Trickster
From leaving the fire you're within walk forward. So you can
release yourself. So you can keep old fires burning bright. You will
know when your fire building has ended.
For this will be your end.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Loki Fire Trickster
From leaving the fire you're within walk forward. So you can
release yourself. So you can keep old fires burning bright. You will
know when your fire building has ended.
For this will be your end.
A thought a piece we share
A thought a piece we share
If you gain in peace of mind you feel this pain inside. Open up the
wound pour the salt inside. I am opened. Now for our dance our
time for romance, yet this is nothing. I am that of which is lycan-
thropy. I take in you and turn out madness. My song brings you up
to sadness. Gain in, I shall. I shall gain in there shall be love.
Searing soul true-found sadness. Here I live in my madness. Plant a
thought, and watch it grow. Now your mind is mine for control.
Specter
Specter
Dread fear intrepid step am I backward or forward on this swing.
They come for me they scream for me. They want me. I do not want
them yet deaths dark tendrils crawling closer. Force of light you
shan’t stop me. I am forever! Sing to me about the truth yet so
many lies are spread when ones heart is open. Are they malignant
how can you tell? They sing something of destruction yet implausi-
bility you believe it is your fault. Although you are omnipotent it
does not quite matter there is heresy in the works. The blood brings
me closer. The breath makes me stronger. Intellect perplexes those
landmarks that stand among men yet they are men. I feel the dance
above me I feel the wind below me, yet darkness shines clearer.
When you see past illusions. You see illumination this is the truth.
“Can you hear the one handed clap.”
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Reflection
Reflection
Ferocious life exists to release the waste. Wilderness traps tepid
souls. Advanced civilizations glorify god like structures. The sanctity-
ty of sutures open to the world of disease. There I am standing on
skulls. Hidden behind eyes I burn away. Silliness fills the world
with a sickening gray. Sticky webs of mush. The energy is me I am
that. I can see without my eyes. The world detracts from the truth.
Madness
Madness
You think its that I be mad. Yet methinks that thou art mad. Alls ye
wish to do is to consume the ort da bit on it table. You do nothing
see nothing you live as blind swine. Is a screw loose is their a part
that has not been properly connected. Am I mad for abnormal
thought patterns that spin about my head connecting in patterns of
un unuiniformity. This brings to me the insight that is. Sentences
unfinished brandish on my brain. Unfurreled word sprawled before.
I pick and choose through the forest this demented dimension of
mind. Some keep some rooms of their mind tidy, and the rest hid-
den from themselves. Try on some of the other masks, open other
doors. Know your other selves. I sure something else will fit just as
comfortably.
Torture
Torture
My worst torture comes from the inside. Where all things are alive.
To create dimensions. To reach ascension. I am your god you need
not worship. I know your names and faces. I exist in spaces, which
belong to nothing. Walls cannot stop the immaterial. Passing
through which is soul. Gain in piece of ******.
We come back to help you back yet you want not my guidance till
your in your time of need. Reach out to touch the sun where there is
none. Yet know you have suffered.
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