Meditation

We are entering a world of despair
Where the scent of your hair
Will disappear from my senses
And I'll choke on senselessness.

I'm hanging from a thread
Holding on for dear death
So that one day it might catch me
With its restoring breath.

Floating above it, I dance mesmerized
Enthused by the magic
Gazing in my soul, losing control of the interior world
Closing my eyes and letting go.

That breath has no scent...
But it's got gravity bent
With its spell of beauty
The only beauty that suits me.

And I gaze, and I gaze...
But I see nothing
Engulfed in its breaths, I sit mesmerized.
And I stare at the cover
Waiting for the book to open.

Obs-cure

I'm coded
By God
Each letter
I write

I count them
But I don't control them
I correct them
But I don't control them.

I can choose
Not to write them
But I don't control them.

I have everything in my head
But I haven't explored it yet.
The outside world tells me what I already know
That's what it's for.

I rip up the paper I wrote on
And throw it in a fucking fire
And watch this stress burn
Stress in my head

My brain is in a frame
Supported by the nail
In Jesus' left hand
He could save me.

But I fail
I'm a fool
The frame burns
And the code is controlled by a stupid ego.

Fuck darkness
I'm sick of it.
I burn relieved
Because I have no more patience.

I fall in nothingness
But I control it.
What am I doing?
It's foolish.

But I
Hesitate.
But
I slip.

Grasp Truth
I'm saved.
Why was I falling?
Eternal amnesia...

Everyone is me.
But I'm unique.
I'm a freak.
I ruin a perfect frame.

An Acrostic

I dwell in darkness
Giant and heartless
Never seen the Light
Oblivious in the night
Roaming an empty tomb
Analyzing the gloom
Not the Freedom of
Truth

Life's Daze

Take a bowl,
Mash me in it
You wanna watch me crawl
But my sky's clearing.

The butterfly has a schedule
Making waste of time look special
The dreadful devils in black suits
Are roaches of Evil's grassroots.

Attach your foot to the pavement
As you dive into the enslavement
You're engaged in the displacement
Of the fragrance of beauty and greatness.

My broken wing between the pages of a book
Written by pioneers of gobbledygook
With no windows to Truth, just lies of a crook
Who swiped the world from under our feet.

Save your money, give me change
If not you, then who will pay?
Your mind's sold in stock exchange
Estranged from your life's days.

King's Dream

You'll sit comfy on your throne and your slaves will all be clones
You'll allow them in your home, though they'll sleep and dream alone
And you'll throw a bone to some who will get the best shit done
Though they won't know where they're from or why they live in golden slums.
They'll eat crumbs like birds and ants, while the labour of their hands
Will feed you and all your friends while the clowns will sing and dance
And I'll stand behind a wall, brick by brick I'll make a hole
In your shitty palace wall - alone, I'll destroy your role.
I'll be guided by the crows that fly steady 'bove the clouds
And I'll rest while my soul grows, til the doors of your dream close
And your empire will fall as you receive your wake up call
And your empire will fall as you receive your wake up call...

Dreams

Don't pursue fairy tales, follow your dreams!
The things you seem to need aren't as important as your reason to be!
I feel like everything is connected to me
We are all insane, I breath the same air that you breath
Yet I want to take your air and have it solely for me
Mastering duality and finding balance is key
Cuz I realise I'm also one with the illusion
Which is why I enthuse with confusion, like Blaga
And like a trilogy of light, I'll continue the saga
And when my time comes, I'll pass the torch
And place a candle on my front porch
As my soul is scorched
In the blessing heat
Of my ego dying at my feet.

Danger

We are proudly floating on Death's cloud
Clinging to Life's anvil
On the mystic ocean where the crowd
Is singing to a candle.

Prisoner of Words

I stand defiant behind my giant letters

Tall, I grasp the sky with all its matter

I pull its gown like a discontent child

Suffering of severe injustice passed off as mild

My heart throbs, cracking my ribs

As Death covers up its lips;

In deep panics I submerge

Independent of a grudge.

In these shallow depths of hell

Chimes a sorrowful black bell

Deafening to match the braille

On the fingerless prisoners' mail.

I exhale my last goodbye

Into fragile lullabies...

And so dull and still I cry

As I open to the skies.