Insomniax Doktrine Vol. 1

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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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"

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

Whispered in Twilight

There is no such thing as harboring secrets the voices whisper in the twilight...

Hidden away in darkness the light remains lite, to the ones who know.

Hooded figures gather in alley ways in major city streets awaiting taste of the underground...

Rituals performed through dance under the optical nature aware of eternal vibrations.

Riding the bassline until the dawn of rising sun eclipsed by the mountains of Mara...

The shaman travels far to bring fourth news of the unseen to eyes without wonder.

Born of a sealed body skilled in the historical arts of Mystery...

Birthed in the land of blind men living amongst visionaries, yet clutching onto deception programming by so called controlers.

Has one yet been beyond worlds of raptures, smoke, & mirrors...awakening to co exsistence with nature.

And she honors thee one of the creators...

And the outer skies shall offer thee the vast libraries of transparency gifts of a clear mind.

Comes foward the self which is above the shadow, merging swallowed by the serpants tongue...

Escaping the vortex of humanity.

LKCP2KXIII