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Past the circle
Into the square -
And the Angels took out of the sacred furnace, the burning coals of fire
Told to drop them out of the sky, to make the mushroom cloud higher76 lines, 9 comments, on Sep 9 6:42 PM 2005. In Dark -
Watch the Raven and his plumage of black
Circumnavigate your body in your panic attack -
Look to the tidal wave
That separates the sand from the grave -
Look at the perspective beauty of the faraway skyline of Camelot
But look behind and you will see a cardboard movie plot -
Into the Mist....
Amongst the Schindler's List -
Wandering past the death kiss
To the stone that rolled -
Do turn....
And don't burn -
Evil can really come out of Good
Like the bloody, spiral, universe knots on the crucified wood -
Good and Evil, both came from the same source
Purity of energy, that was degraded by human intercourse -
Unique and free....
Moving without shape or form -
The seconds when I fell
Into my personal hell -
You see it out of the corner of the eye
You see it sometimes in the sky -
Look to the darkened and speckled night
Look past the horizon, well out of sight -
You look down from above
We know you are there -
Perseus cut off the reflected, evil, snarling, Medusa's head
And her snaked and stoned, blood dripped onto the fertile earth, all red -
Looking and searching for the patterns and the legions of the lost
That clearly manifest in the crystal lattice and molecules of the frost -
To emerge yourself into your mysteries, subconscious and dreams
To stand at the cliffs that were fortified by your profanity and schemes -
And throw down your acrid crack like salt
And examine the hypocritical cracks of your predicted, sin full faults -
A fallen angel...
Turned to stone -
The fragmentation's, jigsaw and travel through my mind
Of monkeys, aliens and the deities of any religion, you can find -
The legions of the spirit
Do climb and mount stirrups -
And the start of the occult part
That connected to the magikal art -
And the cutting fear
And the plastic moulded of all the year -
And the checkered knave did shrill and cry
The bloody raven was no more, it had expired and died -
Oh to be in a Brave, New, World of life
And watch the flowers of beauty, exceed the past strife -
And the black magic crow surveyed the battlefield
Perched on a dead mans, bloodied, silver, mystic shield. -
Fly without bounderies, into the records of the collective emotions of man
Forget about the passwords and secrets, forget the gameplan -
In search of the mysteries
That are completely divorced from the realities -
Then the dark, gothic, imaginations of my dreams took flight
As i plunged into a reflective mirror and out of sight -
And the silver spear tore and cut into his weary side
For daring to suggest, he had some poetic pride -
Blue grey light of the paranormal kind
Illuminate the cobwebs in my rancid mind -
Look to the East
Search for the mystic and the oblique -
Escape the chains of time and any past or present tenses
Back to the primeval secret garden, that will fill my souls senses -
and drop like snow
together, forever, you know -
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Your eyes are showing a glassy and vacant stare
And you long to shout out, that this is not fair!! -
Was that a bullfighter, close to that rock?
No, it was a ballerina,in a frilly frock -
A sense of what is right
And the diamonds that glitter in the sky at night. -
Like the tiger that Blake saw in the forrest of the night
When he was inspired and had the gift of the second sight -
So low, that there is nothing to reflect
No image, for the silver tiles to reflect -
Remembering family that were so full of life, love and lust
Gone forever, their spark turned off and bodies crumbled into dust -
Time and sleep are the levellers that keep knowledge behind the mask
All the collective knowledges are secreted in the vaults of the esote -
And why do we cross this great divide, year after year?
The answer is in the tides and the sound of the shell in your ear. -
And the empty goals of the few
Sitting like spiders on the morning dew -
And there was no ageing to humans, if you managed to get a sip
For time here had no meaning, it was the test tube to God's lips -
And the stones moved in the moonlight's stare
Drawn by the mysterious power hidden under there -
Two distinct circles, that are in constant strife
Like the timid bullfighter with the sharp knife -
It was the twisted look on the face
From the falling of grace -
The desert storm resulting was never surpassed
Forgetting the Passovers of the Past -
Alone for many a year in a dark cave, meditating and looking for a sign
And you examine the dark recesses and crimson caverns of your mind -
In the secret garden, there was a Divine Tree
With orbs of golden light and electromagnetic electricity -
Capturing this, will put the jigsaw together, piece by piece
As your soul, sailing to infinity, will be finally released -
And the power of the mind did move into the Universe
And whispered softly and did speak in silent verse -
Walking upside down in the depths of the darkest night
walking all over the outline of the hourglass of infinity's plight -
chambers here and chambers there
vents instead of the ease of stairs -
it was the aliens who remembered tose savages, of ape like walk
that grunted and could never manage to talk -
i am the action beast and you are the divine shrine
duality can co-exist in a computer pipework cache of time40 lines, 19 comments, on Jun 23 5:13 PM 2004. In Spiritual -
and not to cause the panic or the scare
no Orson Wells or any small Dan Dare -
and the flower hung it's head and face in shame
for daring to fall in love with the love with no name -
energy not degraded or soiled by lust
like the perfection of beauty captured in a classical armless bust50 lines, 41 comments, on Jun 11 5:32 AM 2004. In Spiritual -
dive with your soul into the mirror's clear waters
past the golden mermaids and the mermaids lovely daughters -
A reflected moon mesh in the light of the deep darkened well
subconscious urges and the ringing of the division bell -
this was the last garment, that he lay in
and remains to this day, shrouded in Turin37 lines, 11 comments, on Jun 3 3:44 PM 2004. In Spiritual
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