PYTHAGORAS SAID WE ARE ALL PART OF ONE BEING; LIVING AND BREATHING BECAUSE OF THE FATE OF THE OTHER, EVERYONE IS JUST AS IMPORTANT OR UNIMPORTANT IN THE GRAND PICTURE, AND THE FLAP OF A BUTTERFLY'S WINGS IN TOKYO CAN STILL CAUSE A TYPHOON IN NEW YORK; IT HAS BEFORE AND IT WILL AGAIN. WE ARE IN A REPEATING PATTERN; A BEING IN A BEING IN A BEING IN A BEING OR A CONSEQUENCE OF A CONSEQUENCE OF A CONSEQUENCE. TIME IS NOT LINEAR AND ETERNITY IS AS POSSIBLE AS IT IS IMPOSSIBLE. OUR CONCEPT OF LIFE IS MERELY THE KNOWLEDGE OF OUR OWN EXISTENCE EVEN THOUGH WE KNOW IT'S GOING TO PASS.
Deliverance
and paradise
slip through the hole in your head.
Your tranquillity is touching.
You are perfect; -dead.
The outmost cleanliness
unstained by the sin of your soul.
You face seems at rest, unworried,
your skin so fresh and cold.
The pumping rain fades the word,
the winter fades the bullet’s kiss.
A perfect is loud but unheard;
only for me, only I see this.
Snowflakes gather themselves
on your coagulated fluids;
for once they don’t melt;
you’re holy now; a druid.
Again you intertwine with the world,
once again you’re home.
You’re alive, undying, golden, you’re gilded.
You are chrome.
Zero, and the end is near.
You know I will meet you there.
Every number is rotting.
The great Lorentz’ attractor
as well shall end in nothing.
What ran down your face like a UPC
grew umbra and dark in the wind.
Only this way can you be complete;
red down your face in thicks and thins.
I see the galaxy, the universe unfold;
confessions from a god’s death bed.
Red dwarves and white blood cells grow cold
oozing from the red black hole in your head.
And the warm wet circle ends in nothing,
I will meet you there.
The only number that isn’t rotting;
Zero, the ending is near.
Zero, the ending is near,
I will meet you there.
It ends; -nothing.
–Nothing, still rotting.
Zero
Zero (the ending is near)
Zero
(Now)
I am a
number, I am a man
Of enzymes and organs, all that I am
Built by structure, I’m molecules and atoms
I’m an organic, carbon-based life-form.
Constantly changing, -living a lie.
As I sit here (hara-kiri), ready to die.
As the sign of the effect of the butterfly
spread itself across the northern sky
One life, one world, one fractal,
one pulsing megametropolis.
The winds of change charge again
and changes back what was changed before.
The cycle goes around, the circle remains unchanged;
-Passing once more through the same old doors.
I am a number, I am a pawn
Proud and white I stand on row number one
where I stand still, anticipate
and gaze at the king on row number eight.
A fractal in a fractal, now fly away
A fractal in a fractal, the light of day
A fractal in a fractal, can’t help you find
A fractal in a fractal, what’s on my mind.
One life, one fractal, the stars and we are one
One life, one fractal, our energy goes on.
One life, one world, one fractal,
one pulsing megametropolis.
To favour my loved ones alone,
it changes the illusion of my life in vain.
I am one with nature, together we go on.
My cycle ends, I am complete once again.
The yawning emptiness above me
touching the horizon in purple and blue;
“As you stare into the abyss,
the abyss stares back at you.”
Constantly changing, -living a lie.
As I sit here (hara-kiri), ready to die.
As the sign of the effect of the butterfly
Spread itself across the northern sky
One life, one world, one fractal,
one pulsing megametropolis.
The yawning emptiness above me
touching the horizon in purple and blue;
“As you stare into the abyss,
the abyss stares back at you.”
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*Quote from William Blake
Page of creatures, you're a
piece of art
shaped and formed every day from the start
Perceived, perfected piece by piece
straight from Nature's hands and heart
Composed, designed, embraced, conceived
and from the safety of our chrysalis; depart.
Page of creatures, you're a piece of art.
You are unique, no less, -a treasure.
The prodigy of a proud mother earth
Live, enjoy the thrill, the pleasure
of yet a chance; another rebirth.
We're pieces of a clockwork
a heart, a brain and able hands
cooperate where dangers lurk,
together we shall stand.
Healing eachother's wounds,
sharing blood and water.
Bury us in common tombs
together with our fathers.
Perceived, perfected piece by piece
straight from Nature's hands and heart.
I stare above and I feel the fourth dimension
tugging my soul and begs me to try.
So I stretch up my arms and close my eyes,
break out of my shell and I fly.
Tiny lives and tiny deaths
beneath the sun and moon.
Ovate ourselves in every breath
with candles and perfumes.
We're orphan siamese siblings
fighting our only destiny.
With ancient wisdom's scribblings
fighting back the anarchy.
Painting by numbers the, world turns again
a cycle repeated the, story the same.
Chaos took over now order is regained
and a perfect sculpture is all that remains.
Worship the
Earth, worship the Sun
as you all worship Rule # 1
The dark sky
where I count the stars are at its best a vast deep scar
screaming secrets shouting songs to deaf ears from above and
If we could
see what is being showed
ever riddle would be solved
there's no denying gravity: a Rule #1
we've always obeyed the course of the stars,
the moon, the planets, and the sun.
Rule #1 is
pulling our strings
and we base our lives around these things.
Our instincts, subconscience, laws of the mind
tell us what's coming from what is behind.
There's your Heaven and there's your dreams
there are your symbols whatever they mean
There's your home exactly as you wanted.
There's your nirvana, there's your Hell
there’s your Tifareth or Rivendell
There's your soul completed and enchanted
Try to dare
to trust your intuition and try
to make life and everything in it worth while.
There is logic, it all makes sense
what separates us now is only a tiny difference.
We're cogs in the greatest refinery
wherein we are products as well as machinery
Explore what
is beyond all this;
dwell no longer in oblivious bliss.
Clutch your legacy; find the facts
to render your body, soul and spirit
complete and intact.
There's your
Heaven and there's your dreams
there are your symbols whatever they mean
There's your home exactly as you wanted.
There's your nirvana, there's your Hell
There's your Tifareth or Rivendell
There's your soul completed and enchanted
Tear away the thin shroud that separates you from understanding.'
The dark sky
where I count the stars are at its best a vast deep scar
screaming secrets shouting songs to deaf ears from above and
worship the Earth, worship the Sun
as you all worship Rule # 1
I can feel
you move inside me
I can feel you move inside me
I can feel the beating of your heart.
I control you, I can see you
I control you, I can see you
I could rip your shivering soul apart.
I sigh and
move, I am calculated and accurate
I turn in the dark, my purpose is immaculate.
I breathe every century, I blink every decade,
I am constantly reborn and I constantly decay
I can feel
you move inside me
I can feel you move inside me
I can feel the beating of your heart.
I control you, I can see you
I control you, I can see you
I could rip your shivering soul apart.
Every war,
every sickness, every function is my will.
I am beyond any authority, I am God, I am the Devil.
My divine interventions are a part of everything.
Every law, every exception and every living being.
I can feel
you move inside me
I control you, I can see you
I could rip your shivering soul apart.
Slowly
turning like a consequence
in a space without resistance.
Dreamlike, but solid, a rule.
Dwelling within me, unknowing, are you.
Live and
move. I know that you can't feel the strings
that make you sing and dance for me the warmth you feel
proves harmony in everything.
Containing
everything and aware of every molecule.
All my planets, all my suns shine like little jewels.
I am the greater God, I am the greater good.
I am the god of gods. "Elohim" to you.
I can feel
you move inside me
I can feel you move inside me
I can feel the beating of your heart.
I control you, I can see you
I control you, I can see you
I could rip your shivering soul apart.
Live and
move. I know that you can't feel the strings
that make you sing and dance for me the warmth you feel
proves harmony in everything.
I am Elohim
the God of Gods
I am Elohim
the God of Gods
I am Elohim the God of Gods
I am Elohim the God of Gods
I am Elohim the God of Gods
I am Elohim the God of Gods
I am Elohim the God of Gods
I am Elohim the God of Gods
I am Elohim the God of Gods
I am Elohim the God of Gods
Pluck me
apart
Let my soul now be exposed.
The ultimate art
Perfectly aligned, geometrically composed.
Pluck me apart
Let my ideas be exhibited.
Let every part
not be prohibited
We have grown so far apart.
Evolve within
by observing what is without
Evolve within
by shedding your skin of doubt
Evolve within
beyond everything you are seeing
Evolve within
you can be a purer being
To understand
ourselves as community and beings
we must dive into ourselves and not question what we're seeing.
You've drifted to far away from me,
the mental connection we now and again can feel
So dig deep
into yourself and try to be proud
of being human, a part of society and a crowd
Used to be
our way to share information
before language corrupted our communication
You are far
from complete
You are special but not unique.
So be humble and have respect
for your creations architect.
Re-evolve
Take a step back and make this right
Re-evolve
Take a look back and see what slipped your sight
Re-evolve
The dream is not yet lost
Re-evolve
Cause everything we ignored is not that remote
Even if it's not your fault
you can find the antidote
to break this cycle circling down
all that's lost can still be found
and the state we're in can soon just be
a story to remind how we
lost control then took it back
from the embrace of our Narcissus Demise
then broke it's back.