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. 

Speed of Sight.

If only we could move at the speed of sight. Light would be the only gods. Darkness the goddess. Sound would be a blessing. Would we caress the rain, before it touched the ground beneath the heavens...just to quench the thirst of the flames of hell? 

Tall tales of the madness as we reach for the sky mimicking trees, we speak to ancient ones glowing in our days and nights. Teachings of its secrets whisper in the dawn of they daybreak of dusk. 

Long winters moon the owl soars the knowledge lingers in language of the silent tongues. Within the hearts of All the language of the birds written on the blood cells within. 

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 

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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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Lucid Living

I was once a dreamer, who wanted to live the dream, until I found it easier to be the dreamer lucidly living... as reality unfolds itself before my eyes, realizing thoughts become creation if given the time.

Time though, is never given, and one must fight for what has been taken, for what is the price of true freedom? we are crafted to be slaves of self, looking outside windows to be free from doors without locks, blinded by keys without a purpose.

In this World of dreams no one dares to sacrifice. but they look up to it an worship a price that is greater than any self. To wake in a cloud of wisdom is to rain knowlege onto the world of dreams and fertalize the living who dwell on its dimensions.

Some say 3D, some Say 5D but the truth of nothing is Limitless...
as it were, Infinity

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Life's Dance

Necromancy dancing amongst the spirits of ancient, wonders, in present days. Wandering into the skies eternal abyss opens blind minds awake into a world beyond theory. 

Non physical, etheric, nor quantum. One who seeks fathoms, and the spirits are always watching. Frequencies boundless connected to One is to be All, or self as it was. In a land before time there was thought, birthing creation. 

Yesterday fades into transparent seductions illusionary minions of tainted minds. The digital fox brings bad news, as life flourishes through toxic myst. Somewhere beneath the ice a city rests. Preserved from ages waiting discovery of her majesty. 

They sip nectar from bitter tongues, housing alliance of wonders. Blind folded imagination waits in darkness, crying out, can you hear me? as ears fell to the ground, and the Silence was finally heard. 

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As Loud as Gods and Prophets

I feel, like Imploding as if from the outside in,
Insider whistles spreading sacred info to blow down leaders.
In a sea of fallen trees,
I see through eyes of newspapers,
The words assassinated truth.
Lies grow, heavy in the mind.
They smelt bombs with, Dis honorable precious metals.
They fused it with great science and laughter,
Embellished flags with sacred cultural symbols
Stolen from temples of Nepal.
And they hide this knowledge encrypted in Media,
Blindside the youth,
Enslaved their wonder,
Burnt the books before eyes,
They never had a chance to caress a page.
I wonder.
What goes through a child’s mind?
Witnessing worlds of knowledge,
Consumed in a world of fire.
Though the heart remains,
And thirsts for knowledge increased.
We seek what is not War,
We seek something Other than peace,
We need a voice that can be heard,
A voice louder than God itself.
A voice to give is a reason to Do,
Instead of try,
Maybe then we will achieve days,
Where Peace may hold meaning,
Love of Truth may be practiced,
Turning of elements felt,
And every Child,
of the world may experience Wealth.
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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.
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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.

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Wordz

Words...

Are they harmless?
To Spell...if only we could fathom.

And what do the darkest hours bring? 

That aha moment of light bulbs...changes worlds.

We live on the circles crust failing to reach deep,
 into it's obsidian center of ourselves. 

Internally we wander into the moonlight inhaling her auric  cynders.
Seeking the pages hidden deep within eternal heartbeats ...

Spelling...words.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Harmonic Pinholes

The moon rests upon the alter and glances through the races of one mind.

They are of the same space dwellers of two spheres of the liquid glass we ingest, exhale...

Mystic visions seen within embers fading in the pale moonlight.

Stars made of crystaline particles acting as one structure with great force eminent from its center.

Pinholes radiating from center of its galaxies resonates mellenia into the multiverse of Now...

Correcting then, awakening here.

And so it is...so mote it be.

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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.

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Escaping hands of Time

Holding on to nothing rather than its illusions illustrated by artifacts left by tribes of the lower Iddhi. .

As if when something never happened until imagination brings fourth manifestation...

Be aware of its translucent surroundings of what it was, what shall it be.

Be it free or frozen in time like musical notes of Timothy Leary, yet the biological potions remain most potent.

Looking at the moon in her grace shining bright over casting shadows of stars, lifted by the winds carried by aetheric wings...

Soaring high within the liquid glass eagle eyes view of self expression expansion of self into anothers reflections...

Bending,
dimensions.

The heart is free from toxicology when the lotus has risen above dark waters, embracing the cleansing light of RA.

Awakened to find oneself, back in time.
Awakened to find oneself, far in the future.

Awakening oneself, in the now free from the hands time clutch...

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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.

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Violet Auras

Tick tocking of clocks shattering imagination, the violet children protecting the realms...

Silent screams fill the air nature belows the flames of drumming eares receptors of the call.

There they sit on pillars at the edges of the universes eternalness expansion of consciousness...

Infinite quest of truths to questions that will never be answered... only revealed.

Revealed to the ear with a thirst for the beyond, the broader spectrum of Luna & Sol...

Embodied in the self aware of where it now stands...in the now holding time in its palms.

Following the starmap written within its plateau, the voices of seers emerge from the depths of transparency to guide the will of the aspired seeker.

When two halves become whole and one becomes all...

All becomes silence...awaiting their next call.

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Strumming Lights

Ears drumming immortal sounds of space time continums.

Humming into theta states listening to the strumming sounds of light passing.

Rhythmic seers planting seeds within hoping to one day sow blossoms...

Night becomes day, clarity fades into the shadows...births of new formations in cellular structure.

Progressive? Have we fused old world knowledge with present technologies...we have yet to erase the thin lines between religion & science.

Yet there is still no accepted manual on how to open ones...

Third eyelid, for most are not ready to see true light...and its mystery remain unsolved...

in order for its continuous.

Evolution.

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