New World Order

I let few in. 

Welcome to my world. 

I see happiness in the face of madness, 

lunacy is what we desire. 

Freely we speak, 

amongst the dead. 

Cradle robbing minds eyes, 

from screenings of this disgusting human race. 

Inbred toxic aliens inhabit, like 

invasive species evolution is yet to come.

We drink radio active nectar and plague minds of the youth. 

Solar sunflower seeds burnt out empty minded babies wander lust. 

What is it they are seeking broken artifacts form beaches, evil is the new age holy. How many more...times around the circle must be explored? 

While still claiming, To be awakened. 

Àsé 

LKCP2KXV

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-

Old World Order

Letting my heart flow through fingers tips to compose legacies…what is Masterpiece?

Envisioned all in 3 time spheres…past, present, future.

And now here we sit.

Resonating upon one another's intellect through telepathic cyber frequencies seeing eye to eye in a 3rd sense.

While the others pride themselves in ignorance of self, others over pride in thoughts of self aware.

We are so middle ages, and in our middle age when skeletons call reunions remaining unforgiven until the ego crowned king takes the fall.

Ages pass, we slumber as still borns claiming to be legacies of God's to justify our sicknesses driving us mad…lusting for war.

The minds eye meditating in the center of its dominion the only eye that can only see light in All.

We see our minds shatters the hearts dream, and the dreams become battles and battles become lucid as the pages of our sacred texts.

6° of seperation 600 hundred year's between the masters teachings of we are not idols.

As I squandered through lands where bobble heads represent noble faith.

Reminiscing over my beating heart playing the sound of the drum when we were our own priests to the temples we hold so dear.

LKCP2KXIII