fork

Lost in a breath,
Wandering.

Which is.
the path?

I ponder sadness,
does it have true meaning?

if emptyness.
is the greatest joy?

I wonder.
do you?

I see happiness.
but it is empty.

But I.
am told,
such is Life.

Speak

 Feeling the breathe of her wings on his face, she gives him strength when his vibration is weak,telepathically she speaks with angels. Whispering to demons in silent tongues, they voyage into the abyss beyond the pillars as the watchers watch from thirteen directions. One hundred and eight demigods chant magnetic  language bending dragon lines in time space continuum.

 Prophets scribe instruction to sages from papyrus to stone walls formulas of wormholes to land beyond minds. As time goes on the seventh race has written a new chapter for the new blood that has been sent to cleanse the plagued lands of tainted dominions.

 And this war they spoke of was in the self at the dawn of betrayal, when the shadow eclipsed the center of the sun. Now here we stand confronting our own shadow in its light to define its own definitions.

 On being Human.

   -LKCP2KXIV-

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

Insomniax Doktrine Vol. 1

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

Walls of Exodus

Crainium dwelling in this cave...pondering where I sit. What these thoughts become when fragments Connect to one another. 

Sipping saliva off the serpants toungue yet there is no more room to fathom what is past and where does the present begin and the future end.

The future cannot end only the present so one should not look towards the doomsday, and cast a curse upon the self for falling in love with illusion.

See one inside the vesica piecies seen through pupils of the synthetic diamond as the canvas blurs into nothing the secrets of wholeness merge with the dust written on walls of Exodus.

LKCP2KXII