Tue Jun 24, 2014 12:27 am by 
God is Love
You come and go in this Garden
Your aspirations form a maze
I am sorry if my intrusion begs your pardon
But I seek you in these passing of days
Our memories latch together, bound in union
Your experiences my guide
I cling now to the calamity that blew in
And treasure the time at your side
The Nautilus curves eternally
And captures the sounds in the walls
We bare our scars externally
With lavishly decorated halls
I gaze on your picture and sigh
If you were with me, you would die
Our Fucking Metropolis
Look at our magnificent city
The machines lay dead; burned alive
Buried by a righteousness born without pity
The speech rang true and not contrived
We suffocated our senses and drowned our children
We were the cogs; they were the machines
We exhumed rage; they hid behind their grins;
Intoxicated by their gleam
We were immortal; they unending
I am alone with what is written
Our darkened sun is now rescinding
A race of accomplishments smitten
We discarded morals, but kept sanity
We removed our face and retained thoughts of vanity
Suicide Sonnet
Anatomically autonomous
Anxiously abrupt to discovery
An insect among gods seen as monstrous
A drive absent beyond recovery
Now, perhaps the failsafe should be disabled
The circuitry laid bare for scrutiny
A feeling we subverted and mislabeled
Cheer and smiles hid sinister mutiny
The mainframe exposed and torn asunder
Circling oblivion we hold hands
Vivacious death gives way to intangible wonder
We expunge our lies like hormones from our glands
We end now abrasive and platonic
All the time pleading to avoid being ironic
Bleeding
Blood circles the fountain of youth
But it remains oh so unobtainable
We failed to be blinded by the truth
And so our beliefs remained retainable
Expectations draw a boundary along the way
While we struggle to keep our existence
We lost our insight in telling night from day
As we tragically succumb to the rising resistance
And now my dear I look at your chest
And see that you are bleeding
From a heart that you kept from me in a secret nest
I threw away caution and took no heeding
I reside to my fortune and take on the curse
For seeing you in anguish would hurt me worse
My Discussion with Jean Paul Sartre
Argos bore her sons into the woods
And her daughters into the cellars
I sought out the wise men hidden by their hoods
I enquired the alleys for the fortune tellers
The words filled my soul with a heavy remorse
Their advice and deceit no longer remained
Only I could judge my motives and course
Argos vanished, and the world was chained
A fleeting moment in time brought me to life
It was more than a cerebral synapse that caused me to feel
It is better to hurt and struggle through strife
We replicated moments and they are mine to steal
I now must return from my existential odyssey
For now love is real and it is a part of me.
I am Legion
A mirror by any other name,
Will never show you want you want to see.
Living vicariously through your flame,
That you spread through the branches of your tree.
An apparition of failed aspirations.
A ghiest embodiment in mannequin form.
Sad and lifeless is this empty station,
The chatter of ghost became the social norm.
The host of multitude gives you comfort,
With a feathered bed made from the finest Furies.
Playing dead is hardly worth the effort.
A blank wall that you can fill with worries
Stands like a presence holding its arms in abduction.
As the will subsides so does the reduction
And So We Shall Be, Forever Entangled
The Garden is gone and Argos was razed
The sons and daughters poured into the city
The sun reflecting off the mirrored walls left them dazed,
As they plummeted into their graves without pity.
We dispatched our occipital vision
For the vision that we love to neglect
The lovely view that we get from the schism,
Twirling and spinning around layers of regret.
Our downward spiral into our minds
The neural canyon echoes a chorus;
Replicated experiences begin to bind
All of the lapses that tore us
We stitch ourselves up with memories that dangled
And so we shall be, forever entangled
You come and go in this Garden
Your aspirations form a maze
I am sorry if my intrusion begs your pardon
But I seek you in these passing of days
Our memories latch together, bound in union
Your experiences my guide
I cling now to the calamity that blew in
And treasure the time at your side
The Nautilus curves eternally
And captures the sounds in the walls
We bare our scars externally
With lavishly decorated halls
I gaze on your picture and sigh
If you were with me, you would die
Our Fucking Metropolis
Look at our magnificent city
The machines lay dead; burned alive
Buried by a righteousness born without pity
The speech rang true and not contrived
We suffocated our senses and drowned our children
We were the cogs; they were the machines
We exhumed rage; they hid behind their grins;
Intoxicated by their gleam
We were immortal; they unending
I am alone with what is written
Our darkened sun is now rescinding
A race of accomplishments smitten
We discarded morals, but kept sanity
We removed our face and retained thoughts of vanity
Suicide Sonnet
Anatomically autonomous
Anxiously abrupt to discovery
An insect among gods seen as monstrous
A drive absent beyond recovery
Now, perhaps the failsafe should be disabled
The circuitry laid bare for scrutiny
A feeling we subverted and mislabeled
Cheer and smiles hid sinister mutiny
The mainframe exposed and torn asunder
Circling oblivion we hold hands
Vivacious death gives way to intangible wonder
We expunge our lies like hormones from our glands
We end now abrasive and platonic
All the time pleading to avoid being ironic
Bleeding
Blood circles the fountain of youth
But it remains oh so unobtainable
We failed to be blinded by the truth
And so our beliefs remained retainable
Expectations draw a boundary along the way
While we struggle to keep our existence
We lost our insight in telling night from day
As we tragically succumb to the rising resistance
And now my dear I look at your chest
And see that you are bleeding
From a heart that you kept from me in a secret nest
I threw away caution and took no heeding
I reside to my fortune and take on the curse
For seeing you in anguish would hurt me worse
My Discussion with Jean Paul Sartre
Argos bore her sons into the woods
And her daughters into the cellars
I sought out the wise men hidden by their hoods
I enquired the alleys for the fortune tellers
The words filled my soul with a heavy remorse
Their advice and deceit no longer remained
Only I could judge my motives and course
Argos vanished, and the world was chained
A fleeting moment in time brought me to life
It was more than a cerebral synapse that caused me to feel
It is better to hurt and struggle through strife
We replicated moments and they are mine to steal
I now must return from my existential odyssey
For now love is real and it is a part of me.
I am Legion
A mirror by any other name,
Will never show you want you want to see.
Living vicariously through your flame,
That you spread through the branches of your tree.
An apparition of failed aspirations.
A ghiest embodiment in mannequin form.
Sad and lifeless is this empty station,
The chatter of ghost became the social norm.
The host of multitude gives you comfort,
With a feathered bed made from the finest Furies.
Playing dead is hardly worth the effort.
A blank wall that you can fill with worries
Stands like a presence holding its arms in abduction.
As the will subsides so does the reduction
And So We Shall Be, Forever Entangled
The Garden is gone and Argos was razed
The sons and daughters poured into the city
The sun reflecting off the mirrored walls left them dazed,
As they plummeted into their graves without pity.
We dispatched our occipital vision
For the vision that we love to neglect
The lovely view that we get from the schism,
Twirling and spinning around layers of regret.
Our downward spiral into our minds
The neural canyon echoes a chorus;
Replicated experiences begin to bind
All of the lapses that tore us
We stitch ourselves up with memories that dangled
And so we shall be, forever entangled
