which the brain refrains from doing the same; so listen closely to catch the change train. it's always in route and charters to your fancy, so c'mon take a ride sometime! You'll dine, and drink wine, maybe rewind, kill time, or even become divine. Either way, what's mine is your's and what's you's is mine; and we can only rely on the mind, to prevent crime and predict time, because in the end, we are only a FrAcTiOn within the formula
Escape this world, for there be many mountains of atrocity; reclaim the land, of which, your foot will stand...
Ghost Motives
All I hear is the silent chill, dancing to exasperation. All I smell is the potent stench, more intriguing than volatile. I feel as if I’ve been here for years, and therefore, I know. Although, I am alone here, mentally, there are many others existing all around me. I am a believer. Not of the books, the lies, and the deception, but a believer of self. Hope remains to seek a worthy patron. In this life, the past, and the future, it will all coagulate, therefore becoming a new era. Based on cycles of the universe, collectively encountering omniscient exasperations to infinity.
These able hands, with such omniscient endowments,
need only a sound foundation to which they can anchor onto;
thus enabling a means for exploration.
Rising tides swell, tilt the cataclysmic cycles, endeavor bliss for the crew. It's fascinating, watching how quickly mankind can tarnish what we think is knowledge, yielding corruption, power, and enslavement; we are oblivious of truths as the Earth once knew, and we have become a vile specimen for the helotry of humanity.
Our species has become so rare. To find such unscathed souls, is laudable and grateful. Without perseverance mankind will rupture upon itself, departing a trail for solemn seekers… Now is time for action, set to insurrection against swathing manifestations of cataclysmic events. Mutiny prevails, cloaked façades shine in the eyes of a nation; devils lurk beneath the surface. Yielding the tactics of a designer amalgamation. Society’s deception is so vast that we have become the puppeteers.
We ride a deep crew to own the night, armed and ready, prepared to fight; resisting a world for the dead, surviving rising tides under horizons marked by moon’s light.
Take every breath you’ve ever been given back. For a moments notice, one last glimpse of the past caught your eyes; bleeding tears of sorrow saturate sublimely. Suddenly, sounds of souls submerge with a rising tide. Surrender for salvation, a manifestation of proclamation. Seek worthy values and surround yourself with those who guide you, strive to dive into a design of understanding and enlightenment. Engage in true happiness when you and Earth co-exist as one. Bliss is only the tread of the wheel you’ve slung. In due time, reflect and respect, for it is what we make of ourselves that drives us, and each day yields a puddle of knowledge to absorb.
These able hands, with such omniscient endowments,
need only a sound foundation to which they can anchor onto;
thus enabling a means for exploration.
Rising tides swell, tilt the cataclysmic cycles, endeavor bliss for the crew. It's fascinating, watching how quickly mankind can tarnish what we think is knowledge, yielding corruption, power, and enslavement; we are oblivious of truths as the Earth once knew, and we have become a vile specimen for the helotry of humanity.
Our species has become so rare. To find such unscathed souls, is laudable and grateful. Without perseverance mankind will rupture upon itself, departing a trail for solemn seekers… Now is time for action, set to insurrection against swathing manifestations of cataclysmic events. Mutiny prevails, cloaked façades shine in the eyes of a nation; devils lurk beneath the surface. Yielding the tactics of a designer amalgamation. Society’s deception is so vast that we have become the puppeteers.
We ride a deep crew to own the night, armed and ready, prepared to fight; resisting a world for the dead, surviving rising tides under horizons marked by moon’s light.
Take every breath you’ve ever been given back. For a moments notice, one last glimpse of the past caught your eyes; bleeding tears of sorrow saturate sublimely. Suddenly, sounds of souls submerge with a rising tide. Surrender for salvation, a manifestation of proclamation. Seek worthy values and surround yourself with those who guide you, strive to dive into a design of understanding and enlightenment. Engage in true happiness when you and Earth co-exist as one. Bliss is only the tread of the wheel you’ve slung. In due time, reflect and respect, for it is what we make of ourselves that drives us, and each day yields a puddle of knowledge to absorb.
Memoirs
I satisfy the darkest grounds, in a time of bleeding perseverance
I choose to remain a soldier of the earth. With my mind and my motions I will construct the fortress and surrender my arms. Together humanity will take control, and abscond this world in the hands of those who grasp conceptions of a unified nation. Such notions will be the catalyst of a cataclysmic apocalypse and in there eye's we will see the dawn of a new age. There comes a time, diluted to a silent calm, orchestrated for the masses. This is why we fight, this is what we speak in tone, and this is who we are. Children of the virtuous; miscreants to the fallen beauty of earth. Intricately woven, distributed among our nation we lie dormant. Upon our resuscitation, humanity will endure the recoil of our wrath.
Awoken and sentient, liberal hands extend to convalesce society. Weathered souls broaden action, to revitalize and rekindle lost relations. Sufficient, yet dexterously derisive, the human genome strives to become celestial; an assertion of allegiance, evading elegant prophecies, conductive to perpetual subjugation.
Tension remains, as the last striving effort for mankind to retain strength, Superfluous amounts of eager minds mingle and mix amid the darkness. Clandestine societies conjugate, corruption under eyes of oblivion. But let it be known that we discern what lies beneath the surface. We reach out to the golden blaze of a succulent sun to say we are not afraid. It is in this moment, when we are at peace with ourselves, our mind, and our environment. That we reach such unattainable goals as we burst into ecstasy. While it does not last eternally, we are happy with what we have, Given the supreme endowments of all: the gift of choice, reason, and redemption.
Severance voids the unknown bondage of the human race. To those who have forgotten, our souls echo in eternity; Whispering words of wisdom; wisely, without desire, wholeheartedly. Slaving to the sounds of sub consciousness, seldom to seek sovereignty, Marching to the mastery of madness; mindlessly marauding meticulously. Accustom to the barbaric rituals of sacrifice, consumed in the illusion of security, Righteously seeking purpose in a manifestation of creation, a falsified education, Smothered by corrupt publications, we seek information from a hidden nation. Infiltration and auspicious, unethical relations, reclaim us to a sagacious extent, But the persistence of mankind baffles beyond perception, always striving towards separation; Resulting in a fluctuation of self-proclamation and our apparent desire for amalgamation.
This ever changing discourse plays over into my nightmares; wide eyes seek bright skies, so scared, so rare, and so unprepared
I choose to remain a soldier of the earth. With my mind and my motions I will construct the fortress and surrender my arms. Together humanity will take control, and abscond this world in the hands of those who grasp conceptions of a unified nation. Such notions will be the catalyst of a cataclysmic apocalypse and in there eye's we will see the dawn of a new age. There comes a time, diluted to a silent calm, orchestrated for the masses. This is why we fight, this is what we speak in tone, and this is who we are. Children of the virtuous; miscreants to the fallen beauty of earth. Intricately woven, distributed among our nation we lie dormant. Upon our resuscitation, humanity will endure the recoil of our wrath.
Awoken and sentient, liberal hands extend to convalesce society. Weathered souls broaden action, to revitalize and rekindle lost relations. Sufficient, yet dexterously derisive, the human genome strives to become celestial; an assertion of allegiance, evading elegant prophecies, conductive to perpetual subjugation.
Tension remains, as the last striving effort for mankind to retain strength, Superfluous amounts of eager minds mingle and mix amid the darkness. Clandestine societies conjugate, corruption under eyes of oblivion. But let it be known that we discern what lies beneath the surface. We reach out to the golden blaze of a succulent sun to say we are not afraid. It is in this moment, when we are at peace with ourselves, our mind, and our environment. That we reach such unattainable goals as we burst into ecstasy. While it does not last eternally, we are happy with what we have, Given the supreme endowments of all: the gift of choice, reason, and redemption.
Severance voids the unknown bondage of the human race. To those who have forgotten, our souls echo in eternity; Whispering words of wisdom; wisely, without desire, wholeheartedly. Slaving to the sounds of sub consciousness, seldom to seek sovereignty, Marching to the mastery of madness; mindlessly marauding meticulously. Accustom to the barbaric rituals of sacrifice, consumed in the illusion of security, Righteously seeking purpose in a manifestation of creation, a falsified education, Smothered by corrupt publications, we seek information from a hidden nation. Infiltration and auspicious, unethical relations, reclaim us to a sagacious extent, But the persistence of mankind baffles beyond perception, always striving towards separation; Resulting in a fluctuation of self-proclamation and our apparent desire for amalgamation.
This ever changing discourse plays over into my nightmares; wide eyes seek bright skies, so scared, so rare, and so unprepared
Sensation of the natural senses
I came in from the rain, to a place full of warmth. Torn and mangled, abused from the untamed playgrounds of the ocean. Effortlessly dragged and constantly sinking, submerging to the depths, I found myself. The fierce undertow of the currents took me in and relished the moments. Rope in hand, the ocean was pulling me in, length by length, and I’m feeling each and every jarring motion. Convulsions. My body, motionless and lifeless, drifts among the wakes, surrendering to defeat, solid ground has to be found, for the weak can only tread this water so long…I’m alive and well but am I really on slid ground? I can feel myself sinking, my heart beating away, but I’m searching for something more; open your eyes, step out of the lies…echo’s of whirlwind cyclones resonating cohesively. Coagulating unbound thoughts. Sparking conceptions furnish the void of the mind, enslaved be morals and values.
-B-L-A-C-K—O-U-T-
..Awaken the earth of plague
Disguised by selfish ties
Cloaked under a Veil of sorrow
Misguided souls, collected and adorned
Dare to speak with haste
Under the eyes of lies
United we Fall
Feel the earth die.
Let the ground shake beneath your feet.
Brace for the impact and recognize our defeat
Destroying the weak link of time, we unveil the oncoming front.
Shadows hiding from sunlight, stars cloaked by the clouds,
Imminent forces at work well beyond our expectations.
Starry eyes churning endless tears as the fire swells,
Engulfing a suffering world…
Weathered and saturated by the ages of time,
Hope remains to seek a worthy donor.
Distraught and desolate, our purpose reaps in sorrow.
We claim to summon the flames that have recluse.
Brought from the hollows within, structure renounces
Delivering order to chaos, clarity to confusion;
Light of the night sheds weight of purpose.
The resonating drums of conviction stain airwaves
Keeping the tempo, united as one, falling unrestricted
Swarming clouds of repulsion flood the atmosphere
Claws of lightning tear the sky apart, revealing clarity
How fast we turn our backs to this suffering world, to our dying race
Deaf ears of civilization, oblivious to shrieking gust of anguish
Cavalier eyes will no longer shield the desertion of humanity
Our earth suffers in drought, surrendering to internal bleeding
The catalyst of abuse is humanity, with our merciless traditions
We are at fault; we are the plague that contaminates this tormented world
-B-L-A-C-K—O-U-T-
..Awaken the earth of plague
Disguised by selfish ties
Cloaked under a Veil of sorrow
Misguided souls, collected and adorned
Dare to speak with haste
Under the eyes of lies
United we Fall
Feel the earth die.
Let the ground shake beneath your feet.
Brace for the impact and recognize our defeat
Destroying the weak link of time, we unveil the oncoming front.
Shadows hiding from sunlight, stars cloaked by the clouds,
Imminent forces at work well beyond our expectations.
Starry eyes churning endless tears as the fire swells,
Engulfing a suffering world…
Weathered and saturated by the ages of time,
Hope remains to seek a worthy donor.
Distraught and desolate, our purpose reaps in sorrow.
We claim to summon the flames that have recluse.
Brought from the hollows within, structure renounces
Delivering order to chaos, clarity to confusion;
Light of the night sheds weight of purpose.
The resonating drums of conviction stain airwaves
Keeping the tempo, united as one, falling unrestricted
Swarming clouds of repulsion flood the atmosphere
Claws of lightning tear the sky apart, revealing clarity
How fast we turn our backs to this suffering world, to our dying race
Deaf ears of civilization, oblivious to shrieking gust of anguish
Cavalier eyes will no longer shield the desertion of humanity
Our earth suffers in drought, surrendering to internal bleeding
The catalyst of abuse is humanity, with our merciless traditions
We are at fault; we are the plague that contaminates this tormented world
Meditations
As I close my eyes, time dissolves to the tides that balance life. I lead the wave of a new age, not just a revolution, an evolution of escalation; a reinvention of existence. Self-preservation, disguised by contamination, a revitalization of conscious exploitation. Relish the moments we have, resting happiness on our shoulders. Feel the warmth, comfort, and security of relationships. Cherish those memories of what has been and what once was, but above all, find joy in the present; envision what will become of you. Of course there will be obstacles and situations that may glide your direction but within an itinerary will gratify your goals. Furthermore, seek true knowledge: knowledge of thyself, the surroundings, and imminent forces that grasp you; ultimately confiding trust and loyalty in those whom you’ve entrusted and decorated around will be true friends.
So rare, somewhere, somehow, you’ll spot me. Or somewhere, I’ll stare, and spy you as you sustain. This pain, such shame; in my sorrow from this game. Slain by a smooth scythe, that I strop in shallow light. At silent twilight, I’ll say goodnight, tonight.
Shadows speak to us softly and swiftly, often passing unnoticed and unappreciated. Thus, a trail of bread crumbs is left in order to grasp onto our realizations. Hence the futile partition to divide, separate, categorize, and classify our species. Suddenly, a gust of wind disturbs such intentions and invokes the decay of humanity. Winds will expire, oceans will respite, augmentation will cease and evolution will continue without the existence of mankind. Hollow thoughts will fill the void; a galaxy with eternal beliefs of an ecstasy that once survived. Before creatures inhabited it, such rapture was bliss, but after years of exploitation and effluence, it ultimately deteriorated from toxic venom fabricated within. Brought on by a wave of calloused souls, the inclinations that shape are minds are the trenches upon which, in due course, we will entangle ourselves in. Arrogance is more present that ever, fluid and inexhaustible; though space and time will bleed throughout eternity in an oncoming storm which will arise with fierce intentions. The desiccated and neglected reservoir in which our ambitions are held has been contaminated by our own struggle for control. It must be acknowledged that we shall yield ourselves to those around us, and let ourselves be consumed by a greater conception. So stark is the undulating conduit of oppression. The vindictiveness of totalitarian institutions amongst us swells our vague perceptions; distorting, engorging, and engulfing the lackluster credibility of aristocracy that incessantly ripens throughout our naive civilization. Living a life in the shallows of others has become too mundane to acknowledge. We deprive ourselves of our conscious efforts to develop meaningful relationships with those we trust. Inevitably, we will surrender our efforts and breach the boundaries of such affairs; often ensuing in poignant and psychological cessation. Though, through our various faults and tribulations, radiance spawns upon us. The light has been cast; we must act now without vacillation, in order to reap our right to revolutionize ourselves, as we are perceived in the eyes of those around us. As bleak as the hours of darkness, the river runs thick as blood, winding fluidly, flowing sinuously, transforming and evolving irrevocably throughout its course. Our actions expose light into the vast unknown territory within, thus defining us, and therefore swathing our manifestations, unless such notions are notably configured in order to cease our existence. We must blend the concepts that lie amid us and enable ourselves to utilize our ambiances; it is then that we find novel connotation and exclusive escalation. The ever elusive triumphs and trounces of our past, style and contour our expectations; if we intend to succeed with any sort of longevity we must rekindle the anguished chains of our past and dye the beginnings of our avenues with attainment. Strip us of our pride, for it is the only thing we justly own. Tell us how we are such a vital foundation for our nation, yet we see massacre upon transgression, unbound by the laws. Tell us that we are the future of tomorrow; but we are not the imminent prospects of tomorrow. Regardless if we subsist or expire, tomorrow will come, and in due course tomorrow will exceed us; inevitably becoming the past, to which we so covet to seek. Throughout history is has been revealed that the one and only occurrence we can hold with any conviction is death. The past embodies what the future will entail, thus carving the channel for which the water of life will soon flow; trickling mysteriously, taunting the currents of our existentialistic values. Knowledge is the integrate tool used in grasping true perception of the world as we know it; the minds of our past leaders coincide with the present, evolving conception of a new world. Our roots must not grow under us, but they must lead us forward towards new beginnings, resulting in self-sufficient thoughts. Salvation is realizing what is now, what is principle, what is freedom, and making a conscious effort to acclimatize new ideology. There are some inquisitions we cannot answer, but it is within our psyche where the resolution lies. Waiting, eating at our qualms, it indulges from an endless stream of consciousness. Focus, we are but a mere nomadic essence wondering within the cosmos. Accept what you possess, reach for what you yearn and never rely on false misconceptions of what veracity truly is; strive to become more that just a narcissistic entity, sanction all efforts to suit divinity.
So rare, somewhere, somehow, you’ll spot me. Or somewhere, I’ll stare, and spy you as you sustain. This pain, such shame; in my sorrow from this game. Slain by a smooth scythe, that I strop in shallow light. At silent twilight, I’ll say goodnight, tonight.
Shadows speak to us softly and swiftly, often passing unnoticed and unappreciated. Thus, a trail of bread crumbs is left in order to grasp onto our realizations. Hence the futile partition to divide, separate, categorize, and classify our species. Suddenly, a gust of wind disturbs such intentions and invokes the decay of humanity. Winds will expire, oceans will respite, augmentation will cease and evolution will continue without the existence of mankind. Hollow thoughts will fill the void; a galaxy with eternal beliefs of an ecstasy that once survived. Before creatures inhabited it, such rapture was bliss, but after years of exploitation and effluence, it ultimately deteriorated from toxic venom fabricated within. Brought on by a wave of calloused souls, the inclinations that shape are minds are the trenches upon which, in due course, we will entangle ourselves in. Arrogance is more present that ever, fluid and inexhaustible; though space and time will bleed throughout eternity in an oncoming storm which will arise with fierce intentions. The desiccated and neglected reservoir in which our ambitions are held has been contaminated by our own struggle for control. It must be acknowledged that we shall yield ourselves to those around us, and let ourselves be consumed by a greater conception. So stark is the undulating conduit of oppression. The vindictiveness of totalitarian institutions amongst us swells our vague perceptions; distorting, engorging, and engulfing the lackluster credibility of aristocracy that incessantly ripens throughout our naive civilization. Living a life in the shallows of others has become too mundane to acknowledge. We deprive ourselves of our conscious efforts to develop meaningful relationships with those we trust. Inevitably, we will surrender our efforts and breach the boundaries of such affairs; often ensuing in poignant and psychological cessation. Though, through our various faults and tribulations, radiance spawns upon us. The light has been cast; we must act now without vacillation, in order to reap our right to revolutionize ourselves, as we are perceived in the eyes of those around us. As bleak as the hours of darkness, the river runs thick as blood, winding fluidly, flowing sinuously, transforming and evolving irrevocably throughout its course. Our actions expose light into the vast unknown territory within, thus defining us, and therefore swathing our manifestations, unless such notions are notably configured in order to cease our existence. We must blend the concepts that lie amid us and enable ourselves to utilize our ambiances; it is then that we find novel connotation and exclusive escalation. The ever elusive triumphs and trounces of our past, style and contour our expectations; if we intend to succeed with any sort of longevity we must rekindle the anguished chains of our past and dye the beginnings of our avenues with attainment. Strip us of our pride, for it is the only thing we justly own. Tell us how we are such a vital foundation for our nation, yet we see massacre upon transgression, unbound by the laws. Tell us that we are the future of tomorrow; but we are not the imminent prospects of tomorrow. Regardless if we subsist or expire, tomorrow will come, and in due course tomorrow will exceed us; inevitably becoming the past, to which we so covet to seek. Throughout history is has been revealed that the one and only occurrence we can hold with any conviction is death. The past embodies what the future will entail, thus carving the channel for which the water of life will soon flow; trickling mysteriously, taunting the currents of our existentialistic values. Knowledge is the integrate tool used in grasping true perception of the world as we know it; the minds of our past leaders coincide with the present, evolving conception of a new world. Our roots must not grow under us, but they must lead us forward towards new beginnings, resulting in self-sufficient thoughts. Salvation is realizing what is now, what is principle, what is freedom, and making a conscious effort to acclimatize new ideology. There are some inquisitions we cannot answer, but it is within our psyche where the resolution lies. Waiting, eating at our qualms, it indulges from an endless stream of consciousness. Focus, we are but a mere nomadic essence wondering within the cosmos. Accept what you possess, reach for what you yearn and never rely on false misconceptions of what veracity truly is; strive to become more that just a narcissistic entity, sanction all efforts to suit divinity.
Waves & Degrees
Wise eyes stare into a stark void, lifeless and oblivious to the destruction among. It's gaze, overpowering & numbing from its origin. Set ablaze by catching a mere glance, the recognition of imminent forces encompasses my thoughts and fill my mind with harrow depictions of a life once led. Left and abandoned, I remember now what had once been, before being deteriorated gradually by the trials and tribulations of my own existence.
Suffocate. Demise, relish and remember, for tonight I will judge thy will to reign as a leader among common men. Bring forth every intention you choose, it beckons you inside, blanket the revolution towards a downfall. Pierce my veins with the virus that acclimatizes war upon all. Hate and destruction boil within my heart, producing toxic gases which shall rain over those who stand in my path. Reflections of a distant past, scorned dry; lifeless and void you will be laid to rest by my fist, sword, or words of plague. There is no mercy, such an illusion has become frail and weak, and without it I will flourish among the eternal fire that burns inside.
As the gears of time ever so eloquently grind, nurturing and guiding the countless cycles of oppression, there lies a ghastly presence. Among only those who pass threw sinister ideals, it waits to strike under a veil of impenetrable measures with forthcoming conviction.
Words chosen wisely, spoken to the crowds of the masses. Wielding the power to turn sand into steel and blood into bullets. Tears turned to ashes, surrounded by cathedrals of body and bone. The sky bleeds potently with overtones of grays, radiating tears of abandonment. The beseeched & the broken unite to revolt against forces with caliginous intent. Tones of war endlessly cycle our ears, screaming echoes of colossal fortitude.
Hear their cries, their stories of silence. Somber solitude waits, decaying flesh with toxic poison. Beneath broken bones, hearts mend hope with eternal love. Bruised by shadows too distant to touch, too vicious to encompass. Flared by light, the dawning age of change awakens. Stirring violently, it surges forward towards the human race; entangling itself in the tentacles of life, it breaths new beginnings. Left feeling satisfied and complete, it returns when intentions expire by the hand of wrath.
Arms spread wide, giving to the oncoming winds
Lift my body, solid with its intangible feathered wings
I gaze upon rays of delicate substance which adorn those who seek truth with blinded eyes. Cloaked by a mask of dull, grayed shadows, our world lies in empathy. I give myself pain, which bears love, endlessly to self-destruction. I am the counterweight that balances the scales of life. Balance is infinitely measurable to those who seek the truth. Therefore, I sway with the tides of earth, waiting to unravel; Revealing conceptions upon mankind; in due time, I will bring the dawn of a new age.
Enslaved by a foundation that has brought turmoil to mankind
Society is blinded by the lies that cycle around and entangle us
Corrupted from birth, we are taught false fixations to education
Disregarded as usable substance, manipulated to entertain and provoke in order to further an agenda, we are fed streams of anomalies to keep us from revolting. Time has come to rise against such institutions and demand answers. If we still find ourselves confined, we will fight to unveil the truth. The death of political control is the only solution to complete freedom; It's our choice to know truth, which turns the gears within, seeking resolution.
As the tide surges forward, it extinguishes my will to unearth
With the blood on the curtains and the body on the floor, bow down
Respect this blade; through its movements it holds your downfall
In kindred we are manacled by our wars within, yielding illuminations of lament.
Suffocate. Demise, relish and remember, for tonight I will judge thy will to reign as a leader among common men. Bring forth every intention you choose, it beckons you inside, blanket the revolution towards a downfall. Pierce my veins with the virus that acclimatizes war upon all. Hate and destruction boil within my heart, producing toxic gases which shall rain over those who stand in my path. Reflections of a distant past, scorned dry; lifeless and void you will be laid to rest by my fist, sword, or words of plague. There is no mercy, such an illusion has become frail and weak, and without it I will flourish among the eternal fire that burns inside.
As the gears of time ever so eloquently grind, nurturing and guiding the countless cycles of oppression, there lies a ghastly presence. Among only those who pass threw sinister ideals, it waits to strike under a veil of impenetrable measures with forthcoming conviction.
Words chosen wisely, spoken to the crowds of the masses. Wielding the power to turn sand into steel and blood into bullets. Tears turned to ashes, surrounded by cathedrals of body and bone. The sky bleeds potently with overtones of grays, radiating tears of abandonment. The beseeched & the broken unite to revolt against forces with caliginous intent. Tones of war endlessly cycle our ears, screaming echoes of colossal fortitude.
Hear their cries, their stories of silence. Somber solitude waits, decaying flesh with toxic poison. Beneath broken bones, hearts mend hope with eternal love. Bruised by shadows too distant to touch, too vicious to encompass. Flared by light, the dawning age of change awakens. Stirring violently, it surges forward towards the human race; entangling itself in the tentacles of life, it breaths new beginnings. Left feeling satisfied and complete, it returns when intentions expire by the hand of wrath.
Arms spread wide, giving to the oncoming winds
Lift my body, solid with its intangible feathered wings
I gaze upon rays of delicate substance which adorn those who seek truth with blinded eyes. Cloaked by a mask of dull, grayed shadows, our world lies in empathy. I give myself pain, which bears love, endlessly to self-destruction. I am the counterweight that balances the scales of life. Balance is infinitely measurable to those who seek the truth. Therefore, I sway with the tides of earth, waiting to unravel; Revealing conceptions upon mankind; in due time, I will bring the dawn of a new age.
Enslaved by a foundation that has brought turmoil to mankind
Society is blinded by the lies that cycle around and entangle us
Corrupted from birth, we are taught false fixations to education
Disregarded as usable substance, manipulated to entertain and provoke in order to further an agenda, we are fed streams of anomalies to keep us from revolting. Time has come to rise against such institutions and demand answers. If we still find ourselves confined, we will fight to unveil the truth. The death of political control is the only solution to complete freedom; It's our choice to know truth, which turns the gears within, seeking resolution.
As the tide surges forward, it extinguishes my will to unearth
With the blood on the curtains and the body on the floor, bow down
Respect this blade; through its movements it holds your downfall
In kindred we are manacled by our wars within, yielding illuminations of lament.
Viewpoint
Below the omniscient views of the land lies an underworld waiting to be discovered. Choose to stay with what is known or dare to dig further towards a new enlightenment. It's time to cross the Rubicon and watch the stars eloquently dance. Let chaos lead us to an even greater understanding of our universe.
Detached and secluded, warm beginnings await, without promise or firm dictation we lose what we know, hence the inevitable chronological point of cessation and demise. While it stares at us, we see it's withered ends and cold shoulders, and we run.
Fashion an apparatus capable of pleasant destruction. One that yields the burning desire for knowledge; and which wields the constraints of time and existence. Ready a vulgar message to those who in surge with frantic contrivance. Render a steady aim towards exculpation but invite only the most potent sapper; entrust and transfuse such notions of instruction. Burdened by discipline and diluted from infestation, spawn aristocratic institutions to serve apprehension. Articulate abecedarian fundamentals of discipline and honor. Unveil the gratuity, cloaked by our civilization, to the kinsmen of Arcadia. Seek the wisdom, hereditary in its nature, yielding the plight of essence within consciousness among established constituents.
Engulfed in such a whirlwind of despite, displeasure, and dominance, I seek, gasping for breath; entangled upon a lifeless void where frail lungs collapse within, several goad intentions expire. This place, null and overcompensated, reeks of saturation and imminent hue; a placid canopy has spewed amidst it's convulsions of lunacy and lackluster proportions. Fist clenched, hips aligned, aim poised. Steady and calm, with target in sight, I can feel the presence of darkness and destruction; it is within yet surrounds and entangles me. Explicitly intimate and surreal. Although somewhat foreign at first, conformity gradually sets in; it breaches itself ever so gracefully into the memories of my past. A comfortable numb, such a novice and futile connotation. Its essence is dull and gray. Strangely opposed, I am satisfied and content, ready for action.
We have our degrees of certain entertainment and contentment, but nevertheless, we all seek a common sanctuary. One that lies subtle in its longevity, with its dreary weather struck faces, beaten and tried by the brutal rays of nature and time. The sanction of nobility, gratuity, and humbleness swells within, our intentions set, engaged, we long for the compensation of recognition, while coercively nurturing our desires to explore, conquer, and obtain. We are our most sinister fears and our perfect guardians, combined and unrestricted. I can almost forget what it feels like for a moment, my leaden soul, calloused over by the trials of time; it has become evident to me that its fluid appendages have become stone hard, bruised with attention and abandonment. In this final hour of judgment I become alive, unrestricted, and uncontainable in such solemn nature.
Detached and secluded, warm beginnings await, without promise or firm dictation we lose what we know, hence the inevitable chronological point of cessation and demise. While it stares at us, we see it's withered ends and cold shoulders, and we run.
Fashion an apparatus capable of pleasant destruction. One that yields the burning desire for knowledge; and which wields the constraints of time and existence. Ready a vulgar message to those who in surge with frantic contrivance. Render a steady aim towards exculpation but invite only the most potent sapper; entrust and transfuse such notions of instruction. Burdened by discipline and diluted from infestation, spawn aristocratic institutions to serve apprehension. Articulate abecedarian fundamentals of discipline and honor. Unveil the gratuity, cloaked by our civilization, to the kinsmen of Arcadia. Seek the wisdom, hereditary in its nature, yielding the plight of essence within consciousness among established constituents.
Engulfed in such a whirlwind of despite, displeasure, and dominance, I seek, gasping for breath; entangled upon a lifeless void where frail lungs collapse within, several goad intentions expire. This place, null and overcompensated, reeks of saturation and imminent hue; a placid canopy has spewed amidst it's convulsions of lunacy and lackluster proportions. Fist clenched, hips aligned, aim poised. Steady and calm, with target in sight, I can feel the presence of darkness and destruction; it is within yet surrounds and entangles me. Explicitly intimate and surreal. Although somewhat foreign at first, conformity gradually sets in; it breaches itself ever so gracefully into the memories of my past. A comfortable numb, such a novice and futile connotation. Its essence is dull and gray. Strangely opposed, I am satisfied and content, ready for action.
We have our degrees of certain entertainment and contentment, but nevertheless, we all seek a common sanctuary. One that lies subtle in its longevity, with its dreary weather struck faces, beaten and tried by the brutal rays of nature and time. The sanction of nobility, gratuity, and humbleness swells within, our intentions set, engaged, we long for the compensation of recognition, while coercively nurturing our desires to explore, conquer, and obtain. We are our most sinister fears and our perfect guardians, combined and unrestricted. I can almost forget what it feels like for a moment, my leaden soul, calloused over by the trials of time; it has become evident to me that its fluid appendages have become stone hard, bruised with attention and abandonment. In this final hour of judgment I become alive, unrestricted, and uncontainable in such solemn nature.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Eloquent
Like an iceberg, we are awoken
Sunlight deliquescing our layers exposed
We dissipate into currents of existence
Lithely, we harmonize with the motions
Intertwined and intermingled, In an abysmal flux
Convulsing undertows striving for our last breath
Lungs, suffused with fluid, become an anchor;
Elegantly winding to the depths of the ocean foundation
Affirmation of exploitation
There breaths another life...
Surrender encapsulates my vessel, forging the re-birth of a dead weight. Rising to the surface, a new existence has begun; continuously following the cycles of balance. When equilibrium yields the dawn of a new age We evolve to the next place, the next page, the next phase. Eloquently replicating the tides of motion, this cycle will change humanity; Giving in to the action of self conservation.
So here we stand, desolate and unaware. To see it through my eyes, to feel it in my bones. This path now leads us beyond redemption. Tongues of ignorance speak in erratic, voluminous swells; Salvation has eroded, broken from corrosion. Forgiveness has decayed, bliss will cease to exist. Torrents of blood contained within my veins Traversing rhythms of dissuasion, we become hollow and numb. As the new days beckon, we recoil in apprehension
What is it that you whisper? So tender, so still, so surreal. With a flick of the wrist...Today, I came. I conquered, I’m valiant. The one to bring all things down; I changed, I became. Destroyer.
Arming the force’s to prepare for impact, Brace yourself. This is real. Sudden fallacies await, but beyond us, there lies the fallen.. A tragic loss, we will re-build. I want you to take this world, with the air, right from you to seek clarity in sights. Seemingly solemn, rapture is null when exhausted worn hearts expire, desire rises higher and higher and now this requires a subtle confidence in speaking: to name the cloud; it was the same for me.
It’s dark in here, so dark I can see shades of black and gray. So much space, so much to do. I envy the darkness, calm, quiet, and intangible. Although I am in a state of meditation, this place is real. Self contained. A chance to seek identity, to find purpose; in a world controlled by society, media, and the governing laws. But into my cave, I regress to a society within myself. I seek perfection and control all actions for myself. I live in a cave, capable of any desire; the only limitation it has is within my own grasps. And therefore, I deliver the essence of life.
For every time I’ve held my tongue and chosen not to speak, I’ve sat and waited, upon the right time, a time when all shall be released. With a greater conception, a better perception, I follow my instincts and fulfill my visions. I lead the wave of a new age, not just a revolution, an evolution of escalation; a reinvention of existence. Self preservation, disguised by contamination, a revitalization of conscious exploitation.
Upon humanity I gaze with gyrfalcon eyes. Paralyzed by the depravity of which our society has transmogrified; broadcasting the conception of a unified nation. The hymn we sing gurgles in our throats. For it is with such unbroken words we cannot proclaim that we are continually deteriorated and corrupted by selfishness, dominance, and avariciousness.
I will bring a revitalization to mankind, a vessel to explore the unknown; and with each dive I make, I will become the essence of my exploitation
Calm shores await those who seek perfection; soothing, relieving, & impervious. The plague that depths the sea is within mankind, oblivious to the unknown, we destroy what is unattainable. Selfish actions dictate human nature, which has been reduced to the foundations of our society. We embrace change & shed new light, but we do not seek happiness within ourselves. Among the cosmos & natural elements we find true meaning in preservation. Our worst enemy is our own vague perception; our ability to neglect the unknown. Blood flows in all living things, although changing shape & form, we all sacrifice something to stay at constant equilibrium.
Sunlight deliquescing our layers exposed
We dissipate into currents of existence
Lithely, we harmonize with the motions
Intertwined and intermingled, In an abysmal flux
Convulsing undertows striving for our last breath
Lungs, suffused with fluid, become an anchor;
Elegantly winding to the depths of the ocean foundation
Affirmation of exploitation
There breaths another life...
Surrender encapsulates my vessel, forging the re-birth of a dead weight. Rising to the surface, a new existence has begun; continuously following the cycles of balance. When equilibrium yields the dawn of a new age We evolve to the next place, the next page, the next phase. Eloquently replicating the tides of motion, this cycle will change humanity; Giving in to the action of self conservation.
So here we stand, desolate and unaware. To see it through my eyes, to feel it in my bones. This path now leads us beyond redemption. Tongues of ignorance speak in erratic, voluminous swells; Salvation has eroded, broken from corrosion. Forgiveness has decayed, bliss will cease to exist. Torrents of blood contained within my veins Traversing rhythms of dissuasion, we become hollow and numb. As the new days beckon, we recoil in apprehension
What is it that you whisper? So tender, so still, so surreal. With a flick of the wrist...Today, I came. I conquered, I’m valiant. The one to bring all things down; I changed, I became. Destroyer.
Arming the force’s to prepare for impact, Brace yourself. This is real. Sudden fallacies await, but beyond us, there lies the fallen.. A tragic loss, we will re-build. I want you to take this world, with the air, right from you to seek clarity in sights. Seemingly solemn, rapture is null when exhausted worn hearts expire, desire rises higher and higher and now this requires a subtle confidence in speaking: to name the cloud; it was the same for me.
It’s dark in here, so dark I can see shades of black and gray. So much space, so much to do. I envy the darkness, calm, quiet, and intangible. Although I am in a state of meditation, this place is real. Self contained. A chance to seek identity, to find purpose; in a world controlled by society, media, and the governing laws. But into my cave, I regress to a society within myself. I seek perfection and control all actions for myself. I live in a cave, capable of any desire; the only limitation it has is within my own grasps. And therefore, I deliver the essence of life.
For every time I’ve held my tongue and chosen not to speak, I’ve sat and waited, upon the right time, a time when all shall be released. With a greater conception, a better perception, I follow my instincts and fulfill my visions. I lead the wave of a new age, not just a revolution, an evolution of escalation; a reinvention of existence. Self preservation, disguised by contamination, a revitalization of conscious exploitation.
Upon humanity I gaze with gyrfalcon eyes. Paralyzed by the depravity of which our society has transmogrified; broadcasting the conception of a unified nation. The hymn we sing gurgles in our throats. For it is with such unbroken words we cannot proclaim that we are continually deteriorated and corrupted by selfishness, dominance, and avariciousness.
I will bring a revitalization to mankind, a vessel to explore the unknown; and with each dive I make, I will become the essence of my exploitation
Calm shores await those who seek perfection; soothing, relieving, & impervious. The plague that depths the sea is within mankind, oblivious to the unknown, we destroy what is unattainable. Selfish actions dictate human nature, which has been reduced to the foundations of our society. We embrace change & shed new light, but we do not seek happiness within ourselves. Among the cosmos & natural elements we find true meaning in preservation. Our worst enemy is our own vague perception; our ability to neglect the unknown. Blood flows in all living things, although changing shape & form, we all sacrifice something to stay at constant equilibrium.
My Elegy
With a voice of intent, I can only hope humanity will understand. What prevails, and becomes, I cannot control. It is within the human race’s perception of time and duration of which I ‘exist’. Words are given a definition, a meaning, to visually express thoughts, concepts, ideas, and theories. The unspoken language between two souls hails above modern conceptions. Connected, raised under the umbrella, saturated sensations are dazed and desolate; numb to the touch. Every thought frozen, caught in the sound of silence.
that the umbrella of thought and reason exist. All consuming,
it shelters us from destruction's downpour; the rage that spawns
decay, the flames of the fire that burn away. Nibbling at our
intentions, for it becomes our demise, selfish actions have an equal
reaction. Crimes of passion, crimes for fashion, the depravity of
homosapien's desire for power will unearth and uproot all that has grown.
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