I will spring forth randomly and quench the thirst of this unborn seed.
The fleeting persuasion of consonant meaning.
Bleed the untold speech of the voiceless. Screaming color.
Discreet endoshperic patterns excrete the weakness of heroic scripts
written in the tears of the spirits sorrowfully singing through keys
searching for the true character, timbre.
Vibrating frequencies of sensation
spread across the epidermis
triggering spasms of exstatic sonsory exclamation!
Static waves spell shapes of lost names
given to the unborn babes
raised in purgatory with out graves.
These mistakes pile up each day
into this massive massacre
of tortured sacrificial remains.
Sheep.
So I shall reep.
Until I retreat and percieve the balance of behavior .
The distance between beings.
energy equated to the relationships based evenly.
Without denying personal specifications.
Braveless.
Our hearts are no longer a compass
they are tied weights
the heaviest of anchors.
To be enslaved with the instinctual
innertia of nature.
The order of unrestricted or contained spacial arrangements.
Dictating whether or not we are deserving of mates.
Whether or not we deserve the consideration of fate.
The disposition of restriction.
Unforgiving decisions.
GOD only bears witness.
We are the children. One only knows the wisdom. It is not him.
We are one through this journey of birth.
Beginning with the initiation
of the blossoming flower tempting the culmination
of cosmic creation.
Once we reach the end . The history of everything.
All we know to be true.
The beauty and disease we have etched into our bodies.
We will then turn and fold, collapse our form
into one single moment
a moment
where an entire universe
made love to itself
and imploded perfect satisfaction
as it experienced the birth and death of all life
so spledidly and rigorously.
It reached up and handed itself the apple,
bit and drank the juices deeply.
Stored the information through out.
The one life we have all been living.
So repeatedly.
We are the first we will be the last.
That is the reason why, when we hurt ourselves.
I laugh.
The fleeting persuasion of consonant meaning.
Bleed the untold speech of the voiceless. Screaming color.
Discreet endoshperic patterns excrete the weakness of heroic scripts
written in the tears of the spirits sorrowfully singing through keys
searching for the true character, timbre.
Vibrating frequencies of sensation
spread across the epidermis
triggering spasms of exstatic sonsory exclamation!
Static waves spell shapes of lost names
given to the unborn babes
raised in purgatory with out graves.
These mistakes pile up each day
into this massive massacre
of tortured sacrificial remains.
Sheep.
So I shall reep.
Until I retreat and percieve the balance of behavior .
The distance between beings.
energy equated to the relationships based evenly.
Without denying personal specifications.
Braveless.
Our hearts are no longer a compass
they are tied weights
the heaviest of anchors.
To be enslaved with the instinctual
innertia of nature.
The order of unrestricted or contained spacial arrangements.
Dictating whether or not we are deserving of mates.
Whether or not we deserve the consideration of fate.
The disposition of restriction.
Unforgiving decisions.
GOD only bears witness.
We are the children. One only knows the wisdom. It is not him.
We are one through this journey of birth.
Beginning with the initiation
of the blossoming flower tempting the culmination
of cosmic creation.
Once we reach the end . The history of everything.
All we know to be true.
The beauty and disease we have etched into our bodies.
We will then turn and fold, collapse our form
into one single moment
a moment
where an entire universe
made love to itself
and imploded perfect satisfaction
as it experienced the birth and death of all life
so spledidly and rigorously.
It reached up and handed itself the apple,
bit and drank the juices deeply.
Stored the information through out.
The one life we have all been living.
So repeatedly.
We are the first we will be the last.
That is the reason why, when we hurt ourselves.
I laugh.
