Gaslit

Gaslit

Dear cell phone,

I feel like you 

wasted my time,

I feel like I 

wasted my mind. 

Journeys in circles 

around the toxic fumagated 

wastelands we roamed. 

Tonight,

under the 

pieces moon.

I wander 

lost in chaos, 

Journey through 

spiderwebs of 

your assumptions. 

When silence

becomes 

your only friend 

things become clear.

LKCP2KXXI

Feathered Paperwork

I lost my mind in a piece of paper, 
I lost my soul in a breathe mint.

I seen the future blurred in an eye drop,
that seemed to last an eternity. 

All the while still confused about the world
and most of all who I are? 

Where did my people go. 
Isolated by media and social screens. 

A dream what was it like,
to walk miles across borders. 

Dreams of freedom,
 to live among demons. 
Drifting by light thought to be sanctuary.

My thoughts shatter beyond shuttered eyelids 

gazing into the infinite darkness, 

yet we find comfort in our own blindness. 

Walking up toward the heavens on dissolving stairways...

still waiting for aliens to save me...

-L.K. Cruz P. 

Cerebral Tongues

I walk with the dead,
I speak in cerebral tongues...
Our god is consciousness. 

Our flesh was made of fungus,
sipped from our mothers breasts. 
These demonic play things, we tend to manifest.
Walking dead among the living,
spirits we work with protecting our being.

Simple as it was then, 
imagination in these days so...rare.
Imitation art surrounds our nations,
governed by defects blinded by stagnation.

Once we were human. 
Man, separated by machines.
Woman, separated by screens...cursed.
Divided equally the knowledge passed on to children.

L.K. Cruz P.

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.

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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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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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Sleep Walkers

 Sleep walk into the slumber, Hive sleeps the brood soothsayer Mephistopheles meditates on shores of the Columbia river. Sipping from the eternal rain ship wrecked debris of sacred. Scribed runes on elder Oaks, they guard this sacred land. Sworn to Oath in its misery' we shan't remain silent. Tweaked out of minds, out of body experience we merge as one voice to get nothing done once again, we pray to our lord Procrastination. Then one day 9 years later you seam to be struck by sunlight through a different dew drop lens televised intelligence and the roots remain pure as sacred flesh of Liberty. When we awoke midsummer eve deep in the land of fairies, we rode panthers in-search of blue rings. Once that was found what we once seek, wisdom's passed down turn to ash in the records of knowledge...back into the slumber we are all sleepwalkers.

Selfie

Am I dreaming?
Or sleep walking into madness which sees no end.
Descend from the heavens thoughts seemingly to sink deep into the earth,
insanity seems to be a part of the ascent.
Walk backwards into history repeat itself beyond doorways...
Beyond the finger tip lies a self, its mind hidden deep in caverns holding secrets, flowers grow, we observe silent wings flashing in night skies.
Why are you me, am I even true to myself muzzled by the gloom foot steps echoing the past as we wander into the present state of presence.
Wind chimes fertilize destinies purity of soul when all else has been forgotten.
Mocking which can not be seen, is like praising gods that answer no prayers.
Dwell in the bellows.
Remember.
self.

I too, Hermit.

I too.
    a
Hermit,
wandering this,
holographic
forest.
Illusions.
fire walk,
with me.
on
galactic,
twin peaks...

She speaks,
in
immortal tongue.
twisters.
vibration.
they raise,
dead
and
dying.
Awakening,

dormant.
emotions.
call upon,
inner demons.

Heretic.
please.
speak up.
on.
the
soap box.
for which...
you stand.

Heathens,
he preached.
condemned.
they all.
damned.
preyed,
on feeble minds.

I.
grazed.
on the...
Dead's
citric wisdom.

engaged,
stigmatic aura
crystal...
dwellings.
on dragon lines.

we shifted.

yet.
grains
of time.

remain still.

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.


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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!

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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

Modern Archeologist

We have already reached a point in our times that there really is nothing left on earth to discover externally, but there is a vast space inside our beings for all of us to discover.

When there is no mystery left, and all the veils have been lifted then there is no other direction but evolving and transmuting our selves to the next level.

You are your own archeologist...

Dig wisely.

-LKCP2KXII-

Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol.II

A book of my writings from 2012 compiled into a traveling paperback.

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