The ever powerful fist of ascendancy
Boiling the pots of our splendor
Cringing the ripe patter and clatter of adolescence.
brainwashed with honor and conditioning with servitude.
A simple yet braised attempt to control the future of an empire.
no, Republic.
simplified chaos, bright as day.
withering ever so slowly.
with cold hands and colder hearts they dig in the mounts.
frozen and piked.
bicuspid points of origin.
the ice is not crystallized in the warm bloody arms of the digger.
as time fades.
the stresses of modern life flow to it's nearest shelter.
the catacombs of the human mind.
the bowels of our most well kept secrets.
the myths of our mentor's disgrace.
can fate be so bewildering.
is our fate what we create?
or can the truth outline the the results?
the one who holds the pen.
holds the power.
the one who has the sword upholds it.
right is the status quo.
we all fight for it.
but who makes the choices?
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Sour Grapes
great awakenings come from deep slumbers.
we hibernate in quarries that infect and indulge in our false proprieties.
we become slender from the lack of sustenance.
a great necessity that we all find valuable to our survival in this world.
it was first a seemingly simple commodity.
one to be forgotten so easily and I was once eager to discard it for some with more bulk.
I thought I needed more.
for whom could satisfy with a simple sliver when the entire fruit seems so close a hand.
we grasp the vines of the grape tree and we all shake it's fruit off in shameless disorder.
we cause them all to fall and in our foolish excitement we step on those first to hit the ground as we worry more about whats above.
but that's not to say wine could still not be made from our disregard of what came down first.
we hibernate in quarries that infect and indulge in our false proprieties.
we become slender from the lack of sustenance.
a great necessity that we all find valuable to our survival in this world.
it was first a seemingly simple commodity.
one to be forgotten so easily and I was once eager to discard it for some with more bulk.
I thought I needed more.
for whom could satisfy with a simple sliver when the entire fruit seems so close a hand.
we grasp the vines of the grape tree and we all shake it's fruit off in shameless disorder.
we cause them all to fall and in our foolish excitement we step on those first to hit the ground as we worry more about whats above.
but that's not to say wine could still not be made from our disregard of what came down first.
Little Oysters
Imagine.
100s and 1000s spread out through out the sea.
all with a hard shell that hides their insides.
you search and search for one thats special.
you know which one. the one with a pearl.
but you cant just go around opening them all up and seeing which one has the pearl you want.
you have to make a choice.
and make it good. take a chance.
you spend so much time searching for the one.
and you find one.
maybe it's the one.
perhaps this one has the pearl you want.
you try to open it.
you break a sweat.
it's hard to open.
you are afraid to hurt the creature.
for its not it's life you want..
it's that wonderful pearl.
you try and try to pry it open.
nothing.
so you wait.
it will open sooner or later.
you wait day and night by it's side.
hoping it will at least take a peek then that night comes.
the time you have been waiting for it opens up.
you look at it.
and what do you see?.
there are 100s and 1000s of us in the ocean.
not all of us have somthing that someone wants.
but they do not know whether we have it or not.
so they take a chance on us.
they try to open us up.
see whats inside.
but we are to afraid to let them in.
we have somthing to protect.
somthing of value.
and we can not let them get a hold of it.
that after all is all they want. but just to get it.
they will wait. night and day spend time by our sides hoping that we open up.
we grow tired of hiding.
and we...
just for a second...
open.
they take advantage.
nothing.
not one thing.
what a waste.
what a shame.
hour after hour .
watching.
waiting.
and nothing.
wasted time.
just discard it.
it's usless to have it around,
and when they see that nothing I have is of value to them they will go away.
destroy me.
and go out looking for more of us.
perhaps there is a chance.
maybe they will not kill us.
maybe they will return us to our home.
to be happy.
100s and 1000s spread out through out the sea.
all with a hard shell that hides their insides.
you search and search for one thats special.
you know which one. the one with a pearl.
but you cant just go around opening them all up and seeing which one has the pearl you want.
you have to make a choice.
and make it good. take a chance.
you spend so much time searching for the one.
and you find one.
maybe it's the one.
perhaps this one has the pearl you want.
you try to open it.
you break a sweat.
it's hard to open.
you are afraid to hurt the creature.
for its not it's life you want..
it's that wonderful pearl.
you try and try to pry it open.
nothing.
so you wait.
it will open sooner or later.
you wait day and night by it's side.
hoping it will at least take a peek then that night comes.
the time you have been waiting for it opens up.
you look at it.
and what do you see?.
there are 100s and 1000s of us in the ocean.
not all of us have somthing that someone wants.
but they do not know whether we have it or not.
so they take a chance on us.
they try to open us up.
see whats inside.
but we are to afraid to let them in.
we have somthing to protect.
somthing of value.
and we can not let them get a hold of it.
that after all is all they want. but just to get it.
they will wait. night and day spend time by our sides hoping that we open up.
we grow tired of hiding.
and we...
just for a second...
open.
they take advantage.
nothing.
not one thing.
what a waste.
what a shame.
hour after hour .
watching.
waiting.
and nothing.
wasted time.
just discard it.
it's usless to have it around,
and when they see that nothing I have is of value to them they will go away.
destroy me.
and go out looking for more of us.
perhaps there is a chance.
maybe they will not kill us.
maybe they will return us to our home.
to be happy.
Life on Mars
greetings from Venus you said.
loser in a contest with your ambitions.
weirder things have happened though.
seasons greeting were never as bright you know. where have most of the roses on your feathered hat wandered?
great, marooned we are, indeed congested in traffic like most
angels are.
my worries now lie in the hands of the beholder
life can't get less complicated as a result. foreseen are soothing times when the bottom of the barrel is picked clean.
like a mountain when it's snowing be one with the ice, cold shoulders, cold feet, frostbite is the next step.
warmth bears less burdens
but the closer you get to anything be it hot or cold.
burned is the flesh of intimacy
loser in a contest with your ambitions.
weirder things have happened though.
seasons greeting were never as bright you know. where have most of the roses on your feathered hat wandered?
great, marooned we are, indeed congested in traffic like most
angels are.
my worries now lie in the hands of the beholder
life can't get less complicated as a result. foreseen are soothing times when the bottom of the barrel is picked clean.
like a mountain when it's snowing be one with the ice, cold shoulders, cold feet, frostbite is the next step.
warmth bears less burdens
but the closer you get to anything be it hot or cold.
burned is the flesh of intimacy
Friday, July 1, 2011
Racket
I severed once the ties of our hopes.
and rigid were the songs that we shared.
rugged the shards of land that covered my home.
and my sight was the soul of the issue.
a beast of burden would be my weight and I would pull that crane through the rivers.
looking out and over the mountains the crows slashed the tires and rode the train on separate rails.
beaming with lights and sounds perilous antonyms thwarted a noun and as conspicuously as the night's role betrayed the loops of our knots
a wheel that turned the gears and moved our inspiration like the quarry of a wilderness
in negation to our cause. be it our cause unknown in divine understanding .
the world as a larger purpose.
we wandered the road and now off the rails
lead ourselves through this maze.
a maze of the mind that allowed us to grow and invade their ideas.
and beaten by the brushes as we collapsed into this abyss.
wild accusations of the boundary men
whom with their great mind and eyes blinded the facts of a reality that is nil.
so to build upon that fact we could not.
cept our own imagination create a new.
and go beyond our limits
and break these spirits with nothing but irrationality
which became the originality of our predications.
where did all the anthems of great warriors go?
morals be they rare ?
or in moderation,
nullified with our ideals.
qualified are they not?
willing the same?
why wander in the dusk and dark sultry that is our memory
in this octave that is life
and this metronome that is time.
they brag like their the best
with imagery so vain and effortless.
this monster
this creation .
large vast oceans of disease
and trickery.
oh jolly was the lamb as he soaked in his bravery.
I wish once so obscure as the wolf in the field.
once the sheep himself. praying to be bait for the capture.
an evil plan sprang forth like the livers of the king god
and ultimate powers.
where solid was the waste of their time.
Through the bowel they crept and with time we were born.
The fear of understanding and the acceptances of greatness.
weird eerie and faithless soul
bold drunken and wasteful being
the thoughts oppressed his hindered mind.
weak and without a chance.
it clenched it 's fist
with hope to love
Murmured its brother:
the heart is not yet sold.
for it to be bought we must seek it's buyer.
The buy went missing as they looked for a new hope.
new evils and new enemies.
friends family. lovers.
none to exist after symmetry from our reapers.
Confusion came from the depths of hell and DAMNED ARE THEY FOR IT.
Why break the time to spend it in vanity
why plunder in bliss and offend the lesser man?
heathens hypocrites. and those green with envy. seek truth and hope for misery.
and rigid were the songs that we shared.
rugged the shards of land that covered my home.
and my sight was the soul of the issue.
a beast of burden would be my weight and I would pull that crane through the rivers.
looking out and over the mountains the crows slashed the tires and rode the train on separate rails.
beaming with lights and sounds perilous antonyms thwarted a noun and as conspicuously as the night's role betrayed the loops of our knots
a wheel that turned the gears and moved our inspiration like the quarry of a wilderness
in negation to our cause. be it our cause unknown in divine understanding .
the world as a larger purpose.
we wandered the road and now off the rails
lead ourselves through this maze.
a maze of the mind that allowed us to grow and invade their ideas.
and beaten by the brushes as we collapsed into this abyss.
wild accusations of the boundary men
whom with their great mind and eyes blinded the facts of a reality that is nil.
so to build upon that fact we could not.
cept our own imagination create a new.
and go beyond our limits
and break these spirits with nothing but irrationality
which became the originality of our predications.
where did all the anthems of great warriors go?
morals be they rare ?
or in moderation,
nullified with our ideals.
qualified are they not?
willing the same?
why wander in the dusk and dark sultry that is our memory
in this octave that is life
and this metronome that is time.
they brag like their the best
with imagery so vain and effortless.
this monster
this creation .
large vast oceans of disease
and trickery.
oh jolly was the lamb as he soaked in his bravery.
I wish once so obscure as the wolf in the field.
once the sheep himself. praying to be bait for the capture.
an evil plan sprang forth like the livers of the king god
and ultimate powers.
where solid was the waste of their time.
Through the bowel they crept and with time we were born.
The fear of understanding and the acceptances of greatness.
weird eerie and faithless soul
bold drunken and wasteful being
the thoughts oppressed his hindered mind.
weak and without a chance.
it clenched it 's fist
with hope to love
Murmured its brother:
the heart is not yet sold.
for it to be bought we must seek it's buyer.
The buy went missing as they looked for a new hope.
new evils and new enemies.
friends family. lovers.
none to exist after symmetry from our reapers.
Confusion came from the depths of hell and DAMNED ARE THEY FOR IT.
Why break the time to spend it in vanity
why plunder in bliss and offend the lesser man?
heathens hypocrites. and those green with envy. seek truth and hope for misery.
Apples
A man can only take so much.
I being less than a man can take much less.
and have certainly surpassed my own means.
I need to deflate
for I have no more room in which to expand.
I have been pushed to far.
Played with for too long.
and I've held myself back
I know I'll regret it.
perhaps I won't
I've never once tried to have my cake and eat it too.
I'd much rather have it out of my sight then to die every moment I see it.
though I'd die if it were not in my sights and I'm dying cause it is out of my reach.
was I so vain as to believe I owned a star in the sky?
to selfish to realize that I can not own something I was never entitled to.
have I wasted so much time and effort building a thrown for another king?
ah, but I dine in the presence of such beauty ever so rarely.
and my word never so strong as to invoke the slightest of affection
My Love,
silence is the greatest of insults.
and absence brings the greatest of pains.
am I so pathetic as to worry of such trivialities?
am I not entitled to wonder if the fruits of my efforts have rot?
I fear my anger. for it may cost me more then my efforts.
but patience has worn ever so thin.
I want to vanish as quickly as I came.
though no matter how much pain I have been inflicted with I seek to stay one more day.
my need for knowledge will get the best of me.
Perhaps I've only been reaping what I have sown.
someone please bring me peace.
I being less than a man can take much less.
and have certainly surpassed my own means.
I need to deflate
for I have no more room in which to expand.
I have been pushed to far.
Played with for too long.
and I've held myself back
I know I'll regret it.
perhaps I won't
I've never once tried to have my cake and eat it too.
I'd much rather have it out of my sight then to die every moment I see it.
though I'd die if it were not in my sights and I'm dying cause it is out of my reach.
was I so vain as to believe I owned a star in the sky?
to selfish to realize that I can not own something I was never entitled to.
have I wasted so much time and effort building a thrown for another king?
ah, but I dine in the presence of such beauty ever so rarely.
and my word never so strong as to invoke the slightest of affection
My Love,
silence is the greatest of insults.
and absence brings the greatest of pains.
am I so pathetic as to worry of such trivialities?
am I not entitled to wonder if the fruits of my efforts have rot?
I fear my anger. for it may cost me more then my efforts.
but patience has worn ever so thin.
I want to vanish as quickly as I came.
though no matter how much pain I have been inflicted with I seek to stay one more day.
my need for knowledge will get the best of me.
Perhaps I've only been reaping what I have sown.
someone please bring me peace.
Anima Pt. 2
For the birds.
living is for the birds.let the early bird get the worm.
let the hawks eat the doves
and the crows live in their boastful bliss.
while the eagle has all the strength
let the peacocks flaunt in their vanity
Living is for the dogs.
where the bitch's bark is worse then her bite.
where the mutts fight only over bones rarely thrown by the masters
where the mongrels are conditioned to sit, stay and roll over for treats.
Living is for the pigs.
where filth and pleasure are one and the same.
let them eat and gorge all they want
let the swine slip on their shit with those contemptible hoofs.
the porkers will know slaughter comes after self indulgence.
Living is for the rats
where pack rats hoard food and leave nothing to the rest.
let the mice hide away in their fear, and negligence
let the rats betray the rest and intrude on what is not theirs.
where the mouse will own the world.
and pestilence and death will only be a result.
Living is not for me.
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