I turned the current NEXIAN links into a rhyme, listening to Kendrick. LOL, kinda came out nice.



Ive been to hell and back
Fucked with criminals and researchers
Learned perspective with underground trippers
Ask yourself - whos tripping who?
Lets unravel the vines
Phytochemical analysis from the DMT mind
Went to mystery school hyperspace and turned out fine

^^ Love that! haha

Seamless cradles cringing,
bright and eternal
in silence.

Twisted overturning by a pale blue hand,
blown away into an infinite desert of sand,
dark mud palaces emerging,
cacophonies into the hall jumping,
death.
earth.
hearth.
Irrational diving, ever-evolving images of light and sound and
such other-one matter-like artifact.

Rivalry rivalry chronic asymmetry.
chronos would't lie to me
but wouldn't speak at all if there was no wedding.
Unconsummated matrimony makes time lords quake the preheaven.
The line moves out of it's self and when then does time where?
Chronology in ambiguity,
you think this crazy?
What have you to show for it?
Kairos Kairos carry us continuous
womb eternal constant combustion every moment is ripe.

Aural
I like those sounds,
Like cordial
I like that
Tastes like
-
Sweet nectar
Elder-flower power
-
Excitement on your tongue
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Riverrun, past eeeve's,
And Adams liver is deplorable
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A plural of bells sings
Apropos sideways glance,
Sword parries the lance
The glass, half tilted,
Was half full
Now the upper half
Of a time glass bowl
Decanting it's sand
Castles washed by the sea
Flow my salty tears
The policeman's looking at me
Crying in the lot
Like some books I've not read
Or for a wife I don't have
For Pillars of salty mash potato
Or some safe place to segue to
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Unfixed in the medium
Cast thee three sticks
Six times for an answer
Cast thee thy luck
Through the fourth door
Steadily key the lock
Clasp stuck fast but
Plies for you readily
You'll never know whats waiting if you
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Stay stuck frozen guts in your belly

"Hit a rock,
broke through,
grew a root." - Anonymous

Will never head of flower bloom
That quickening within my womb,
Quaint flutter of my first fruit,
Should not tend to apotheosis
Take it's form from fertile root
And celebrate in glorious gnosis?

“You and Me”

You ought be the water I’ll ever be the tea
You diffuse the essence of all inside of me
Reaching toward tomorrow’s word is where we’d be
If only today together our eyes could see

The mouse that’s the house and the owl the endless beach
Of shelter and wizened freedom enough for each
To dream in tandem and live to learn and love and teach
If only today together our hands could reach

A walk through slumber’s toils undone by soiled sleet
We’d slip through trips to slide through tides upon our feet
And laugh and cry as one long lost friend come to greet
If only today together our lives could meet

A higher purpose destined melded and made meek
Realized in maze wandered toward shaded peak
To lay the mountain’s heights down alongside the creek
If only today together our souls could speak

~

I once glanced at a jester
To seal self a confessor
I once danced with a scarab
To sing beside a cherub
I once ferried a minion
To sail a new dominion
I once tantalized a nymph
To sanitize spectral lymph
I once tortured a demon
To solace the shadowed son
I once bound an archangel
To sense where the pain would swell
I once birthed a virgin beach
To sacrifice role to teach
Just once, too, a memory
Of a fated destiny
But once I thought maybe ought
I spy for naught to be sought
For duality cyclone
To be spun unto trichrome
And once I saw within caw
Of avian spoken law
That everything under sun
Will be made to be undone
Then once I knew, all I am
Is rage upon water’s dam
Stacked in stones of all I was
Starting to crumble because
Now the strangest clarity
‘mong my microdosing be
That the archetypes made free,
Just once, might rather be me

I'm writing something based on a wedding, got the first part, need to write some vows

welcome to the alchemical mirage
Rosenkreutz and Schrodinger cats
alive and dead on a rosy cross
McLuhan massaging the medium
Freud presides over the alter
Eros and Amore,
their witnesses,
a son of a bitch and a troubadour
with a slip of the wrist
the pastor opens
speak your vows
give your tokens
then in your bonds make fluid motion

Abarr Barr acadaver of a sheep
black magic pulling wool,
desperate, weak,
seven times the word we speak,
abraxas,
noxious ambrosia,
into my palms I weep,
tears pooled in one hand for the holy
but in the other for me only.
Mary had a lamb for slaughter
was a sun, she'd hoped for a daughter,
seven eyes see as seven horns Pierce
the seven seals in the final scroll
Revelation, death,
yes sir a full three years, oh
one for the master
one for the Dame
and one for the little boy
whom Jill came tumbling after.

Wrote on this Degiheugi - I've got an opportunity after discovering it in the Music Bin.

...
you will grasp that leaf, make that leap
rip the layer, peal the quip
ellipse in a queer clothing
still warp the space onto the impossible
hyperbolic abomination from eternity
retina split and form the new tirany
full unity, love and understanding
I want my fear, my terror and torpor back
My tears as blades schredding my cheeks
the angel smile stole my night
dripping of false light
this course has a need for clean and clear lines
I can only break so many
a stroke will heat me
my hearbeat fasten until it reaches hyperspeed
trickster freaks come guiding thee
Seers and oracles have seen the orb
forces beyond understanding make your every moove
choosing quavery makes one drool
fool you into walking many new doors
..
Nothing can be grasped, into the world of the liquid form
crypt unfold, the feel strip souls, tear mountains
bend landscapes to their sentient extent
fuse the senses in the grand scheme
a destiny designed by long gone runes
gargoyles muse, gutturals brews
no frugality in the truth realms
.
Rain, ground me in this day and age
my inner image is an enigma in a mirage
Faceless and yet of many faces
Masks painted with the shadows of life
Races, graces that compose my mazes
Yet in between spaces, comes dust, many traces
interlaced into this screaming abyss

A SHRINE WITHIN THE DIVINE IMAGINATION
...
From a calm reef
I dived in deep
And if I dig under my skin
Stream of reveries
Rivers of gold and suns unfolding
Blossoming leaves of thousand kisses
Treasures indeed, hidden in tears
Of gods and elders singing
- tunes, infusing beans of sacred runes
like beams from a starchild drifting
and countless eyes contemplating
the rippling drips on strings of eternal bliss
The king's crown and its jewell of spring
Flower flies above the fire rise
From a gaze embrace and erase the resonnating cure
And the smiling elven seeker
From a lifelong quest awakens,
now knows the core, the fuel that drives the shivers
the shrine from the reversed ocean
the seashell melody, the seamless wisdom
Forbidden for eons, forseen in visions
Momentum, the sum of the forms channels the morning souls
Birth of the falling moon, soon
Doom to be elevated in loops
Vowed to be fooled in countless rooms
A tool for the game of beings unseen
sealing fate in insane dreams
interlaced in crystal breezes
Breaks the cieling,
storm the eye of unknwoable glyph-iz
Lighting the body of information vital
Driving perception in raging riddles
Bounded in limitless prism
Prisons made of freedom
Will it, still the feel of it
Create your mind artefact from it
Let hit you, drink the blood that flows your veins
Flood you (n)everly real mundanity
Time to dillate - mind - the sign
Underneath your palm
The liquid radiant star that breathes you inside out
..
((( ... In and out, Loud and seen
In odes and dreams, Soulish thrills ... )))
.

Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence:
This place made from our love for that emptiness!

Yet somehow comes emptiness,
this existence goes.

Praise to that happening, over and over!
For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.

Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,
that work is over.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope,
free of mountainous wanting.

The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
blown off into emptiness.

These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:

Words and what they try to say swept
out the window, down the slanted roof.

~Rumi

The following has been something that has had held great importance to me for quite a long time now. I have reflected on it many times over and it always brings me peace.



Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

~Max Ehrmann, Desiderata

The tangled vines of life, gripped and pulled away the veil.
What remained and all that is left, was your spirit's grail.
It spoke to you in voices, that spoke another tongue.
You ignored the call so long, until you heard it sung.
Music in your mind, the voice became so clear.
And now you hear the song, until you disappear.

DmnStr8

Oh I'm looking,
ever faithful is my gaze.
Away from myself at something else.
Good god my eyes must hate me,
turned forever from the boredom of I am,
toward the borders of kingdom coming.

Spirits grail full of grog
its vocal choice is rather odd.
Though yes the chalice,
its reverberations,
render even,
reformation of the odd,
such that hateful tokens
become money well spent
hell bent on pay the mortgage,
I still don't get it.

I wear clothes for other people
fucking cunts
I raise a steeple of evil inside myself
and think I am great for it

I'm illiterable
un nuit terrible
ghastly glory
stary heaven
naked shame of the heathen
bask in the low of ours
of mine
of

I did drink a bottle of wine tonight.
Like the swine I eat and crush pearls
like; peril peril lead me be,
fuck, lose focus marry me
to some schemata or other rubber duck,
anything to loose time in the tub.
God damn the lamb how it bleats in my ear,
how it bleeds in my era,
blood running clearer
then thickening on mirror
and the quickening children
in womb can they hear her
Chaldean oracular?
what am I looking for?
I need an oracle,
a compass points north
but does not tell you where to go.