Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Insomniax Doktrine Vol. 1

Essence of Mercy 

Taking big steps, strides turn to dust. The ashes carry the voices into the atmosphere. That woman in the white gown with star like eyes, breathless. Drowning in her sublime vision, windy dreamlike state trying to capture a breath. The godess like silouhettes gleam in the pouring rain. Her beauty fish eyed through the lens of the raindrops, caught in the moon light standing still...was about to utter a word but, was left breathless. With beauty like this, none dare approach, orthostatic off in the distance lost in awe. This awe is niether lust nor love, pure blissful, visualization admiration of another being. Like the feeling of two hearts synchronizing the magnetic field of life, suspending the mother in space. Interlaced with bio-galvanizing dimensions of grids beyond the minds eye. Light is seen, as a whole new spectrum emerges. The dawn of a new age has come, eyes closed, ashes settle. Starring at her own reflection, lost in the puddles.


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Saturday, October 4, 2014

Who?

 Have you ever wondered what you are? why you were, or even there...from where do we become. If we since birth are taught to fear, ones own reflection. I walked outside for the first time in 10 years yesterday and it felt like astral projection but tell me why I walk by all neighbors in silence. Yet here we are left wondering why it is much easier to hold a conversation in the grocery store, with a complete stranger via mobile...serene.

 What is this toxic stench in the air that surrounds my being like second hand smoke stacks of boiling cabbage. I seen a Opossum flip its stomach inside out as children hung upside down from monkey bars swinging...back and fourth singing. While we spun on the Mary-go-Round, hailing scriptures raising road kill from the depths of the heavens.

 Call fourth the birds from 9 hells pitiless ens-amble... Sounds of the crypts Apocalypse soothed from lips of our leader, Thoughtless children shed no tears living amongst the living, walking with the dead. She rode a seahorse into the sunset and whispered to the trees her fantasy of making love to sea turtles. And you ask me again. Who are you? I have no answer to something I cannot even fathom.

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Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Song

If I could write a song that would make Peace real,
Then I would write that piece for you,
To Sing.
To bring happiness to children's heart's...
and Tears of joy...to their eyes.

If I could write Lyrics, to Turn your Fears, 
into...
Madness, To compose,
 Who...are...you?
Does it depend,
          on which Looking glass we sit?
Since way back when we have always been,
                         Mad here.

 Sipping on another Cup of Tea,
Hearts bleed, for the voiceless...
How do they scream, Pondering...
but are we even listening?

 Twin Suns Rise fifteen minutes Apart,
And set at the same time,
 on the opposite sides of the planet...
Eclipse the equinox descents of stardust.

 Mimic the solar system,
as we grow lost in thought,
when All...
was once clearer.

We turned off the radios that only,
Played the same 5 songs...
and Turned up the Silence.

Which was then the only Song that made sense...
The only sound which knows,
                                                   "Peace"