Invocation of words given to describe
Thine hide that hides what crawls inside
Painfully Uttered by the priests and scribes
My roots dig deeper than the ones that bore thee
...
I close my eyes
in the darkness, entwined
I see you
And I wait for the embrace
...
Thoughts are formless within one's mind
Thus Lent to it's wildness
So it requires utter vacuity to shape
A question
...
My spirit has a place amongst the heavens
It's own twilight throne within ebon halls
Beset by vast walls of solemn emptiness
And proclaimed by banners of starlight
...
A force dwells within the edge of reason and doubt
Between the angles of stars and empty spaces
Lingering continually behind pale and veiled shadows
Intertwining with all who seek refuge unto it's fold
...
My bones arose from the earth
Brothers they are to pillars of stone
Dust reclaimed, in longing of the land
...
alas, a longing for light
illumination's gift from a lone candle
held by a mere wick, embraced within wax
meant to be wasted by both's unison with flame
...
I beg release from thee
Obstruction from attainment
Thy kiss of the vast infinitum
Intertwining and unparalleled
...
Absolution taketh thee in
By force, ripped from the womb
Life both the sentence and the sin
Thy shell, for now, entombed
...
Resolute deformity of fear forms tantric,
Near stratifying sense of space-time fabric
Quantum passing of the black river tides,
Passes the mortal sense, dimmed by demise
...
Real eyes
Of the truest auburn hue
Able to see what lies beneath
But chooses to remain blind
...
Corporeal form remains fettered
This body wanes yet Im content
For existance is tempered in strife
I strive to gain and remain
...
The skies pass, As they should
Dark as they, from suns they soothe
And light peaks through the clouds
Piercing past the shroud
...
Chained shell constructed
Derivative cosmic grain
Hailed mother's bosom
Soothing whispered strain
...
Present
Invocation of words given to describe
Thine hide that hides what crawls inside
Painfully Uttered by the priests and scribes
My roots dig deeper than the ones that bore thee
And the ones that remains to be seen and bear
Ullulations familiar to thy being to be
Before sight and foresight
My true will, bending what fathoms to bend not
Feint the Fates that favors it's part, apart
The willful that shares the same well, yet will not
Futile it is to deafen thine ears
My beckoning, The congregation hears
Reverberations intertwined with my reckoning
My silent cacophoning
Derelict horde reaped through prepensed time
Pure essences attained, their eyes remain blind
Persist Mindlessly, stirring these minds of mine
For my word is thy law, my law are thy words
To the herds; for they are lawless, will listen
my vessel, thoughtlessly wording my thoughts, arisen