The First and the Last

Your powder ass is like sand through my hourglass
My power lasts, I flash and blast your tower fast
The wrath of my staff will make a coward dash
They scour for cash, I just sit back and shower math
The hour's past, now at last, the final trumpet blasts
Confound the mass, Babylon upon the ground is cast
Walls will crash, burn to ash, observe the verse from Matt
It's certain that the last are first and the first are last
Flip the scripture, Magic Eye, invert your picture
Camera obscura, my words will hit ya, twist your retina
Spit the lecture like a professor, and set the record straight
Snakes will separate like division, on a course to collision
Breakin' it down like a prism, now the crown has arisen
They bow down to the wisdom, I astound them with vision
Shine light through the bars they stay surrounded in prison

Smoke and Mirrors

Dreams of stacking paper
Like a house of cards
So much I built it up just to have it fall
But without you, it's really nothing at all
Just a flash in the pan
Like smoke in the wind
I'm choking
Feel like I'm losing focus again
Hoping I've awoken
Or maybe I'll awaken
Or maybe it was fake
And maybe I was mistaken
Maybe I never lost it
Or maybe I never had it
And every time I get a grip
It slips away when I grab it
Try to find a stable haven
In the stark ravin' madness
Cause you know it's true that
The world's full of sadness
You can do the mathematics
But it won't ever add up
And in the end, tell me
What does it all really matter?
Forever hear the clatter
Of dreams being shattered
Or bear the silent screams
Of the bruised and the battered
Cleaning up the mess
Of the depressed is an
Obsession that's endless
And nowhere in that race
Can you ever really get rest
I just want to stay true
And do my best with
What I was blessed with
And I ain't gonna stress...
So fuck all the rest.

Right Rote Written

Shit, sometimes you feel you want to quit
So you throw it on the page just to see what fits
But nothing is fitting
And I feel like I'm missing
Trying to find a fact in all of this fiction

File Under "Unrequited"

(Originally posted to Facebook: November 22nd, 2009)

Saw her today and almost walked by her
But got caught in her gaze like the web of a spider
Met her eyes and her smile but I hardly recognized her
Figured she was just another girl with a nice set of fly curves
I swerved, double take, stopped in mid-step then watched her
Took me by surprise, so I wonder if it shocked her
Didn't expect to feel this emotion today
Can't say whether it's hope, bliss, or dismay
She walked up and my brain locked up as we embraced
Damn, it's been a long time since a woman made my heart race
Was back in the game, now you're throwing my pace
Floodgates open, and again I'm hoping to taste
In the back of my head, knowing I'll never go to that place
But that's okay, cause you know I'm so in love with the chase
Searching her face for the lines that time's shaped
Trying to find if this is divine grace, or blessed fate
I hesitate, cause I estimate another star-crossed reunion
Hear love in the background, but I can't seem to tune-in...
Words fill the gap between the endless divide
Though it gets hard to chat when there's a tempest inside
I step to the side and turn to get her behind me
But she follows in tow and I'm leading us blindly
Mind on autopilot wondering how the fuck did she find me?
She seems different than I remember, more human, more tired
Loved her to death since she left
I've burned with more passion, more fire
Rested my head in a bed filled with shades of desire
Then torched bridges for kindling to fuel funeral pyres
As I walk with the dead, she floats like a ghost
She talks, but her words all disperse into smoke
Tell her goodbye, but we keep getting too close
So I say goodbye a second time, and cast away my false hopes
She says she misses me, I tell her I miss her too - which is true - and kiss her cheek
"Call me" she says, I tell her "yes," but turn my head and wish her "peace..."
It was nice to see you, though I leave you, sweet misery, 'til again we meet

I AM

(Originally posted to Myspace: April 14th, 2007)

HEARTS AND DREAMS MAY INTERSECT BUT THEIR IMPACT IS LITTLE SET BY NORMS WITHIN THE CULTURES NET RETURN THESE BEINGS BACK TO THEIR CORRECT FORM OF THOUGHT YOU BROUGHT MORE THINGS TO BE TAUGHT AND OUGHT TO TELL THE TAO AS YOU KNOW IT OUGHT IS IT SILENCE OR ALLIANCE OF SPIRIT AND THOUGHT REFLECTIONS OF INTENTIONS THE CENTURIES CAUGHT TIME SPINS AND WEAVES HER SEQUENCED THOUGHT AND THUS BRUTISH AND SHORT IS HUMANITY'S LOT FORGOT WHY WE WERE HERE. WHERE WE HERE THERE FORE BE FORE COMES AFTER DON'T BECOME FOR MORE BECOME TO BE ONE AND SOME ONE WILL SEARCH UNDER STANDING MOUNTAIN ROOTED TO THE MANTRA OF MAN COMMAND YOUR OWN BAND AND RECITE AND INCITE YOUR LIST OF DEMANDS TO UNITE WITH YOUR FANS THROUGH AIR AND THROUGH LAND VIBRATIONS OF SOUND AND OF SPIRITS AT HAND COLLECT AND CONNECT TO YOUR OWN SACRED PLAN DIVIDE THE DIVISION UNTIL COLLISION WITH INFINITY SENTENCE ME TO DIVINITY THROUGH THE PAGES OF BOOKS CONFINED AND OVERLOOKED BY BLINDED AND CROOKED SHEPHERDS HOOKS SATURNS SCALES HAVE TURNED PALE AND SUN SETS UPON ME BUT MY MUSIC IS SEEN IN THE POETS OWN TREE OF KNOWLEDGE DELIVERED AND PLACED INTO ME BY SERPENTS OF CURRENTS WHICH YEARN TO CONNECT THROUGH THE THUMPING OF BASE MATTER TRANSFORMATION OF LEAD INTO GOLD INTERNAL EXPLODE REFLECT UPON REFLECTION STARING BACK AT YOUR OWN COLLECTIVE SOUL TOLD IN THE HOLY TEXTS OF OLD WHICH NOW CRUMBLE AND FOLD IN THE FACE OF THE PRESENT THE PAST WAS CONSTRUCTED JUST FOR THIS TASK OF RAISING OUR CONSCIOUSNESS TO CRITICAL MASS UNPLUG AND TUNE IN, TURN ON AND TURN IN, DROP OUT AND BEGIN TO SEE THROUGH PRETEND CONNECT YOUR VOICE TO MINE THROUGH RHYTHYM AND RHYME MOTHER EARTH LENDS HER LOVE TO THE CREATION AND FATHER TIME SUPPLIES THE REASON AND RELATION SHIPS WHICH SAIL THE SEVEN SEAS OF THE SOUL ALLOW YOURSELF TO UNFOLD INTO A BEAUTIFUL LOTUS AND NOTICE THE POSTURE IS FLOWING FROM SHOWERING STORMS OF ENORMOUS MEANING WHICH WE RECIEVE THROUGH EXTRASENSORY PERCEPTIONS THEIR PRE CONCIEVED NOTIONS OF MOTHER MARY'S SEED GROWN INTO TREES OF CONFUSION AND ILLUSION WHICH ARE DISPELLED THROUGH MEDITATION AND ILLUMINATION RECIEVED THROUGH THE BREEZE OF AIR THROUGH LUNGS AND TONES PRODUCED BY CHORDS AND TONGUES INTO VOCAL PATTERNS LIKE AUM WHICH RESONATE IN OUR SONG AS WE SCREAM THE BEYOND INTO BEING AMAZED I AM THE SUNS RAYS I AM AND I RAISE ALL GLORY AND PRAISE. I AM AND I SEE THAT I AM SEEING ME.

Transmissions from the cosmic mind

(Originally posted to Myspace: April 14th, 2007)

WE ARE THE ILLEGITAMITE CHILDREN OF GOD STRUGGLING TO RECLAIM OUR BIRTHRIGHT. THE MORTAL SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF A BASTARD FATHER. LEFT TO FEND FOR OURSELVES. STRIPPED OF OUR KNOWLEDGE. OF OUR LIFE. OF OUR DREAMS. OF OUR SACRED NAMES. WE ARE GOD. WE SCREAM, WE ARE GOD. WE ARE THE VOICES OF THE ONE. STRUGGLING TO REUNITE WITH OURSELVES. DIVIDED THROUGH TIME. WE EXIST TO PERSIST TO FIND OURSELVES ONCE MORE. ALIGN WITH THE DIVINE BETWEEN TWO POINTS NEVER INTERSECT REFLECT SUNSETS CREATED BY DIVISION BY SET SPUN ROUND THE SOUND OF A BROKEN CASSETE AGELESS RECORDING REPORTING SUCCESS. SENTENCES RETURN TO THE SOURCE AND PROJECT KNOWLEGE AND WISDOM TO REFINE THE PROJECT INCREASE UNDERSTANDING ACHEIVING RELEASE FROM MORTAL BONDS AND BECOME THE BEYOND FOUR SEPERATE SECTIONS SELECT AND REWIND YOUR MIND DESIGNED TO SEE IN ONLY 3D SCENERY RAISE YOUR VOICE AND RAISE THE PHASE SHIFT THE CONSCIOUSNESS AND TRY TO CONNECT ONCE MORE BEFORE THE FACE OF BEFORE AND AFTER LAUGHTER RESULTS WHEN I CONSULT WITH THE ORACLE FOREIGNERS TO OURSELVES IMMIGRANTS INTO OUR OWN HELLS HEADS IN THE SAND AND EYES ON THE PLAN CONFINED TO THE DEPTHS OF MAN SANITY STRAINING AGAINST OUR DEMANDS OF REALIZATION MINISTRATIONS INCOMPLETE ADD TO THE SOUND WITH YOUR HEARTS OWN BEAT BROKEN DRUMS LAID IN THE SON THE FATHER AND THE HOLY GHOST A WHOLE HOST OF ANGLES UPON WOODEN POSTS PROTESTING THEIR SENTENCE DEFENSELESS UPON ASCENSION THE SUGGESTION IS RIDICULOUS FISTS RAISED IN THE AIR PREPARE FOR OUR REVOLUTION ROLL THIS ROCK UNTIL I SEE MYSELF BECOME THE SOLUTION DELIVER US FROM THE EVIL WE SPEAK OF THE LIFE MADE ILLEGAL DIVISION OF PEOPLES INTO US AND THEM DEFEND YOUR INTENDED COURSE OF ACTION AND SEND US BACK TO THE SOURCE NO REMORSE WE HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE BUT OUR COURSE AND REFUSE TO ENDORSE THE SUPPORT OF DISTORTION CONTORTIONISTS FORTUNES DEPEND ON THE BENDING WERE MENDING OUR HEARTS INTO SHAPES CAPABLE OF SENDING OUR LOVE INTO WRECKING BALLS TO KNOCK DOWN THE WALLS OF WHICH WE'RE ALL BRICKS IN PYRAMIDS STACKED TO THE SKY WITH ALL SEEING-EYES PERCIEVING THEIR OWN DEMISE AS THE PHAROAH'S SLAVES REVOLT AND RECLAIM THEIR OWN LIVES.

Excerpt taken from correspondence between Subject-c11 and unknown person.

(Orignally posted to Livejournal: June 27th, 2001)

I must speak to you before my concatenation occurs. I am aware of these entities of which you speak, being aflicted by madness caused by their possesion of my thoughts. I once thought myself the claimant of my soul; I am no longer that. Radiation is not an answer, it is one of their tools. I came to this realization during a violent fever I experienced for what I estimate had been a duration of 48 hours in real time. Vast gulfs of memory have fled from my consciousness, but in the vivid haullucinations I can still recall certain images and impressions which I will now relate to you. Know that these entities do not have an origin in our universe. They rise and fall, in and out of what we consider to be our space-time, changing events in ways that we cannot comprehend. The way in which they manifest is unclear, except that they seem to exist and can be observed on certain waves or frequencies. They have influenced our civilization since it's inception, using powerful and significant individuals to alter the course of events at certain pivotal moments in history. I know that even now forces exist, whom they may control, which constantly seek to suppress any knowledge of their existence. I also believe that they have been responsible for our evolution up to it's current stage, having slowed and accelerated our development at certain points as neccesary. To what end they take these actions, I do not know. The only thing I am sure of, is that the eschaton is near. The realization of their goals imminent... 

The disjuncture of my ego is passing, I can feel it. I will soon attempt to contact you again. 

...God willing.