Truth was the ultimate spell

I was driving the other night and I seen a sign that said, "Free People are not Equal, If Equal People are not Free." you see out breaks of war in many shapes and sizes. we then start speaking to people and listen to plants more and we ignore, our common world problems.

we since the beginning tried to communicate but instead seeked to control the minds of others through use of mystical rflections evolved into clones of metaphor... 5 time spheres in 6 dimensions bleeding into the heart of night.

the moon screams light onto the earth having ice cold thoughts of the sun. We were once one divided by 7 books of truths bent from one akashic tablet. lucid speaking in tongues that had been prehistoric. Relics wash a shore deep from within subconscious waves come fourth revelations.

and so it was, Truth was the ultimate spell.  

Cyclops that dwells deep within

Eyes flutter back into my head.
my skull crumbles into shattered pieces,
shards glare in eternal light,
my knees collapse like twin towers.

Another child born in a cardboard box,
Pondering why is trashitarianism,
is a new fad, or just a new way to starve her people.

Just another yellow brick in the road,
chanting we built this city on rock and roll,
for the other bricks in the wall.

I would shout as loud as I could,
if I thought it mattered, You agreed
so we shouted together just to watch,
the earth stand still.

We sit and spin more webs of souls,
bound together woven in blood and bone.

DNA,
scribes the thresh hold.
forgotten names we are never told.

When we wake in the deep, deep, sleep.
The whole story unfolds, nor questions nor answers,
nor glories, nor faith...will compare to its blissfull
blindness...to be forgiven, knowing there is nothing to forgive.

When we awaken this Cyclops that dwells deep within us all...

LKCP2KXIV

Insomniax Doktrine Vol. 1

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

Land of the Preach

At times, feeling as if I were 1 tongue vs. 1000 ear drums...

The only thing in common is that none of them can hear me.

At times, feeling as if I am that man standing on the milkcrate..

Ranting about your sinz in the presence of God,

Dismissing my own, cause I wield the megaphone. 

As the passing of 2012 World's end...

The Pope retired & there is still talks of New World Order.

A 500ton meteor misses our planet by 2700kilom-eters...

3 asteroids hit the planet, a UFO was spotted...

And you say to me...everything distasteful & bitter...

I start Drifting...
off, back into the silence.

And the only thing we have in common is that, I cant hear you...

Either.

It occurred to me later that night as I slumbered.

Why would the gods hear us out, when we don't even hear each other.

LKCP2KXIII