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.

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

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  

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.

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

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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