s/hell[re-dux]: as false light hovers -
graceful.
legions of stars
walk in hell
unaware
of the solarium
under their skin sheath
unaware
of the heaven
inside their shell
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s/hell[re-dux]: as false light hovers -
graceful.
legions of stars
walk in hell
unaware
of the solarium
under their skin sheath
unaware
of the heaven
inside their shell
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time portal:ancient alchemist master of 10,000 signs of the vulture lodge
high priest of the divine order of the talon
clawed hand grip plus nasally screech is the greeting
give up the secrets and your beloved get tortured -
for generations
Kennedy your next of kin
for decades
push the sword back in the stone
and draw blood blacker than the oil from the line of Camelot
more ancient than the Pyramids
elixir of the gods
who pull the puppet strings
of the breathing dead
who have the power to slay
Jupiter Zeus and the rest of them
but still – they don't know the infinite power that resides within
they get sacrificed anytime the wind blows or when the gods are scheduled to eat or when they feel like it
they hide the truth in plain sight of the plane-sighters
offspring of the Titans
which means their Titan's themselves
minds now like children
they fear their own artifacts and DNA facts
cause they forgot that they existed before the Sphinx was on Mars
they only know iron bars
their thoughts are limited
like they are in bars
they spit bars of tribal war scars
empty stories of killing kin
and drinking man made elixirs
which make it easier in this matrix navigation
sleepwalkers
who believe that god came down in the flesh
and appointed other humans to show them the way to the creator
for 10% of their wages
humans always mess up the experience of being human
where are all the sages?
[epilogue]
cyclopian man
dead to life
and blind as a mere mortal
forgot he created the time portal
after he stepped thru it
now he's going thru it
he lives in hell
within a hell
while in a shell
higher mind?
prove it
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run.
Running past street lights Running past garbage
Some of it breathing
Foul stench - Increasing
The further you get - from your safe haven
[There is]
No savior No savior
But you still savor
The sequence of events That occurred recently
On any given evening On any given weekend
Adrenalin peaking As the hours run later
The clock keeps on ticking Your shoulders get heavy
The shadows they thicken The shadows they thicken
The__? They close in
And try to surround you
But you will not give in You will not be taken
The odds are against you The odds are against you
But you ain't playing
Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run RUN.
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SIGHTLESS MIGHT:[partA] Pagan babies Vagrant school boys
Trap the damsel In Junior High
Christian schoolgirl Reverend's daughter
Revered position In parishioners’ eyes
Spinster’s ogle They love the preacher
His words are golden A gift from god
His offspring holy Precious angels
Meant for greatness Why do they cry?
[partB] Tears they fall To mourn the fallen
A short life span God's sacrifice
Why did this happen? That darling child
What good can come From sightless might?
[partC] The guilty trod Upon deaf echoes
Of voices pointed At the sky
Repulsive actions A lack of morals
Why are we made In this design?
[partD] Frightened eyes stare From the shadows
Escape they want But that’s denied
Hostile eyes peer Into those shadows
Ears closed off To innocent cries
Alone is painful Especially for a child Familiar to love at home
Unwanted touches The mind goes blank
Why won’t they just Leave me alone?
She screams inside! Her heart is pounding!
She prays from Hell There’s no reply
She feels the hate Disguised as loving Spoiled forever
To sightless might
[Epilogue] The guilty trod Upon deaf echoes
Of voices pointed At the sky
Repulsive actions A lack of morals
Why are we made In this design?
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RORSCHACH the nights? are dark and angry
the days? are cloudy remnants
of what happened at 12AM
the concretes a free clinic
collecting DNA which look like
Rorschach blots
that tell the story
of
the same damn thing
it’s groundhog day in the concrete jungle
early the next morning
the streets are : quiet. mournful. humble.
the stillness is beguiling
except for all the crying
which mostly flow inside
tears drip into the marrow
and slowly flood the temple
that questions its religion
and questions life tomorrow
because god seems so unkind to allow this daily struggle
what you don't see won't hurt you-
the benefits of being blind?
is not seeing walls that bind
but mostly unseen
is that pile of shit you stepped in
but you'll know that it's there
from the smell that surrounds
your essence
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fork. knife. spoon. “The hand using us means what?”
Said the knife to the spoon Who only dipped While knife sliced, chopped and cut The fork pierced his guest
As a team All three were ferocious
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the mad man the mad man cackles at an inside joke
he paces the platform engaged in deep conversation
with the wise man from the east
who no one else sees
people keep their distance
not sure of his next move
they pretend to not be afraid
he stinks he’s loud
he’s filthy
they pretend to be focused on their cell phones and tablets
they respectfully step away from the tracks
as the train pulls into the station
the wise man steps on the train
the mad man waves goodbye from the platform
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de.ad ma.n ahhhh…
life is massive and fantastic
then those walls close in
when squeezed from four corners
body frame loses wind
down the escalator brain starts to descend
just cause pressure makes diamonds doesn't spell a happy end
your diamond may be exposed in your next life
friend
between now and then cold and dark is your kin
soul chasing soul for many millennia
bond beyond blood the kinships always been
stardust born gold rusts when human
born to live and then die – once again
the only real sin? we don't learn no lessons
your only true friend? your reflection
and if you hate what you see?
(gunshot)
dead man.
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holographic: [part-A:] beyond the sea of darkness
and though the fog
wading through the murky waters
of your mental
you’ve searched for the home which you haven't entered
since before your fall
all you know is right now you don't belong with the ?
who seem to be everywhere
inside you feel that it's wrong
that you’ve been forced out of your square
and into this squalor called Babylon
where:
dysfunction is the norm
hate is the hub
ignorance is god
and all the hymns are bliss
reality is gone
everything is holographic
everything is false
[part-B:] metal mist in the clouds
nano bits in your manna
trying to cloud the eyeball above your brow
while the system clouds your logic with grammar
glamour can lead you towards a mental chasm
where echoes bounce off the walls of your skull
causing a rung to loosen on Jacob's Ladder
the serpent shed his skin and slid off
left your mouth full of froth eyes wide shut
watching the blue sky fade to dark
as you escape this hologram
for the after naught
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repercussion: Sun dried hearts Dumbfounded by repercussion
Never thought that it could happen
Neutralized all open ends
Burned the evidence And vacuumed up the ashes
At times the guilt rises to the surface So they try to pretend Like everything is giggles and laughter
But behind closed doors Tears they shed
Blood runs red In all beings They found out the real way
So their days consist of looking over their shoulders Awaiting the pay back — Trying to avoid the repercussion
But as the days grow older They tend to relax — Because they believe the past won’t touch them
But your past foes emotions burn hot When glory is not theirs to try on
So they express the sour grapes theory Baring canine teeth Updating Aesop’s translation
To fit that space in time Where envy becomes indignation
And the scourge of society becomes you — And everything that you’re about
So they have to wipe you out
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