Retrograde

I thought yesterday was today last year while Mars was retrograde. Rewinding past, present, future into one time sphere.

Raising the dead for festive occasion. The children play in the dead seas while washing away the priory's karma.

As blood flows down stream from the mutilation of our people nearing extinction of decent. Ascension has lost its meaning.

Only embers remain in the ashes of what knowledge was passed. The seldom few with akashik keys have mercy on the gods agenda.

Seeking truth while walking on its hands as time unwinds. Waiting patiently for the shift to settle.

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.

 

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.

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"

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.

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

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.

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...

P.S. invite your friends you can use any of the links above to find which piece you would like to use =)

please Post videos or links to videos on:

https://www.facebook.com/LKCP2KX

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

 

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 

Excuses

In 

the name of the gods,

how many crimes have been commited,

"justified"

by Law.

Villiages pilliaged,

it evolved into cites,

then whole nations invaded,

Cleansed by the name of our Gods?

Then one wonders why,

if the Gods are so great then why,

do we war with angels and holy beings...

as sons of man,

One starts to consider why do we worship,

the very ones we slain.

if that Power was so 

great, then why did we not

embrace the new race.

For who is not,

made of dust from all the cosmos.

One 

can see the Cosmos

from the blind zero point center of light.

Yet the journey traveled, has been long

Seeked

outside of self.

the Gods are nothing 

without Self

if
self 

is nothing withought
the gods. 

360°

in an 108°

9 sided Atmosphere

the Scryer 

stands.

LKCP2KXIII

Ring in the New Year with a free One-Week Day-by-Day Forecast!

Legendary Status

Some Go Madd, others Go blind, a few commit suicide, while others Design.

In these hour's I step into the red sea...crossing by way the rings of Saturn.

Until the dawn raises the dew to glisten as light shed upon, these new creations the witching hours bred.

Liberty caps stretching out to eclipse the moon, its gills release spores into akashic winds...spreading magic touched by the breathe of the Sun...

Dresses emerge from the fields to caress the light of the sun, in search for it's host.

And somewhere out amongst the concrete and spit...rumors still causing whispers in the playgrounds.

About his silver thread, in order to fully extract the maddness, and evoke dreams into designs...

Count Mezuesta, used only the finest threads made of hair, from his own head.

And if you are ever walking in the streets of pioneer square Seattle and listen closey while the city sleeps...

You can hear his shears softly snipping carried by the winds.

LKCP2KXIII