steadfast

What can you say
when no matter what
it flows.

Simple makes amazing
complex leads to 1
and it flows.

There's no use exxhausting
or draining anymore
as it flows.

The escalation smooths
and the points are quick and short
as it flows.

entropic

Nearing what endings may appear,
So close, within reach but far instead,
A passion feast so crisp and clear,
A wasteland creeps upon it's heels.

Try for myself and try for others,
It all seems good and for a time,
Everything's smooth as baby blubber,
Then crumbles right on top of mine.

Is this my fate?
Is this my curse?
When I try good things seem the worse,
When I feel great and close to free,
Why does it all fall down on me?
WHY DOES IT ALL FALL DOWN ON ME?

When I crack and go for delf,
And things seem going smooth indeed,
The pulling grips of fates five phantoms,
Hook into the mind of thee,
Begging to look beyond the chasm,
Urging to help someone instead.

Then back I go and for a while,
All is well in demonshire,
Then 1-2-3 it's like electric
dominoes appear to me,
Popping up like sprouted grains,
Then hacked down like a withered tree.

There are no answers I can find,
To all the questions that I ask,
But pressure builds upon my spine,
For each and every single task,

How much more can one such take,
How much more can one such mask,
How much more can one such beg,
How much more can one such wait,

For peace upon this beaten path.

Inversion

Time to turn the down side up,
Break the glass to fill the cup,
Bleed the wound to heal the knife,
Teal's maroon when day turns night.

Four wheels turn to smooth the gourd,
Danger turns to Heaven's sword,
Those with horse forever scorn,
The unjoined thinker and his Moor.

Weakness melts - protection's strength
reaches outward past arm's length,
Fetus pouch will die to stay,
Forgive but not forgotten play.

Sacrifice will turn to gains,
Fire burns bright in our rain,
Tires turn white - roads unpave,
Barefoot crossing grassy blades,
Drawing blood from out of graves,
Clawing parched while drinking waves.

1+1 is back to zero,
Blind is one who thinks not nothing,
Turtles run while rabbits hear those
faint footsteps of uro humming.

Gentlemen have donned their dresses,
Life has shed her breasts for esses,
Small ones tower over giants,
The dissidents are self defiant.

So while you sip your lips may chap,
Your eyes are liars in your lap,
Today's hot item - Tomorrow's crap,
Even oracles will look back
and wonder how this white come black,
Wonder how this came from that,
Ponder why these two gained THAT,
When otto turns to toot.

Feast Incorporeal

What seconds bring,
Like a prophecy fulfilled we sing,
Embrace it fully if you can,
Let it go never again,
Make it part of every stem,
Of every seed you plant for them,
And it too will bring the voice to them,
Like the sound of the legion home again.

Through all the pain and doubt and sin,
Pushed past the wounds and back to thin,
A new world waiteth for the twins,
Sackwool mixed with bleach-ed lint,
The generations 'fore that lived
that died and strived if just to live
for this, and them,
And every soul come back to mend,
for wish to find it's truth again,
and re-balance balance's upward end.

So waste not a synapse,
Grab your swords and prep your djinn straps,
Bury past where once it dashed,
Transmogrify that molded mask,
Turn your dreams to morrow's mast,
One hundred thousand times per laugh,
Show thy kinsmen to the baths,
And let them choose.

The illuminated path is now revealed,
Perhaps still darkened from those lids,
But once the fog blows cross those gaps,
What wonderment in store for all of this,
What unseen fundaments become one with his,
What magnificence and umpteenth bliss
will pour across the jaded twits,
Like baby faces.

Awaken and grip the under-knit,
Below the crows and bellow through a goat's lips,
Empower and power over those two shits,
Not but yes and knows it is,
Cold jonah awaits to open it,
And Warning craves it's potent kiss,
Both will be beheld and with
a mighty blow exposed to it,
So powerful yet bold and good
they weep and will not show them it,
At least not when they notice it,
So amazing it can't be held in this
World. But these two shall wield it in spiral swirls.

Thanks and praise from the corners of every sphere,
Sent outward in all directions to all their ears,
Those known and not will steer,
Wether aware or not like we're,
Have faith for a few steps more this year,
and embrace the feast incorporeal.

As IT Were

Behold...

A massive wall falls before thee,
A mile wide and forty scores deep,
Each block is made of solid ore,
From sneering surface to deviled core.

To the left: a dragon with seven heads,
To the right: thirty merchants with fangs of red,
To the rear: sad soldiers with sharpened flutes,
Above: a foot
Below: the roots.

Voices shout from beyond the wall,
Urging forward, urging still,
A spear shoots through my fleshy shawl,
A tear runs swift from out the wound.

An outside light finds its enter,
The oracle raises his mighty lantern,
A ray of hope is slightly centered,
But the wall remains.

Strength runs from my navel down,
Stains the roots and slows me up,
Nerves that ended scream aloud,
And force the heavy handle down,
Down upon a feathered tuft.

A voice hangs on the tips of wind,
And through the pain a moment smiles,
Do I doubt what has been written?
Never, I still hide the vials.

So take from off the ground.
Place me before the mound.
Let me release the sound.
Let me unveil the town.

But wait...

As I sit in the midst of fate,
Surrounded by automatons at Satan's gate,
I know that time will prove to make,
More glorious an impact than rush's rakes,
So I force back up my jilted waist,
Wipe the shit from off my face,
Breathe and smile back at the snakes,
For while their weapons bleed my waste,
And jeers infuriate a vexed estate,
Futile is it for once in play,
Put there eons before this day,
Will all those faces writhe and splay,
Will all those be shamed night and day,
For daring to try and stop His way,
Come seconds sooner than can pray,
The Wall falls down.

If there ever was

What, do you ask?
I reason before the answer comes later,
A point to understand why
the pain is greater,
The learning would shrivel,
The lifetimes increase,
But would it be worth it
for a moment's peace?

I try to no end,
I try to no mend,
Every drop of happiness,
FOR ME,
Why is it pain to them?
When all is positive and nothing's trend,
Must be path-based...

How can you deny the drag force,
If only fooling yourself,
What a fool wants his past source,
The first morsel after the last course,
Think you know, then try me.

Many strive to defy me,
History.. heh
they remind me,
Even ancient masks role-play
my days that I've drained,
Stroking that genius
as if it's ripe to this day.

And it is,
perhaps a poltergeist Mercurian id,
Stranded from the depths of did,
But fresh as the newborns
and their sentence bid.

Who are we and I who had been done,
And does do, and for sometime might,
We gouge at the eyes of spite,
and temp not for the true learn quicker,
Sun like spice and the dead vicar,
Bring ME closer,
For the knives dull and the mind swells,
And every moment worth it,
His infinite wisdom lurks in
these dark times,
But only again to shine from those who see
beyond the endless rhymes
that will stain and sour the tombs of crime
until then, and then over again,
As it falls toward infinity,
and proves this over again,
what it is?
The simplest,
inside the palm it whistles this,
But we will never see. Until then.

Nearing a Droplet

Cold flames on my face now,
Waiting to inhale,
Forced to the sight
but intrigued by the God's shield.

Zealous and somewhat,
Unbelieving and somewhat
stunned by the cunning guns
who follow swiftly running.

My nerves are smoking,
Dipped into relief from every
smiling tome,
I hope faith is in the right place,
Right next to the grace
where it was bestowed to me.

My sword changed form,
from a brook
to a raging storm,
my mind bends as my words swarm,
and the ideas keep coming.

The green demon laughs and taunts,
For a moment distracted,
Then back atop the stallion
with the stag horn bellowing,
Black sheep praxis.

They still question and beckon,
I still fight forward,
Pure support from forward,
Raging with my index,
No sleep 'til sunrise
and the choir's kiss
and then I wake up fighting.

False Deamon

I'm a bag of peeled flesh,
Splattered oƒ holy debt,
And my fury rages west,
suffer wishes.

Blistered like the ears
of the sacrificed,
the last appetite,
I must hope for pain
so in reverse the shamed
I may again be godhumbled.

Seeing crooked now,
As the thoughts bash elbows
and the eyes melt, fellows,
What reason could reasoning be,
and what a waste for what's sake,
pass me my blade.

A poisoned pen quill my friends,
I stab at thee like a whisper,
and endless sarcophagus
calls us mister and I can't,
help.

we will all be born one day —

The Kuntz

I can see the spire,
So I climb,
Up each brick and
cracked mortar spine,
but the weight...
Like a lead chariot full of fate,
Clinging to my weakest face.

Why these venom dipped idioms,
Seemingly trivial but rape like lithium,
I squeeze my fists...
My palms bleed like nailed wrists,
Into the abysall,
whistling muted sips
I hear the deaf chisels.

Remove thy name,
Unbrand my fingerprints
and start me slaying,
I raise past the white point
and make it rain,
or can't I?
Shelve it.

Ocular byte path,
That bends and breathes
like a light staff,
Hand it to me,
Infancy is dead,
the fetus breathes no breath
and I'm somewhere.

Trapped in between genius
and 40 axe blades,
Sharpening my teeth
as I glance my mind screams,
Skewered by my sustenance,
I still swallow razor rust
so pass me seconds.

It Begins

The darkness surrounds me like maggots,
Why this fear of the new and the good,
Smile and hate back they do,
For I will not conform.

I lived through it always, lifetimes,
and come back maybe, from some high place,
next time maybe not so, back to that high place,
back to that embrace, that endless purity,
just keep them close to me, all who see the Me,
but THIS, something special like true friends.

Liquify my essence and pour it over,
It's like a fresh breath, day 2, an ice kiss,
The changelings they watch me and beckon with
blood and promises of pain for passion,
Futile, his wrath comes swift like love.

Take my sleep... maybe,
Take my dreams... not for long,
Take my heed... definitely,
You can never own my song.