Embrace

I remember this place
this feeling I cannot shake

our minds are vessels for the soul
giving life to forces not our own
we shared this passage to other worlds
without our love we are lost

in the night just like stars
in the warmth just like flames

I know
I need this

Divine Embrace

healing me in this
rapturous state


in the warmth just like flames
in the night just like stars



(2007)

"Watch the Fountain Flow" - (poem)

I drank from the fountain just to spit it out and spray it
across the withered faces of elders seldom heard
ill spread the word by quickening their reincarnation

lay a foundation across this baron wasteland of acrid brains
gray-matter faced in dismay with lifeless waveforms
fallen like acorns away from the fruits of salvation

consider your place in this alienated race
as the world turns our souls burn
then we die like stars spiralling through space
all the while blinded by time designed and fine-tuned
to the illusion that we as humans are saints

our fear breeds our hate and
we can only be afraid of staying the same
we can only hate what we cant relate to
we created this ball and chain of anguish and shame
like slaves it remains at our ankles

tortured and tamed to submit
to ancient unexplained languages
strange myths that cant predict or change the path of fate
just fabricates a state of sedation

so take all your brain waves trade it away for some spare change
possession is obsession if its not a tool it's a weapon
we are distracted our reactions are too random and unexpected to fathom

it's so twisted conscious of this existence

the divinity that we seek only present when we sleep
its fleeting and the meaning is hiding behind the scenes
the reason driving these feelings seems to be so deceiving
like treason against the being that created the seasons
we are cheating our own dreams left with nothing to redeem us
the time has come to deeply see what we claim to believe

it's our turn our hearts yearn to converge factual spirituality
how can we enlighten our minds with stories and metaphors
of save-yours dying in tragedy piling up at our feet

we are all lost sheep gathering in herds to the nearest Shepard
whose message is too obscure to reach.

"Speechless" - (Poem)

For

my hand cannot write what I will upon my pen

with tongue in teeth I cannot speak having no remorse to repent

the last incision was my decision to remove this from my heart

mistakes are made cold and bitter

the wounds are calloused and spread apart

take this sharpened blade

guide it down the pulsing vein of words never uttered

flood the streets at children's feet

the tragic songs we sing each other

let those confessions beg and question the limits of our souls

the road you are on dead ends and splits

but it can lead you home

(2007)

"Disapointment" - (Poem)

±

This fleeting feeling

dreaming of comfort in the bliss of stabillity

an internal struggle sometimes bleek that seems to be never ending

looking for answers in others' decisions

the disposition of wisdom is dismissed

while we stay imprisoned

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Intimacy captures our senses like the innocence of children

displayed in dispair naked

to strangers who seem to bear witness

someone is bound to be the victim

but I wont let them take you..

I will give them my splendor

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not to perpetuate this endeavor....

±

This is over.

it left the second you expressed your confession

Fate does not wait for medicated second guesses

a repetitive lesson I keep telling myself

communication is precious

to eliminate regre†

or even worse

Regre§ion.

(2007)

An Idea (with questions)

If there is one spirit. There are probably many.

So that is to say that possibly all the spirits are connected in some way, being that they are similar in energy.

What if the energy that exists through these spirits exists through all froms of life and matter as we know it?

Your life is just as significant as the ones who died before you.

Throughout time, Life exists as its own counterpart. Evolving and changing, but substancially retaining the same ingredients.

Humans are the only things (that we know of) that are aware of its singular existence. Thats where the idea of God comes from.

God is you. The fact that you are living { it's } life, creates the possibillity to fathom the concept of { it }.

questions:

If your spirit lived on without the bounds of time. What dimension would it enhabit? What senses would it use? What form would it take?

What would the concept of God be then? Furthermore, How would you even describe the idea of a ghost?

What I saw changed my Life.

I went out there.

With courage and the will to glimpse into the inexplainable. I left this plane.This world. What I saw, I almost couldn't fathom. It seemed like all information was flowing through me at once. The most beautiful colors, every language and symbol. all forms of light and art flowing in a constant stream of intelligence. Organized random sensory symmetry.

It was a vast, complex, intricately calculating vision. It required all of my knowledge and physiological being to be able to approach or comprehend what I was witnessing. I wanted to interact with it, but it seemed so strange. It seemed more intelligent than I, that I didn't dare try to communicate with it.

As I slowly left the vision. I was approached with what at first seemed like an organism whose structure was created by some sort of advanced technology. It looked like a giant sperm cell with tentacles, strange colored lights and screens within its' cell walls. It approached me, and at first I thought it was a spirit or some alien ghost of some sort, but I really didn't know.

I was just watching it, watch me.

I slowly came to the conclusion that this was an imaginary representation of what my spirit is. I had witnessed it and even though it seemed alien at first, it was something in me I had never seen before. My other.

Not even in my wildest dreams...