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

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 

Masters of Time

How many days have passed brewing thoughts jaded by conspiracy of insiders.

Pillars holding transparent shades of factrals, equation of afterlife Scripture of the winds under solar lunar rays.

For once do we not praise light of darkness falling victims to darkness of light...

Still dwelling in the caves the mind throned in craniums wired to do the demoms biddings.

What see they, through the looking glass? Prisms frozen in time watch sand flowing through eternal hourglasses, mocking mortality.

As we 3D print our way to immortality the few remain organic, fine tuning the immortal essence through legacy by word around the flame…

A sound mind can shatter any whisper from the darkness...awakening to see through new windows learning secrets of transparency.

Creating abilities to walk through time...time traveling out of mind walking in illusions by becoming one with its breath of nature.

When stone walls become liquid in its solid state, our thirst for knowledge must not be ever queched…

For evolution has just begun.

LKCP2KXIII