Excuses

In 

the name of the gods,

how many crimes have been commited,

"justified"

by Law.

Villiages pilliaged,

it evolved into cites,

then whole nations invaded,

Cleansed by the name of our Gods?

Then one wonders why,

if the Gods are so great then why,

do we war with angels and holy beings...

as sons of man,

One starts to consider why do we worship,

the very ones we slain.

if that Power was so 

great, then why did we not

embrace the new race.

For who is not,

made of dust from all the cosmos.

One 

can see the Cosmos

from the blind zero point center of light.

Yet the journey traveled, has been long

Seeked

outside of self.

the Gods are nothing 

without Self

if
self 

is nothing withought
the gods. 

360°

in an 108°

9 sided Atmosphere

the Scryer 

stands.

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City Tales

For once upon a time we played out in the city streets,

and with age we learned to appreciate

values of trees.

We had even went paperless and stayed in our homes,

because the forest were hours drives 

away.

We traded in the sounds of birds,

to the chattering machine guns on t.v.

We found ways to capitalize on the masses,

 for sacred knowledge of divinity,

which was free to anyone with 

Ears to Listen.

An Open 

Heart

And here we are now,

 more awake.

And here we are now, 

as clear as we can See.

But the dust on my eyelids weigh heavy,

reaching for the hourglass the sand man wields.

I ponder the universe contained within each grain of sand,

the vastness of its eternal integrity housed init-self.

The infinite, 

The Mysteries,

The Songs,

The People.

sharing the same space in the glass,

 thinking each one is different.

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When was the day...

When was the day,

We were born out of shadows...

From the hollows of which we,

Came fourth into light of All.

What adds value to this illusion

if we cannot see its truths,

Veil after veil seeking to reach

the center of the Sun,

Trying to figure out how

to preserve the One.

Self.

Aware.

Some days we find heroes...

beyond the stones of immortals.

The songs of the silence share, wisdom's amongst her people.

Let not us be consumed,

the demons cry out for souls...

Re read the ancient riddles, scriptures scribed on

Dragons tongue.

Answers awaiting engraved in walls,

incantations of the neXt generation.

-LKCP2KXIII-

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Wordz

Words...

Are they harmless?
To Spell...if only we could fathom.

And what do the darkest hours bring? 

That aha moment of light bulbs...changes worlds.

We live on the circles crust failing to reach deep,
 into it's obsidian center of ourselves. 

Internally we wander into the moonlight inhaling her auric  cynders.
Seeking the pages hidden deep within eternal heartbeats ...

Spelling...words.

LKCP2KXIII