GeoEngineered Nanospheric Tears That flood And break blood with the brethren It’s a fantastic mask of the Weathered Lens A drastic attack on all sense As the minds Of men Totter on the fence ‘It all depends on where you begin” To See The Eye of the Storm opens Wide At Sea The Shutter flutters at warp speed To ravage the masses… Its a haunting hell that smells of deception Taunting the dwellers In the realm of perception Where landslides tear the minds In two Rip the fabric of Time as the Rivers Rise Steered by the gears And fed by the tears and bleeding hearts Within this atmosphere Of false gods and false starts…. ‘Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear The falconer The center cannot hold Things fall apart’ Right on Time and Left In Space The BodyPolitik.All Race Speeds through Like floodwaters unleashed By occult forces of unTruth And abuse ….the slippery noose that tightens Upon the neck of youth And age As modern day slaves break loose And spill their rage Upon the blank page of cyberNous. It’s what happens You know When the blind intellect thinks it reigns Supreme Demiurgic surges from rains Seeded at sea In Frequencies that feel real But fail to bleed With the bodies needs Cut off from the heart of the human Creed Grasping for the apple with a rotten Core One byte away from an open Door In-Between This World and This Dream As the floodwaters recede And set in place The next stage managed scenes As the Raven quoth ‘Nevermore’.
(Disembodied Terror/ Magical Happenings and Self As Antidote- Consuming the Snake)
Dreamtime Feb 28, 2009
I am asleep and can hear B outside in conflict with a big mob of young people who are drinking and making noise and being destructive. I get up and look out the window, and eventually go downstairs. They have been fighting and hassling. I open the back door and say ‘Thats it’ really angry, and I throw and stone into their crowd in the street and it hits someone, but they see me close the door and then know who it is that has thrown it. I run upstairs, suddenly afraid of what they will do. B has gone somewhere and I am alone in the house with Oisin and I feel insecure and unsafe. I see someone climbing on the wall to get into the house. I look out the window and then someone throws something in ….they are targeting the house and me now. The next thing I know I am in the bed sleeping next to Oisin, and I feel a presence….unseen….and I am terrified. It is sucking me down the bed toward an invisible hole or something. I can feel the energy and palpable terror as I try to fight the pull. I am afraid for Oisin too. It seems to suck me to the door/wall and I know I am powerless in relation to this immense energy, whatever/whoever it is. At some point I am telling B about the dream of the kids and the terror, as if I have woken up. Then I am in a car with a man who I have met and feel in sync with …he is older and somewhat familiar. He seems to belong to some group that I have befriended. B and I are at odds and he has pretty much dissed everything I tell him matters to me. I feel so angry and I want to get away, so I go with the man. There is something about a girl, familiar either in Waking Life or in Dream, and we both somehow come to realize with are on the same ‘Mission’. The man and I are supposed to eat dinner with her and her parents but something happens and we are really late. When we turn up, with Oisin, Oisin is really wired and running around and I feel self-conscious and that I am offending her parents because they seem quite ‘proper’. He walks right off a table at one point while I half-catch him before he hits the floor in such a ways that it makes it look like no big deal. The girl and I are in in her room then, but we leave to meet the man at a pub or somewhere. We sit down at a table with some people There is a blonde girl who arouses my rage and I punch her and get into a spat. We are waiting for the owners of the place to leave with us. Then I am with the girl again, in her room, and there is an assortment of objects on a table. We are trying to do something shamanistic, and I turn into a Bat and she is something else. It has to do with the objects on the table. I fly out, in a bat-like manner, conscious of the quick flapping motion of my wings. It is hard to remain in flight however. We feel compelled to figure out or do something that has spiritual/ magical undertones and involves the girls parents too. There is a scene where I am hanging from a ledge in water or some other substance and asking for help up…saying “please help me!”. There is one scene where I am with Oisin and we are walking and I see a timber rattlesnake…a small fat one …and I run over to protect him. I end up grabbing it and have it in my hands. I feel I must consume it for some reason. As I am holding it I bite down on its belly and it lets out a loud squeal, then I crush its head in my fingers and take a bite out of it. It has a magical feel to it. There is another rattlesnake that seems to jump and bite Oisin in the face but we dont pay any attention … It is as if I consumed the snake in order to use it as an Antidote to any potential harm it could bring to Oisin. I end up describing the experiences to the girls parents. They are amazed.
It’s all by design Mmmmmkkkkk? Ultra decay In the blue light cascade..,, It’s Dope Yo, I Mean No way to play the game Without knowing What’s glowing Inside your brain..:: Roll up the sleeve They say Rape the vein As the stains reign Supreme Stare at the screen As the blue light screams In vain
My mother is calling and I never tried to hear all my life I have lived in fear of fear seeing only red the color of blood watching only for the rain to cleanse everything with mud I have been waiting for so long just to find you here waiting so many years wanting nothing but to torture you- into loving me.... my deepest , darkest fear is that you will not know me that you will pass me by... and then my eyes will cry but not me.... for my heart is not a heart at all it is but a mass of sorrow mixed with blood... and now I am waiting for the filth cleansing mud.
Somebodies old socks have torn and I never meant to be a bag with a hole in it- not the least bit of cares but a worry undutiful to the mind with your beefcake junksters riding in the passenger seat and you hit the gas no movement as you jerk the wheel across the road your dignity ran (at least you know you had it) but as the wind sweeps and the sun goes down a tiny tear is used to wash my cares and I find a rose under the stairs it has my name on it- like a hero from the movies, a none other than comical character I see that I have been born and my mother eats panty hose to keep her warm in the winter my sisters all laugh and my brothers aren't alive (I never had any) so as I cough up integrity I try to close my eyes without shutting them and I chase away the worry and I don't complain....
Tiger Came to me in Dreamtime Last night Such Presence, Will, Intent
I was close to tiger, Yet Aware Of its immense Power It took my right hand Into It's mouth Playfully , gently, with teeth Penetrating gaze To tell me Remind me I had not fed it, in a long time I knew it could rip my arm off If it chose But it was choosing simply To alert me Of my neglect
I remembered then All Of it Wistful that I had let it go hungry Trying to remedy The situation with Meat
And the proximity Of this fabulous beast To me To my knowing The seemingly Tamed Tiger Pacing Hungry A force of nature Being released From my own psyche Awoke My primal Will
It Was so obvious That the Feeding Was Now In progress
A long slow slide into degradation… shuffled into the perfect recipe for biocessation Everything that you have been taught to fear Is backwards The swords of discrimination Are lacking more each year
Prepping you for the greenhouse You’ve been potted In depleted soil For the smart dome that invades Your biome And becomes your home It’s almost here You’ve been prepped and steered Along the abyss The Judas kiss From the many tiered Mirror Of your fears Here … Create panic , hide from the sun Straight into the blue light of the floodlights That mine sight and tie your eyes Too tight To run….
You are a brief elaboration Of a tube That stretches mouth to ass Filled with steller mass There is a light show within Your skin Inside Where life begins to dine On photons And digest the Aeon Trapped in time
biology uses light’s duality to sculpt life What are you being sculpted into In this blue light haze A maze of fading dreams Owned now by the real Estate Agents of Virtual Things That occupy your inner life And nullify your Imaginal Mind Running from the blind Minotaur Hungry inside his circuitry Waiting for the tender feast Prepared Carefully And risen like yeast Inside the meat Suits Who no longer need To bleed.
The ultimate beauty of psyche is that which even Aphrodite does not have and which must come from Persephone, who is queen over the dead souls and whose name means “bringer of destruction." The Box of Beauty which Psyche must fetch as her last task refers to an underworld beauty that can never be seen with the senses. It is the beauty of the knowledge of death and of the effects of death upon all other beauty that does not contain this knowledge. Psyche must “die" herself in order to experience the reality of this beauty, a death different from her suicidal attempts. This would be the ultimate task of soul-making and its beauty: the incorporation of destruction into the flesh and skin, embalmed in life, the visible transfigured by the invisibility of Hades's kingdom, anointing the psyche by the killing experience of its personal mortality. The Platonic upward movement toward aestheticism is tempered by the beauty of Persephone. Destruction, death, and Hades are not left out. Moreover, Aphrodite does not have access to this kind of beauty. She can acquire it only through Psyche, for the soul mediates the beauty of the invisible inner world to the world of outer forms.
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