Poems of madmen

 Thoughts Avalanche like rain, flashing like lightning from the ground to the skies. Some read, some seek, others pry open third eyes. 

 Driven by the laws that govern the universe what is truly divine?

 The universe remains forever give or take a planet it matters not which god you fight for.

 Mouth to ear knowledge is passed through the ages misunderstood and malinterpited by sages. 

 We question reality but fail to see its infinance of galaxies quilted in light and song it's secrets kept in the poetry of mad men. 

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.

1 million thoughts...

 One million thoughts drowned the megalithic crown that ruled the land of linguistics. Text message terrorists confused the youth of it's language. They began to loose art of conversation while trapped in digital worlds, of light and vibration. Whats the use of vocal cords when you can read and try to emulate emotion through letters on a small screen. a customized tone for the bell, toning sanctuary a reminder that we are not in misery.

 We spent decades trying to master the art of telepathy just to be distracted by cell phonic frequency, but we remain a glitched freak in the system. Trying to find methods of communication with inhabitants, consumed by holy spirits. The answers are sealed within relics and pigments from centuries old when once one finds the essence of word is no longer bold.

 When true emotions get lost in translation text messages fail to convey ripples of silence,
 broken by ring tones.

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-

Nine*Three

Drift,
Into space, bend time.
Walk between...silence.
Above the stillness,
distantance.
Where do gods dance,
Do demons slay laughter...
Open your eyes and,
walk with the dead.
I hear the serpents,
Speaking tongues,
while conversating
with...planets.
Collecting tear drops
of feathers,
Inoculated the moonglow,
Her,
Screams so vivid...
As the earth drowned...
Toxific Ocean,
mourn the jelly kin,
Washed a shore.
And there is more of this story, deeper than the earths core,
To tell.
Through smoke of the nine,
Walking through seven,
Turning three keys,
Entered the heavens.
Split tongues,
Minds gather,
Wisdoms fathom...
Depths,
of twin suns...
Parallel to dragons.
Murky the.
Dusty.
starlit night,
Incantation,
of the soaring angel...
the earth mother takes flight.
Intersect the dweller.
Pendulum swings,
The scryer scribes invocations.
Second,
The scripture betold,
From lips to ear,
From ear to infinity.
Third,
I now see clearly.
Seek not,
and thee shall find.
Destiny lay not,
In hands of time.
LKCP2KXIII

Moonlight Tears

Drenched in thought eyes wince away the light of darkness.

Whispering winds caress the empty space that knows no boundary.

Intelligent brushes paint pictures of an unexplored landscapes.

As the canvas remains blank starring into the mirror.

Waiting to catch its own reflection in the stillness of water.

Tears of the moon fall into the ocean trying to capture the moment.

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

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When was the day...

When was the day,

We were born out of shadows...

From the hollows of which we,

Came fourth into light of All.

What adds value to this illusion

if we cannot see its truths,

Veil after veil seeking to reach

the center of the Sun,

Trying to figure out how

to preserve the One.

Self.

Aware.

Some days we find heroes...

beyond the stones of immortals.

The songs of the silence share, wisdom's amongst her people.

Let not us be consumed,

the demons cry out for souls...

Re read the ancient riddles, scriptures scribed on

Dragons tongue.

Answers awaiting engraved in walls,

incantations of the neXt generation.

-LKCP2KXIII-

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Wandered

Sitting illumed in candle fire surrounded by walls gazing, bricks of flesh, wonderingly if they are listening.
I speak the silent tongues of the halls beyond thoughts of mortal men...
I hear the moons thoughts in shadows of trees, whispering to the skies in light of star's.
I see Scriptures of the Ancient ones, scribed in the suns rays...
mystic tear drops falling from eyes of the rainbow.
Surrender to the mirrors reflection in stillness of Akashic reservoir scrying inner cosmos...
While drifting in Saturns rings.
LKCP2KXIII

In the Form of...

Eyes closed feeling the universe. Eyes open seeing multiverses, walking amongst us. Interaction of each galaxies conjugation of telepathy weaving... Invisible webs of life. Thoughts emitting transparent strings, attached to sleepless nights. Walking in worlds of dreams caressing the outer limits of subconscious. Gliding on the wings of nibiru towed by the fiery spirit of the Phoenix. They gathered under streetlights and told tales of the camp fires of old. Tales, of the ancient ones, of great necromancers cleansing the zombies purge. Tales of the sages preserving the arts mastery of healing souls... Of the craft that binds the constellations and of divinty of working together. That a synergy is all greater than energy, crop circles emerge in the roar of the silence...the light of the Sun came, In the form of a fallen star. LKCP2KXIII

See now Be

Wandering in the silence of stillness...whispered sighs.

Eye can't see, for once I was blind.

Now I see, all fears left behind.

Taking the path to 45°, direct decents of the twin suns.

Sipping the dew of truth, from the grail of veils.

Seek not and thou shalt find, the doorways of aether lands.

The blind hath left behind.

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-

π

And on the door steps of heavens she shouted out to the world...
Backed by the brightness of Stars, shedding tears, asking why...still no Change.

He sat quietly in the center of the Sun, whispering galactic tounges, hoping someone will understand his Scrys.

Long winters night the two meet at zero point telepathic gestures gliding in opposite directions...

One Eclipses the Moon, the other the Sun, while Mars peaks at Retrograde...
In the still hands of time, we walk Backwards and forward motionless in the minds eye.

LKCP2KXIII

Zombie

Standing in the stillness of silence, observations of the river below...

Watching cars passing under the moons vibrant light.

The winds whisper to each strand of hair... is this sarrow or deception of desire into the pools of earth I shall retire.

The hands of the dark waters reach out to pierce deeply into the depths of this lost souls veild vessel.

Stepping to the ledge adrenaline rushes into the minds eye...thoughts silence and tears dry...leap of faith I shan't deny.

Will blackout before I am swallowed by the abyss...will I wake in another land, dimension, or see myself in the eyes of All...

Or will this nightmare continue and haunt the lives of others and shall the pleading guilt finally be freed...

But what does this all mean For I am already...

Dead.

LKCP2KXIII

Hexology

Heathens they cried as countless men & woman of sciences get stoned and burnt at the stake for knowledge of hidden secrets.

Under the noon lit skies and witching hours of the dusk moonlight...

Which way does darkness begin do spectra of light ever end...

Transcending dancer's reaching starlit centers of galaxies beyond subconscious minds eye's.

When will the owls decipher all deceptions of the arts of war...

The true God's embrace the battles within inner space reflections of grace upon the worlds without.

When souls see no matter upon illusions.

LKCP2KXII

Mist

Measure a single grain of sand against a thought of nothing whilst sailing on cosmic gases,

shhhh...

Exhalation slow perceptions of the vortex gathering pranic particles swirling merkaba housed by inner space.

Inhaling concentration on nothing oneness with the emptyness having no thoughts...

Dwelling in silent emotion without expression of the liquid glass filling the atmosphere within.

A thousand unfolding peddles of the lotus that has never seen the sun rise, mimicing the dusk as it lays to rest in lunar lights.

The waters whisper the scryers song, vocabulary scribed by passing winds to pass on the words of the wise...

And once again time stood still against the masses that had become so dependent on its hands.

Awakening otherwise the second hand within the self, self aware of one is a creator harmonic to its nature...

Expanded tenticals reach out toward kundalini evaporation into akashic mists melting ...

Disappeared.

LKCP2KXIII