posted on Apr, 30 2016 @ 08:44 PM
An abstract construction;
production from combustions' obstructions
rustling with disrupting eruptions
So fight with the earth which hath dawned you
in spite of the delight from the light of the dark one
Stricken fortunes bestow torture,
you are natures orchid in an infinite orchestra
Storms lash wrath;
flames seethe from nostrils
of earths cold shadows cast,
May you conquer;
may not least,
nor last,
be tomorrow an encore
Heavy metallic liquid leaking is seeping,
seeking a warm embrace
a meaning,
a rhyme or reason
as the trickling time of seasons
design wicked feelings it seems stream
from a dealing with demons
who shine bright on dimly lit evenings
to the minds of dimly wit beings who are dreaming
all as a culture of vultures torture tumultuous sculptures of you
The wells run dry beside a temple
the complete circuit is a complete circus
or within one there are things done that you cant do,
return your mind to the source its a rental
youre a phantom,
follow the path preceded by lantern
hoisted by a fountain, a crown lays beside a temple
It must;
stay waiting to be picked up
or waiting to pick up rust
or wait till its weight wanes to just dust
The full house undergoes treacherous struggle,
a spade is at stake
reduced to a smoldering puddle of rubble,
fire stains the fain down with a flame however subtle
creating pain in the brain from a heart that never bubbles
A diamond is not a women's truest lover,
envision the truth in the eye of a brother,
lightning emerges from broken towers
tucked under covers,
hidden in passages of time are potential powers
mastering minds of cowards who
cower and stutter for
hours passed in nanos
Allow your energy to matter
Heed the words written in the roots of your ancestries flower
for it has soaked wisdoms reign; ignorance it doth not devour
Reality is almost certainly infinity attempting to understand eternity
and you're a joker? are you joking me?
I ought to ought
I thought
but naught,
thine heart which is beat to start with help from vines wine made tart;
is observed and reserved to be re served a verbiage of fine art,
a mind shark harkens to find a blind lark
broken by a night timed shine stark dark inclined arc
A beast finds a lined mark
as the dumb dog bites shy bark
tongue binded by a felines sly smarts
You only remember to forget the problems,
that dont occur to you while inside them you wallow
Happenstance;
circumstantial demands demand to be planned,
or demand repeating again and again
Illusion happens to be happy or sadden,
discoveries of dramatic nuance overloading realities,
is it a habitat for humanity or a divine battle league?
Grass gives back the light it has borrowed
and ventures beyond the horizon
of sorrow,
Life's only sorta rude without fortitude
until happiness springs forth tomorrow
and restores your morbid mood
Tears never bat an eye to reside in a stream of cry
down a cheeks side, or a mountain, or the sky
What's causing this
tattering of tarnished varnish
to harness garnish
through carnal carnage?
Stone is not even set in stone
and your home is built of bone
The mist beckons I visit thee on strewn paths of wood
through forests of dew and all to see they
whom thoust has called, you
Flowers robust in name and number
each to their own I exclaim and mumble,
the weeds and shade
sway and tumble
in the valley where
bees and babes bumble
Fixation with acceleration tunes to
a stationary relation with approximation,
in perennial positions I lay in impatiens with patience.
Radiating aires of vibrance in an acre of meadow
to meet the maker of these fair hills in silence,
in essence my Geppetto
We are the inventions and inventors,
conventions and dementors,
retentions and dissenters
apprehended and preventors
Of course,
treaties have been signed off course
with the graffiti of the times but whats worse;
squiggly lines perform intercourse with your mind
to form meaning, which youll find intertwined with remorse
at times an intent unkind from the source
First and foremost with no purpose
you are a man with a headless horseness
with nothing but no clue on your person
or worse yet a sacred curse thats worthless,
to wander this earth in search of a hearse
since you burst from birth to desert this worthless dirt you have learnt
The life of a maggot in an angels carcass
harnesses the faith it has not lost yet
Dawn lifts shadows from their sultry slumber
awakening the hidden temples of gods and men
Where are the holiest most perfect particles in the universe?
Where reality is more surreal then you can imagine
How did I become a player in this never ending game?
This physical metaphor can be no more then a cage
to test the brave as well as the insane
and If everythings' related,
well, that changes everything