Fool Coverage...
Category: Writing and Poetry

"Fool Coverage"

As I get older
I can feel myself fading,
I can live to watch it go.
I become colder
and I'm still shaking,
this is still 1984.

There is no understanding
just the illusion,
and there is no happiness
but the joy of delusion.

There is no progress
just the perception of moving forward,
we all regress
and we think toward the future.

There is hope
if we choose to be so naive.

There is hope...
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Untitled..
Category: Writing and Poetry

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This is the pre-ignition,
it's what did pre-exist.
From zero came the one
and from one came this.

The world is a wavelength,
this world vibrates.
Nothing can exist without
the source..
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MegaVoid...
Current mood: bereft
Category: bereft Writing and Poetry

"MegaVoid"

Tracing the way,
I'm traveling the whole way down.
People want to pile in
while I am jumping out.

There's another rendition,
something to believe in
but I can't get the words out of your mouth.
There's an idea that's sinking in,
an emptiness that scrapes you out.

Gotta get out, gotta get out
get the fuck out.
Gotta get out, gotta get out
the emptiness that scrapes you out.

I'm tracing the whole way down,
I'm making my way.
I'm bashing my head against the wall,
I have internalized you.

Gotta get out, gotta get out
get the fuck out.
Gotta get out, gotta get out
get the fuck out of my head..
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Scattered by rain and sand,
watching features disappear
insignificance, indifference
shedding identity.

The last remainder of this world
is about to disappear.
Lost in the sun,
we found it here..
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Slipping is...
Category: Writing and Poetry

"Crashs' Law"

Well on my way
to burning down.
There's nothing to say,
there's no one around.

There's nothing here,
not even I.
There's no one here,
I'm someone else now.

There is no face.
There is no taste.
No trace,
and no place else to go now.

I am someone else..
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Staring into the void,
like a negative
I flow in reverse.
I am trying to end,
I'm trying to return.

Finger to soul
I punch a new hole,
sometimes I need to.

Wipe away my eyes
from tears long run dry
and nothing left to bleed,
I feel myself slowly breaking down.

There is an illumination,
a continuation
I feel I must go alone.

There are no words,
only the knowledge
I gained on my own.

Someday I'll see you
someday I'll be you
someday,
I'll be far too gone..
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Particle Signal..
Category: Writing and Poetry

"Particle Signal"

Your radio is primitive
so is your radar
so is your understanding,
there's nothing out there.

There is no secret,
no frequency of transmission.
Nothing but SETI
listening, not learning.

There is no radio signal,
but perhaps there is a signal
that supercedes the general exception
and perhaps we, like ants, march in the told directions..
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Current mood: nothing
Category: nothing Writing and Poetry

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I am retracing the way
following a backward path.
I'm seeing things a different way,
slowly making my way back.

You will not find me in the attack,
I've passed through some other gate.
You will not find me in the glass
or where deserts turn to paint.

You will not find me in hallways
and you will not find me in wait.
You will never find me
and you'll never know my fate.

I am disappearing,
it's all too little too late.
I am still remembering
that I've forgotten to be great..
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Earth seems fictional now
like a place I've never been.
There's nothing to hold me back,
no gravity to hold me in.

And it feels like I'm slipping,
drifting through thick and thin.
There's nothing I'm thinking
and there's nothing within.

I have crossed over,
I am through the threshold.
I have passed the watermark,
I've continued onward.

I will keep going and going and going
until I am wrong.
I'll keep going and going and going
until I'm gone..
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Meet My Maker...
Current mood: calm

"Meet My Maker"

The blue wavelength
is a solid-state emptiness,
a static strength
and secret weakness.

The harbingers eyes
speak tales of the future,
the concave complex
that leads into creation.

The test of inner-flight
lures me into the void.
Here there is nothingness,
the heart of my maker.

This is the twilight,
where present has passed into the future.
Here I am falling,
I'm bleeding right through..
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I am looking through windows
and I can feel my life in transition,
I see the afterglow,
my soul slipping from the skin.

And I feel my heart is out there somewhere
a testament to where I've been.
I am looking out, out out
from even deeper within.

No one should ever know me
no one will ever see.
No one will go below me,
no one will believe.

I am just a visitor in this world
and I feel myself in transition,
I'm moving down the line
coming clear of the nets.

I am phasing out of this web,
I have found the outlet.
There is a place I see myself,
in the exit from the world..
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Current mood: Broken..
Category: Broken.. Writing and Poetry

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All this treason
is what killed the Christ,
for no reason
and with no right.

We are homo-rape-ians..

We like sheep have gone astray,
turning everyone to his own way.
There are none that understand,
there are none that seek after God..
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I am returning to the source through self-reflection
and I am on the edge of transcending this world.
In search of God within myself,
seeking my cure.

Threre's no return from within myself,
there's no coming back from here.
There is a silence, a voice unheard
I have entered the sphere.
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I am returning to my heart,
for it seems the fututre has passed.
I am so ever-present that I thought of it last.

There's nowhere else to go..
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To the sun and in her pyre she wept,
tears now burning and on her face she slept.
This is a world from which I will expire,
I could pass away knowing she held this fire,
but there's nothing left and nothing,
nothing to believe.
There is nothing to believe in,
there is no relief.

But I believe,
I chose to believe in you.
Perhaps you are my weakness,
perhaps you're you.

I am folding over myself
just trying to get to you,
and I think I'm failing.
I really think I am.

I just keep going
and perhaps this isn't new,
but there is something inside me
that perhaps you never knew..
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Death points through the window,
the banshee is screaming.
There will be horror,
there will be bleeding.

A murderous night,
my skin receding.
Such terrible fright
to die with feeling.

Her soul flew through the window..
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A current, subsurface,
an undertow in my head.
A blue algorithm
is pulling me down.

Sinking deeper
in a burned out system.
There are places
where I'm already dead..
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"Johnny Disco"

It is symbolic.
These things take time to digest,
perhaps and entire life.

It is the sense that has been incubating in the back of your mind,
that pathological thought process that does nothing but read.

Now it is coming into tune.
Not that is ever wasn't,
but more, you're ready to dissolve.

It has always been there,
out of plain sight.
Now you've understood to react.

Hey Johnny......

DISCO!!!!!!!!
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Nerves of Squeal...
Current mood: busy
Category: Writing and Poetry

"Nerves of Squeal"

Drunk with your illusion,

I just want to live.

I give to you

what you've already stolen.

This is my confusion,

I stranded myself outside.

There's no way to win,

no way in.

I love you,

I haven't said enough.

Words just aren't enough,

this is not enough.

I'm destroying myself,

that's just how it goes.

Sifting through you, my eyes dialate,

nerves of squeal, you've struck a chord.

Sickened through you, I asphixiate,

nightmares turn real, burning out my core.

The slow agony of love,

a terrible beast bleeding from the heart..

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Point of Entry...
Current mood: drunk
Category: Writing and Poetry

"Point of Entry"

There is a river that flows through my dreams,

through the middle of this transition.

It is bigger than me

and my submission goes to something greater.

This is not a point of entry,

nor is it an exit.

It rises above

both coming in and going out.

The circle of silence within is broken

and there is the strangest sense of peace.

The world is closed, but I am open

and my faith is not yet deceased.

And within are words that cannot be spoken

and so, it is increased.

So here for you is a sealed token

of things to be released.

(I could sit in this chair for weeks

and never bat a lash.

I could stain myself

with cigarettes and ash.)

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