Exploring soul

Woke up one morning,
to decide I am no longer
a slave.

To the war,
humanity, and
the secrets of propaganda,
they hold.

Forbidden thoughts shared
via text message,
the man comes knocking on doors.

I see vision within the wax,
of polished wooden floors.
doors of the minds eye open,
traveling along it's narrow halls.

 Exploring soul,
through meditation.
bound to light without religion.

 

Tongue tied soul

Spirit Walk on
Tongue tied souls,
listening to their propaganda,
in midst of them...
immortal political agendas.

In mockery of sheep,
parade in streets lost
in streets of brand names.

Chasing the wrong dragons,
the one be sought the untamed,
in the core of its mountain sleeping. 

As they lay asleep waiting
for fires of rain that will never,
shower them in this life time.

if you choose to remain
asleep, then choose to learn
lucid...dreaming.

If you were just 1 petal of,
infinite lotuses in this dark sea
of eternal light,
painting like stars of blankets of gold.
 

This Old House

 This Old house we sit, Like a crypt of memories my bleeding heart seeping through ashes left behind by the dust of consciousness. My mind folds in complex formations ghosts and the struggles of residue left behind, reflected in the eyes bound by frames beneath the glass frozen in time.
 residue of a thousand ticks talking amongst themselves in shadows reveries seep into collective unconscious mysteries unveil tall tales of the plan.

Akashic Ocean

Dust off your eyelids young Scryer and awake from the blind slumber you have been
spellbound...see through the eyes of the hollow moon, before she was driven into our
solar system. Without her shadow there would have not been life, dew forms as the sun
goes down, while Lilith tells stories to her grandchildren. Minds wander intoxicated
by the scent of the Nile lucid dreaming about reality and the day of the great pyramids
generating the grid of dragon lines before they shifted...
the time has come to illuminate
your center and become the sun of your own galaxy. Surf the unthreaded sands of
the unconscious landscape, and touch the purest untouched darkness and the clearest
light...awaken...you are here... awaken. Allowing my thoughts to keep on drifting into the
Akashic Ocean as the waves carry stories back to the shores of Gaia's auric skin absorbed
by the local star gazing eyes.
Those who must siege mercy, ultimately in the end are
never the victors. Following the history of all the conquering empires of the world those
who hold the ancient knowledge of which they had kept secret. Until discoveries of UN
discovered tribes of the worlds emerged and shared that same ancient knowledge that
is Un written and spoken through the Akashic skies heard by the ones who listen to the
birds, to the winds, and hear the earth’s songs.
In the times of thinkers and ascended
masters ... they too were labeled terrorist and their words were their bomb threats that
had such an impact, it birthed a thousand stories that have survived for millennia... even
till this day. Some scribed, others by mouth to ear for countless generations. Some of
these stories we know as today’s religions & myths all started by observation of the skies
constellations trying to find the map home.
And why we were taught to fear love and the
all loving one creation of creators, as our blood fertilizes the spell that has been cast upon
us, bound by matter majik since the birth of the priesthood to erase the star origins of our
linked pasts with the ancient ones from the times of awakened portals.
 Dust falls from the akashic cosmos to awaken all from the slumber 7 stars, 7 levels, 13
points unbinds the chaotic ties of this twisted web of matter that had been spun; which
we are taught to know as life.
Deep breaths reversing my inner polarity through pranic
breathing, I walk on air weightless like magnets repelling its own elements inside its
merkabah defying the laws of gravity unlocking the mysteries of levitation.
Surrounded by jellyfish swimming above the desert floor wandering in search of the
birds’songs about life. Listening to my heart beating freely in my chest; feeling my
breath harnessing in solar plexus on inhales, and exiting through my 3rd eye upon exhale,
seeing my eyes reflected in the eyes of infinity falling deeper into the self approaching
the ultimate design of the lucid dreamer.
I see the eyes of seraphim asking us listen to
the blind clouds speak of the rain descending to earth like fallen angels. Flowers blossom
under the midnight sun, as the elfin child embraces stone of the solar-seed Gaia-sphere
with the knowledge of 13 skull consciousness, mandalas passed through bloodlines shape
shifting through minds eyes awaken within digital seraphim, tongue twisted beings of
Hollywood mind controlled by crown jewels.
One thought led to another, the first of those which decades later added to the lexicon
that orchestrates the call of madness. In our Order of chaos, what will you ask of destiny
if you do not even know your true name? What happened on that day you fell through
the mirror...to think how many thoughts had gathered at the Bon fire questioning the
unanswered questions of silence?
The Ssss-silence-eee...it was all quiet in all our minds
all at once feeling of tranquility the rebirth of a star born in the stillness of dark brilliance
radiating light. Hearing nothing but my own heartbeat and feeling of my true form as I
am of the ultimate breathe. As many times before we resonate as breathe giving life as we
take life becoming the next unfolding infinite space lost in the womb of eternity.
 Enjoying the first full moon through fluorite eyes, blowing soft-spoken whispers in
the winds.
Stories of Gaia flowing from the serpents tongue, Lilith gazes upon the
intoxicated glass re discovering the magnetic fields manipulating polarity soaring high
above the Milky Way. Hiking through the rings of Saturn surfing Akashic records in
search of nothing more than the bliss of silence that remains impenetrable.
The illusion stands still...
breathing life into all beings that walk on its concept of
time...and for what purpose does one look for so many miles outside the self, asked the
spirit of the earth. The light of the two suns will awaken lapis skies. Undines scry oil
spills, visions flow like clock work as the galactic eclipse is forming, deflecting chaos of
the second coming of Nibiru Star seeds stepping into the dawn of Aether remembering
the senses drifting on silver thread off into the distance the battle will not take place
externally.

Who?

 Have you ever wondered what you are? why you were, or even there...from where do we become. When since birth we 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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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"

Sandles

 Slipped on my shoes into another dimension, where does the sidewalk end... Mind bending events unfold throughout transparent mysteries.
 We have seen the doktrine possess self bound within its pages crept,
silently awaken from shutter-less slumber.
 The Ironies we seek and blind to all its answers we never question authority.
 The only sanity left is the rancid world we still churn to this day praying for a day the ocean is no longer flammable.

 One by one the cards lay out on the table. I, DE, Claire, war.
 The church which was once a symbol of sanctuary is now a Trojan horse,
as dictators recite verses from the Reganomicon.
 Burnt, Hung, Drowned, and Tortured the witches spell its new age.
 Resurrection grim-ores of this new Wisdom while others call it madness...

 the journey through 9 hells.

 LKCP

 

My Sands

I once whispered words to a grain of sand, it multiplied into a vast sea of sand which later became an ocean floor.

they never wrote books about me and credited these feats, to myths and gods.

unattached to the fable, I brush the facts off my shoulders for it brings joy to see all the people enjoying what I had left for them.

Please stop polluting the water which houses my sand that you play on, and craft into glass.

LKCP2KXIV

Operation - Insoniax Doktrine: A Call for Inspiration, Please Participate in this event!

Hello, My name is L.K. Cruz P. i've written
Insomniax Doctrine

Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol. 2

"the Works of LKCP2KX",

and other writings scattered through http://lostrefugees.blogspot.com/ & blog.perfekttension.com.

https://www.facebook.com/perfekttension/notes

I am Looking for anyone to Make videos of my writings and posting them here:https://www.facebook.com/LKCP2KX please =) i would love to hear it in a video, spoken word, through music, through animation what ever you choose to make it in.

I just ask that you would please credit my writings and the source where you got the writing for copyrights and credit yourselves as well! =) Looking forward to seeing what my writing may inspire, post as many videos as you like, or sound cloud clips, youtube videos etc...

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Nightshade Daydreams

I have seen spirits,
of the imortal soul,
I have listened,
to the Banshee speak in tongues...
I have been possessed,
by ghost from all spectrums.

beyond the night,
beyond centers of stars,
beyond the 7 gates...enter the minds eye.

drift into shakti abyss,
find the center of self...
reflected in the black waters of night.

deadly nightshade daydreams,
walking on thin air,
listening to sylphs,
conversate with elves.

contemplating
the balance,
of what
is that
which
is above.


LKCP2KXIII

Word of Mouth...

Dear Reader,

In the old circles lips to ear, was the ways it was passed down. I would like to try this in a modern marketing sense...

Operation ask you're local book store if they have the book Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol.II
Looking for 100 local  volunteers that go to book stores regularly and simply, ask the clerk, or librarian if they have Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol.2
Alchemical whispers please and thank you its my power of word of mouth experiment to pay it forward,
for each copy your simple asking a clerk if they carry my book, is one step closer to getting
Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol. 2 into book stores, and I am told word of mouth,
is the best advertiser I wanted to try Operation 100 people
ask your local.
book store about
alchemical whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol.2
Thank You All! Its is a great book.enjoy.

LKCP2KXIII

New Book Released! The Works of LKCP2KX

My new book The Works of LKCP2KX 
 

The Works Of LKCP2KX: Akashic Scryer
Authored by LKCP Lance K Cruz P.

List Price: $6.38 

5" x 8" (12.7 x 20.32 cm)
Black & White on Cream paper

82 pages

ISBN-13: 978-1493796748 (CreateSpace-Assigned)
ISBN-10: 1493796747
BISAC: Philosophy / Metaphysics

The first 55 pages is a teaser of my up and coming new short story Akashic Scryer, Also included are new poetry works of LKCP2KX.

Akashic Scryer is a story of a kid that enters into a world of merging physical and astro-physcal into everyday reality and using akashic skies to time travel. It all starts When the kid met Odin in the Alley outside of the Apartment complex after reciving a vial his life change forever.

the story was inspired by life events in this long strange trip it truley has been into the mystery. This Story is written in Non Traditional form, People have said it feels like a guided meditation or some sort of exierence. What ever your story the book will have its own personal meaning to each reader.

I have 2 other poetry books published, Insomniax Doktrine & Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol.2, and Penny Scryer my latest book is this one.

I am told my style is a cross of esoteric & Gynsberg ish =) I hope you Enjoy reading this book as I have enjoyed writing it!

CreateSpace eStore: https://www.createspace.com/4530023  

Insomniax Doktrine Vol. 1

first book i had written http://www.amazon.com/Insomniax-Doktrine-Lance-Cruz-Phromnopavong/dp/1257070576

Atoms Split

When a
thought dropped,
words caressed
the page in scriptures,
atoms split while
mending simultaneously.

conflicted
is he
in the eyes of the one,
the center
is the
furthest point
of self yet,
lay so near,
the serpent slumbers
beneath the sun.

Cranium, ponders Will.
will I be the
snake charmer
and call fourth,
divine powers
of the Shakti,
and dance within
self of inner space,
or remain among the
walking dead,
Searching for what
is already there.

Hidden beneath
the solar rays,
inverted beside the vortexes,
silently humming...
Galactic drums sound
can only be heard in
the silence.

LKCP2KXIII

Yearbook

Shhh,
listen to time.
floating in space.
during the hours of night.
under the moon into the sun.
the planets danced one by one.
year after year, centuries, if not decades.

The wise would gather and observe celestial dance.
while others would worship and dance in trance.
while others would harvest and harness thier powers.

always will there be the ones who know,
always will there be the one who don't.
always darkness there will be,
as always the light continues to grow.

Do what you will do what you must,
find knowlege of self.
this you must trust.

For my yearbook says,
from a past life, beyond.
"when all the rest are dead and gone,
1993 will still rock on"...


LKCP2KXIII

Dreams Agenda

Our world, so advanced yet some how we are not Civil-ly evolved. We had a deep rooted esoteric foundation, a modern infrastructure yet, we still act like we are from barbaric times.

Here we thought to have established democracy...yet our leaders seem to act out as monarchy.

What example have we set fourth for our youth in these last generations...how much further would our space travel technology be if we spent less time destroying each other for a knowledge that should be shared.

If the gods spoke to us as they did would there still be a need for blood, as advanced as we are today...or as we should be.

Already some have chosen the path of the microchip...but to me to become part machine is not the organic evolution of the human matter.

cell phones are like primitive versions of, telepathy. An alien whispered through the eclipse and asked the world forgivness.

Vexed in a world wind of restless thought, I see clutters of visions left in a world of broken dreams, fight over who knows god most?

I find it intriguing yet hard to believe that it only has to do with religion. We see the outcome when one seeks mystery...burnt at the stake.

This poverty can be erased if we took our explosive, devices set them aside...and made more devices for growing food sources in droughted countries.

Use that money to find ways to purify our oceans...how many more messes will we leave for our children to clean.

One day we will realize that all of our technology combined can make great instruments of mass_ ive healing...

And then my alam clock rang, third eye closes eyes awakened, I pondered, were it sweat our a trailing tear running into the myst.

LKCP2KXIII

aka L.K. Cruz P.

The Dream

Silently running on the blacktop, 

smell of gritty freshness of tar,

I am dreaming...

i feel a shift of energy in my abdomen,

and 

my legs start to lift off the ground,

fingers turned in to feathers, my feet became claws of an owl.

through the night skies Silently, 

I crept,

upon Landing my 

feathers started to disapear and my body, 

returned to normal.

 

 

LKCP2KXIII

 

Moonlight Tears

Drenched in thought eyes wince away the light of darkness.

Whispering winds caress the empty space that knows no boundary.

Intelligent brushes paint pictures of an unexplored landscapes.

As the canvas remains blank starring into the mirror.

Waiting to catch its own reflection in the stillness of water.

Tears of the moon fall into the ocean trying to capture the moment.

LKCP2KXIII

LKCP2KXIII Up and coming new book!

My Poetry book Alchemical Whispers has been doing well. if you like poetry that invokes thought then this one might be for you. i also have a Kindle Edition of Alchemical whispers availble for purchase or check out on kindle prime.

I am currently working on book four, hopefully will be ready for release soon. will keep you updated on the progress of that. here is a clip of the contents in the new book im writing now. 

"Dust off your eyelids and awake from the blind slumber you have been spellbound see through the eyes of the hollow moon, before she was driven into our solar system. Without the shadow there would have not been life, dew forms as the sun goes down while Lilith tells stories to her grandchildren. Minds wander intoxicated by the scent of the Nile lucid dreaming about reality and the day of great pyramids generating the grid of dragon lines before they shifted... the time has come to illuminate your center and become the sun of your own galaxy. Surf the unthreaded sands of the unconscious landscape, and touch the purest untouched darkness and the clearest light...awaken...you are here... awaken." 

the book is a poem but also a story of a kids journey through life with a new consciousness after recieving a gift from a stranger. more to come...

 LKCP2KXIII 

Tradzendentanel

Reading akashic candlesticks, patiently observation its patterns  wandering  suspended in gravity.

Be aware of the short distance the shooting star falls before the rise of Thors hammer.

The lighting travels like Scripture written in modern tongues...they scribe for the seeker.

Gathering prosperous rainfalls of the whickless flames, electric fire leading the way to freedom or traps.

Observations emotionless, focused, what once was chance beginning of a path.

LKCP2KXIII