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.
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