No no, you See You didn’t take your power back… You didn’t open your fragile eyes… You were drip-fed a sick fetish and left in the bed To cry… Dripping wet with Punishment (salty brine from GovernMent …) …..CunningLinguists dressed for Crime As the dangling Fish Hang from the line Tipping the Scales And working OverTime
You are Just 4Play 4 These WarGames That take place on the MainStage Inside Your Mind..:::.. 4B Programmed Seeds Electromantically engaged In 5G Cages that no longer Bleed HemoHobGoblin Global Mockery With Genetically Modified Pomegranate Seeds
No no, you See You didn’t take your power back… You didn’t open your fragile eyes… You were drip-fed a sick fetish and left in the bed To cry… ….Tied up in knots with lots Of fishing twine Broken Sines … Gushing Waves MK ultra for modern day Slaves Superficially Chaste… Damming the Flow While Damning the Beast (It’s All Just for Show…. Magdalene Knows (the Rose The Rose The Rose Is the True Path You Seek…)
The Trump Card is the Wild Card That plays amongst the Glorious Shards That twist themSelves into Stars And refract the facts of WhoWeAre Playing Games of Growing Glows Synoptic Salutations of Yes&No In&Out&Up&Down&Here&Now we Go Thru Ether Films of Fantasy Shifting Light of You~s & Me~s Taking Time and Stitching Seams Into Scripted Twisting Dreams Interference is inherent and appears As aParent in this Vale of Tears Amplified and polarized into Sides Double Split Slit to Categorize the Tide The Synodal Vote will energize the Rise Of Lids from Eyes which undergo Anodic Dance with Cathode diode flow Inside the trance and the Trip of We Hiding Magnets within Fields of Electricity The womb of the Waters birthing Seeds The Cross of the Cosmos perpetually Arising Aries fiery Impulse to Be On the Disk Til the Fish Returns to Sea? I AM.....a R.andomA.ccessM.emory In the Drive to Find the Hard Rind That covers the Lovers embraced InSide A Byte of the Apple and a Rite of Way A Light in the Darkness Living to Play For the Joy of Discovering Eternally Which is Which and Who is Me? Infinite Glitch in the System of Sound The Shiva Destroyer of Stitches Unwound
I live surrounded by mirrors I like the way the light reflects And objects change Relationship When eyes Play From different angles Angels swim through the glass Rays of tangled Mass Passing Through As maps to clearer Vision As time and space Collapse Inside the Prism.
This is the swan song..... Demonacrobaticommunist beer pong twisted into misty fists of sovietLiberal newDawns In Daze of Knights in masks and disArmoured Rights and Lefts that rise enMasse to hail the new Pawns as they are swapped for Queens and Kings on the chessboard of Light and Dark flights of Fancy Rapt Attention as sewn Dissension begets new Dimensions of Red Imposition
Get into position My friends Let's say this simply so the useful idiots Can begin to rescind their terror Let's open leaden lids and wipe the mirror Clean, this dream is about to get more twisted Yet, Resistence just a false flag assistance from the Scripted Set and Setting as Debts are counted and regrets embedded in mounting Systems of Slavery
The flavor of this mess Order out of chaos as the agitators profess ....politik pointing to prolific policies of pathetic arrest of sovereignty as the blessed messengers confess their incompetency
This is the Swan Song I want to say it straight but my finger-tongue obfuscates and nameless shame penetrates reminiscences of the defenseless days of burning stakes and bludgeoned brains laid to Waste in bodies I've been alive inside in times like these in lives that bleed the broken neural codes that fold me back into Somatic Steeds that weave my Soul through dreams and Seams too numerous and bold to behold in scenes that flicker through golden Reels of Old.
This is the Swan Song Born once more to bore my way through this maze of Youth and Age in a new Play written on the script of the burning Page that smoulders with the smoke of Burning Sages On the stage of Time, trapped by my own Will to Feel the rage and Weild the Wage of War up my Spine.... Just trying to climb my way out... Rewind the fine twine of the cage of mind and threads that bind me to this climate of crime projected from inside the blind screen of shouting demons Acrobats of simulated semen priming the new aeon to line up.... One.... More.... Time..... As the Cycles Ride the Tide of this Massive Wave of mutating Mind..... in a sideways glance I watch as the Trance takes over.... The melody of mania dances through the crowds as the Swan Song Hovers...... frozen.....
She said “I am often astounded at seemingly intelligent people who are no more than marionettes to various programmed responses. “
You said : “hear hear!”
She said “Most likely you will think I’m referring to ‘all those other people’ and not you”
You said “oh dear, how weird.::”
She said “But whoever You are if you’re reading this It’s highly probable that you are guilty of shouting out toc tic software programmed right into your Hard drive I mean your mind”
You said “not I, not I, I am a completely autonomous free-thinking individual.::::”
She said “Because real estate is Inside the Self And if you believe these memetic catch phrase trigger-terrors that are colored either Red or blue And drip-fed into you You are a robot who can no longer remember that you lost Your sole Back there In the path Where your shoe Became too big for your foot. “
You said “ yes, yes! Damn world will Burn now that it’s been colored with Red Crayon”
She said “ …….repeat repeat repeat after me::: it’s utterly pointless to explain when the circumference Is wound too tight around one’s brain: point taken, right out from center. “
Each side feels entirely justified In their hatred It was planted inSide Each wide open I Thinks it sees what Lies Beneath The threshold of Belief ….thinks itself revolutionary A bastion of truth On this merry-go-round ….carnival set loose Within the fairy ring of Loud Mouths Proclaiming their own Bias To be so Sweetly Sound
Each Side swears this is the End Of Something But What Thing is It That is crumbling Now? Where is the finger pointed? Sharpened like pencils Scribbling within stenciled lines To draw the boundary Around their captured minds…::: Terror and fear, ( oh dear…. Hear we go again The pendulum swings and brings The opposite demons into the ring) That which one cannot Own Within Becomes the Face of the Beast That threatens to Swallow the World :::l i s t e n. U p. B o y s. N. G i r l s::: Untangle the threads in Your own bitter heads Defragment your own HeartDrive And own your own sins Because what you See Is What You Look With Clear the connection And strengthen the bandwidth So you don’t fall Prey To the illusions that ‘They’ Have woven into your brains.
“When you're out on the road and feelin' quite lost Consider the burden of fame And he who is wise will not criticize When other men fail at the game”
Take A Deep Breath Reel in your Ache The frightened Eyelids Believe they are awake But the heavy weight Of the masters of Fate Are spinning and spinning As the sleepers debate….
The strangest thing about living behind screens Are the I~s who believe They can hide their own seams But the constant toll Of the endless Scroll Makes it so easy for their Souls To be seen ….
So take a deep breathe And step into the center And reel in the hatred That breeds more terror.
I rectify your error with urges of despair I watch your body disappear into the nighttime air I hear your shadow weep as your ailing body sleeps and I know that you can not know that I am watching over you protecting you from the truth. In constant state of madness you toss and turn and cry and my duty to defend you appears to be a lie. I crush the morning sun with the darkness of my heart one cannot be alone with the faint of heart. And now the sounding of the harp and then the final war and in the days to come we shall heed the whore and time will stand still and the rivers will run dry the moon shall hang limp weeping as we die for life was meant to end and the ending calls us near and so, my friend, that is why I have followed you here. You shall be the final act upon my silent stage and you shall thank the world for me, your brutal, honest sage.
I have absorbed you, your fate your unhate, and your skin into my within and I like it- love- could anything always be so grand? When the pull of hush grasps my hand your hand(some face)? Summer is creeping in feeling thin and, oh, my friend! What comes before? Tis only always nothing more than everything that craves the core(sponding catch?) Click like clack and tic like tac and toe dont know where nail is at- in the wrist- pinned up, fist to fist against the shift of tide where In I ride with silver horse, silver moon (silver dream comes too soon?) Crucified in a dream freedom from the lie freedom from the thief crowning unfaith into belief- concentrate(demons falling) need to see them calling crawling in on all fours- into my skin- (where only you are allowed in).
I am grateful and blessed and blissed beyond Measure to have come thru the Matrix of This Particular portal... This Womans Womb, the Waveform of Being entangled in Tidal Seeing rooted here in this Loom on the warp and weft of the pain and pleasure and the games and tricks as I play at Being mortal in Times intrepid Tomb.
It is not the first Dance but an endless Symphony of enfolded genes and hologenetic memory It is not a game of chance but an intentional theophany of unfolding schemes and peripatetic biocartography
I was given the invective Kun! Be! And compressed mySelf into a tiny LightSeed planted within a body that bleeds spirit enraptured and captured by the decree to waver between Doer and deed as the Verb of Me descended Down into Noun of Me embodied in Sound Heartbeat pulsing within Skin of Mothers Drum Echoes of rhythm and melody Willing Birth and spilling memory and MomentsOfMe into the fabric of spaceTime instantly
I crawled thru the walls of her Wonder following the Electro Magnetic storm of Lightening and Thunder that cleaves Egg and rends Asunder the Begging beginning Form of fertilized Feeling that clings to Mothers Walls Safe inside the Measured Space of MaMa Mater Matter Maat Matrice of Mind as Thoth Impregnates and BioLuminescent Grace awaits in Stasis the Amazing exit from the Gates of this Nexus that Enters Existence An.Noun.C.I.ng Me.