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.

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

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.

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

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.

Love = Fear?

I sometimes feel the most feared, thing on this planet is Love. for the fear of a broken heart. They tried to unite nations through Love of religion and it brought tears of blood and sacrifice forced into devotion in the name of Love. The only way at this rate to know peace is to take all books out of the equation. Maybe to "leave God out of this" foolishness. Its so hard to find Love, yet its so easy to start debates in "Gods" name in the name of Love. And they question why the youth do not seek out shelter of the church or show any devotion in the name of this Love. The Love that is associated with red, red hearts made from pools of blood that blindfold our ties.

                                                                "Curiouser and curiouser..."
                                                                                                         ~ Alice

 "Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it."
                                                                                                           ~ Buddha

Sometimes

Sometimes, I don't know wrong from right, Left from tears. One mind torn into pieces. scattered across the landscape. They prayed. I felt like all my marbles were lost or stolen. fragmented in a piece of paper, secretly I hide underneath my tongue. I have seen beyond the lands of demons, and seen through gates of heavens. yet the truth still remains true to only the believer, if one is of its own blood a seeker. My teacher once told me. the true teacher is your heart. yet it is the most difficult, to master. but if you can learn the art of hearing each other, the teacher and student as One. become a master. only then will the ears, be ready to hear the cosmic organs. strumming from the heavens.

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-

Life's Dance

Necromancy dancing amongst the spirits of ancient, wonders, in present days. Wandering into the skies eternal abyss opens blind minds awake into a world beyond theory. 

Non physical, etheric, nor quantum. One who seeks fathoms, and the spirits are always watching. Frequencies boundless connected to One is to be All, or self as it was. In a land before time there was thought, birthing creation. 

Yesterday fades into transparent seductions illusionary minions of tainted minds. The digital fox brings bad news, as life flourishes through toxic myst. Somewhere beneath the ice a city rests. Preserved from ages waiting discovery of her majesty. 

They sip nectar from bitter tongues, housing alliance of wonders. Blind folded imagination waits in darkness, crying out, can you hear me? as ears fell to the ground, and the Silence was finally heard. 

LKCP2KXIII