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The Navigator

Rudderless they traveled

On mountaintops they gathered

Sought and swayed, along they swung

Unbeknownst, at her mercy they hung.

 

Serpentine shadows slither and wry

Seraphic spies sing of their light

Though Eris O discord you are the prettiest

Ti kallisi you called and tore asunder their plight

 

Upon this blunder, chaos unleashed

Alone you stood, your fury appeased

Before you, a spiraling mass of no-thing leered

among this maelstrom, naught was queen.

 

But fear you not for One has appeared

 

Inspired by genius the djinn has desired

To act as a vessel for being to thrive

A navigator has risen and taken up the fight

To push through your waters, a bright flame alights

 

Veritably chaotic your waters do flow

And through them to Will is the way

Inspired and lucid, a pinnacle aspires

A reflection of you, inverted but true.

 

Pine not O Eris, for One is ablaze
From naught came one, the Navigator inspires

A brilliance so astral, the spirit awakes

To learn your movements

step and sway

To spin and turn to your rhythm

ebb and flow

To lavish your beauty

Ecstasy!
Ataraxy.

 

In societies they gathered

While forward they plunged

to emulate their forefathers

her name they expunged

 

Spires so tall, rise fiery and bright

Tremendous endeavors of glory and might

Serpentine shadows slither and wry

Ti kallisi you call and render them slight

 

All falls and crumbles when she sings and humbles

inherent destruction is never a slight

when Discord O Eris is left to her sleight

Behold her elation; a glorious sight

A rebirth is neigh, the Navigator inspires.

 

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Jack in the box

Shaded black and white, and enveloped in old news paper.
Forgotten but not ignored it lay awaiting the beholder.
Once beheld its shaded nature began to deepen and brighten, a myriad of colors and hues escape into the ether, enlightening all which it surrounds.


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We See Far

In the azure early morning, a point of light appeared and the world began to transform before our eyes.

Buildings stretched and seemed to come alive; fiery and gold. The air filled with an orange glow, deep blues and reds rip through the chasm of night and a fluid ring of fire appears on the horizon.

Transfixed we stare, as an event horizon unfolds before us and we are suddenly caught in an infinite moment that extends to an ever shimmering point in cascading colors and divine fractal misalignment.

In that moment I swirl inwards towards it, a loony smile on my five faces, and my fifteen eyes fiery and mad with love.


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A Plea to Man

Physis

In a moment of scientific spirituality
An atom vibrates internally
At holy frequencies
Which resonate prophecies
Conceived within a massive star of monolithic significances
Born in inconceivable explosions of dire consequences.

Energy condensed by gravity, creates matter
A supernova provokes the latter
A center within everything
While this macabre dance is progressing

Now this is a beautiful occasion,
Which must be observed
Possibilities materialize and the wave collapses
This IS consciousness

Here is the diligent observer
We, its bread and butter
Eyes that see, ears that hear
A central nervous system that reaches out and up to the stars our fathers
through magnetic bursts of synaptic activity that compel us to labor.

Once the observer has witnessed this process,
It consequentially observes itself through the crosshairs
to find an ugly truth.
It is alone, and cannot see its self
So the division must begin
Devour to survive it is
So it has always been
So that consciousness can experience
Itself prevailing and existing
One is one who becomes two to perceive three in order to transcend five,
The spiral is eternally alive

Presently we have forgotten this ultimate truth
We have squandered our ability to reconnect our roots,
infatuated by disunion, now we are truly lonely.
Surrounded by matter, with no regard to its comely anti-particle
Although this ultimate truth is in fact pure,
Collective Consciousness has no cure
We are ONE, all that is, is entangled with everything else that is

Singularity is the grand shape shifter of constant possibility
Tiny elements that connect and create, we vibrate internally
We shine, we breed and we die
to leave behind our stardust it seems
For those who still Are to Loom and weave
We are stars and we are atoms indeed

It is disorder! Indivisible consciousness.
Do not flee in craven cowardice!
Pry your third eye open
Embrace the bright illumination.

Pathos

In our apprehension we tend to complicate matters by necessitating
a persistent being endowed with divine intention propagating
faith to personification and objectivity
And life without fornication or undulation
An unadulterated birth, a fixed constant
Or a charismatic Bedouin;

One is one who becomes two to perceive three in order to transcend five
The cycle is continuously recurring

Opiates for the masses
Can be a cause for massacres
Fill the void within with greed
And Kill for your need of creed.
The rift that is division,
Causes awful territorialism
Man or Currency is matter indeed
It is not even a question of need

Release the energy that has created and use it to destroy
I applaud you Man, for squandering this holy intelligence

 Logos

Instead of severing our ties
To collective consciousness with lies,
Dive in, and immerse yourself,
Watch borders dissolve themselves
Ignorance will not be absolved,
It is now far too late to be self-resolved

One is one who becomes two to perceive three in order to transcend five
Ride this lateral spiral to the very end

Spiral out, and keep going
Reach up and out to reach in
Rediscover and unlearn
Find this awful truth again
Embrace it and find
That void is surrounded by life

In mere reflection of our spiral galaxy
A spiral of dust, centered and preceded
By a super massive pit of dense emptiness;
material and immaterial
Where would something be without nothing?
Nowhere

We must eat our moral decay, Our fungal growths
Which grow abundantly in colic displays along the coasts
In unison we watch the universe breath
Crucify the ego, so that we all may heal.
Know that this Ebb and Flow, this permanently repeating space
Occurring, connecting and growing at its rhythmic pace
is every being’s dominion,
Though the great equilateral Eye has left us all blind and lost within oblivion.
Beware, Beware The New World rises
Suffering delusions of Order, the New World rises.