Freely Written

Flesh ripped away
Fibers torn, swift injections
Numb the pain- pulsing pulse
Fists tight - internal dissections

Blood racing; blurring all inhibitions
Muscles spasm, race; bitter beasts: scream
Within the confines of this throbbing mind
Tick, tick, tock - beating eyes; flashing truths

All micro-consciousness pleas with
Those false Gods above to elevate; to purge
This infernal damnation, leverage; shift-
Drive away, vroom vroom - all reality gone: disfigured

Still I recall those days of agony born
Purest in its moment stead, torn from its own actuality
And reformulated; remodulation: to fit this empty puzzle piece
Of existence and pain; memory - The great God's raven flies
Still as the throb robs me of my existence. Nevermore.

Free Writing

And I feel that I've fucked this illuminated crowd
Head shots, strobing light, reality's shift - eternal night
Colors mend within my stead-
Temporal euphoric templates, paint the darkness
As shades devoid of matter fixate here upon-
The re-vibrated downward spiral that is this dark demise

The stench of unity pervades upon these hymnal children; bound
Burn the carnal limbs-
Flung violently in a revolt against conformity.
Solidified expulsions of innate beings; change
As the burning flesh of youthful ghosts exhale forth-
Flashing truths of unity 'n freedom unknown by the many blind

We are no longer singularity - you see
For re-modulation grants us timeless bliss with this spacial sphere-
Everlasting temporarily of the unconscious kind
Faithful only to the falsities that are time's ravenous claws
Bang, bang, banging, bang - bloodshot eyes and hollowed dreams
All contain absolution here- forever lost within the blaring notes of creation

Intonational creational condemnation
Tarnished clay of rotted oils and pollute toxins swept-
Into waves and waves of bodies; ends or starts with no realization outside of
The beating rhythms of Frequencies met and accepted by the eyes of perfection
Abstract uniformity uneven to its very core though pervasive only in thought it yields
To the self made God's of this sanctuary; redefined by their acceptance, denied

Exhaust fibers, pain blanketed yet forgotten still; only for this moment
Flung bodies of ash and bone; rejuvenated in new lively breath - sweat; screaming screams - sweat
Echoing the all too elusive meaning of unconditional understanding
That is this juxtapositioning of aching muscles and ardent lies
Shadows mold into but flashes of their actuality as the world trembles and loses itself
Drunken by its own being and desire to escape itself - revisional reformation reformed
Towards an end that escapes all reason and thought; for but this moment in time; no longer known

pervasive invasion; internal persuasion adept to this timeless kept equation
Stories old; fabled lore; always born anew by masses known [fornicate]
still like those prior still; beating, beat, throbbing throb
Unto the end of all internality and peace; rejoice and set fire the vidicative air wave as all meaning is lost within this orgy of flesh and bone; of heart and stone
Inebriated ties; this alliance of unclouded resonance

Strobing light, Reality shift - [Forever night]

Illusionary Viscerations

Spatio-temporal coherence
Instability redefined
Optic nerve correlation
Facilate path ways re-affined

Framed thee silhouettes are bourne
Event data in’cidence fix
Walking dead consume the masses
Inhaling pollute stream of Styx

Vectoral image burnt upon-
Retinial templates – etching’s plate
Synthetic revolutions – thought
Held captive – false – by worldly grate

Take in lung the poisoned fume
Illusionary viscerations
From within – not of without
Contriving still these lacerations

Rip away the flesh of doubt
Circulite systems – prophets false
Temporal fixations – a different kind
Spacial hallucination granted pulse

Recreationalization
Figment shadows – substance grant
Seeded deep - potent soil
Humanal poiesis – pre-meaning plant

Of space ‘n time “sweet” complex
Dynamic clay - pursuit of pain
Secondary influence – perturbation
Obscurities dominate the clinically “sane”

Diverge from beauty to reformulate
The archaic origins of verial base
Back to divinity we vainly trace
To remodulate back into space

Escape - futile the human cast
Optics, senses, emotions vast
No rational mapping of historical past
Human Nature – Complex Contrast

Zephyrian Lust

Betray all corporeal firm’ment
Dance, Zephyr along ‘xaust skin
Tired, weary, still I waken
To commune this mourn. Succeed my kin.

This love affair of mother’s born
For ages kept this meeting scorn
That man with faint desires sink
‘n wake with need of song to drink

Dysphoria blind without context
The need, the drive – to again be one
That still the carnal fix be met
To breed of love or hate: The son

Natural course that kings be slain
Without remorse their wings abstain
The seeds of flesh’n blood give rise
To krononian way – covet the prize

Yet life’n pulse did already give
To the helpless youth that so may live
Next kin of sought that may succeed
And so too breathe n‘ventual breed

Zephyr too covets the innocent youth
And with desires tempt gives to sleuth
And so ‘gain the cycle turns ‘n turns
Of Anemoi decept- which all man learns

Remoted Minds - [Conscious Reality]

[Ionization] Sweet conceptual threat
System authority - Internally swept
Canon 'n verse...Order be kept
Blood of the fools - Martyr's seed debt

Rulers of "Gold" (Cities of lies)
Powers - Assertions - Pities these ties
Implications: These thoughts - Forever shift
The Power of mortals no longer rift.

Born now these Gods (Tyrant of bliss)
Emperors "Golden"...[laws] sealed kiss.
Spectors be damned - Poisoned this vain
Divinity tossed - Monocreation be slain.

Inter-digitization. Solutionary chain!
Divine Mortal concept - False Gods now Reign-
Infinite powers. Mechanical bane.
These "divinities" innate - Fakes how they feign.

Born 'n so scorn
Worn and forlorn
Tensed and so tired
The sovereign now mourn

These limit actions of men
Fabrications now kept
Sweet perceptions of finite
This purity wept.

Bind 'n confined the blind shall not find
Rewind all this kind - The solutions be mined
Past not the present - nor the future be lined
With the purest of sight that the Constine had Grind

Ionization - Obscurities - Sweet Zen
Uncertainties. Life. The greatness of men
History's distinction - Void science - Void "light"
Perfect solution..Within "Death" - Within [Night]

Friendship

This song oh so sweet, yet why should it hold?
With sweetest content, these memories cold.
Sweet lyrics of verse, sweet tempest doth speak
To my harbored ill memories, which I dare not so speak.

Yet sublime this tempt verse, from what I recall.
Of Gods and of demons whom always know fall.
So precious this which, none should ever know drought
Yet my memories serve me to always know doubt.

Boundless my soul, with no reason to stay.
No sacred dear memories , like the fatefull songs say.
Yet the future may hold, now something so dear.
That does cause my lost heart to finally know fear.

Once so fearless of loss, for nothing did gain.
For nothing to lose, to teach my heart pain.
But now sacred and true, is this dream you do give.
Like the nights the songs hold of a reason to live.

These memories dont hold me, nor do these sacred pure nights.
Of friends and of smiles that overcast fights.
But instead the chance to live free and make a memory with you.
With a friend I hold dear, within my heart true.

Not the past nor the present but the future so grand.
Of the chance of the moment, will you take my hand?
For you my sweet friend, mean more than you know.
For you teach my cold heart to once again grow.

You've given me dreams on which I've never known.
And you've seen things of which I've never shown.
You've become to me, more than words allow me to speak.
A star in my sky, I hope I could seek.

A hand I could take, in times filled of tears.
Or hold tightly and smile, when I can only see fears.
Please trust my words, and to crest let them sink.
And know that my happiness and smile know of only one link.

The clasp in my life, of which I know will never know crack.
For never will I let fail, what has now cometh back.
Back in my life, which does now free me of guile.
You my dear friend, who does teach me to smile.

:D

Perceptions begin to blur within
As eyes shut tightly hindering distractions
Senses running freely now-racing
As all living fibers give into attractions

Darkness taught of living light
As blackness does begin dissolve
Onslaught of perception suddenly halted
Confusion taught to know absolve

Within this sudden eternity
Pulses descend unto the core
Skipping beats of belated rhymes
This awareness spoke in enduring lore

Tuneless beating of existent flashes
Flutes of timeless sweet still cadence
As breathe begins to rebound unto me
Filling twice in sweet absence

Senses once again regained
As blaring perception again invades
This heart and soul within me now
Does throb so purely as it cascades

For fingertips of surging pulse
Do trace the paths of crested end
And teach of faith and love so pure
As fibers torn, begin to mend