*Stretch*So much time having passed, so little really done, and yet I still want to do this.
As such, a little something I wrote up just recently.
Heart and MindRejoice, oh my heart For what surely feels, My dear heart, Yes, feelsHeart and Mind
So much like passing warmth Of yet another So casually brushing by As it does seem The briefest of moments Towards elsewhere soon so far away As it always is Always away from you In isolation you wonder Amazed at what exists Clouded within itself In twisting barbs Can you not hear over Yes, over the grinding Of your own mechanization Unnatural and unstable That thread of lyric So mournfully Alongside that of your churning Oil as blood &n
Begat Was the ClownSuch a carefree audience Watching from below the wire. . . Huddled together, Accepting the overpriced And easily excitable over the illusions. From where I stand Can I watch a crowd Cowed by the ringmasters To observe center rings So as to be distanced In their attention from The shadows where stagehands work. Precariously am I situated, In my position of humor, Between my expected performance And the desire to prod Into the actions Of those scrambling about below. For all eyes are on the clown, The juggling performer reeling abouBegat Was the Clown
Left Foot ForwardBe wary of them, those of silver speech, Of robed words sweet, precarious and daring. They are bewitched by promises immortal, And thus incapable of hearing.Left Foot Forward
Thrice the poison, single the source, In multitude the issue; Simple imbalance, misinformation, Unabated fallacies continue.
And foolish are those, the self-sedated, Content with poor correlation. As what reward can possibly be gained From conclusions of poor foundation?
This shameful condition, this lack of merit, A quiet calm towards distributing filth. Trapped in their desire for m
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I am pure, I am true
I am all over you
I am laugh, I am smile
I am the earth defiled
-Dimmu Borgir/Puritania
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Curiosity works the befuddled mind, if sense of reality be lacking. Often deluded, rather polluted, muddled and benign, we furrow our brows, quite perturbed, and question forced design.
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