A Lyric and A Project

Everything you've ever done
And all that there is to do
Leads you to one final breath
And no light to guide the way for you
And it's all a self-serving death machine
And it's all a self-serving death machine
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Just when you start to grasp it
(It) starts to pull you back in
(In) the hand of your creator
Torments and collapses the world that you know
It's all true my son
It's all true my love

A Midnight Passage

They sang to the mountain.
Silence reigned over the crowd.
The cave opened near the peak, and sent forth
streams of symbols that danced into their ears.
Dancing and dying with the message in the collective mind.
Peace overcame the bodies of all.
And the Mother spewed forth a loving embrace.

Ga't

And on the way I sat, sheltered in death, viewing all before me.
Frozen air pooled, rippled, with glassy flames of light.
The gods parted in respect of my gaze.
Bodies tingle with my creations, folding unto time.
Life needs me, owes me.
I am the Master of Not, Controller of Thought.

Salvia and The Journey It Gave

All colors visible in the pure and warming light.
I've crawled to know the unforgettable tonight
shrouding all outside of reach
In shadow, out of mind.
Hesitantly gripping my swirling reality
poured from memory
built gates for light to shine.
Passing through bone and sky
roaming over dim blue plane
I feel I've come home
again, settled now into comforting
all encompassing blackness
born again through light
handed back reflecting.

A Passage from A Depression

Throughout every waking moment in your life, death ticks closer.
As simple as it sounds, nothing could be more complex.
Your day is a sacrifice, an offering, towards thermodynamic failure.
Study closely messages of the half-eye, part dreaming, part seeing and the difference need no further scrutiny from you.
Stand to fall, walk to maggot's crawl.
Live in a whorled sea of numbers and letters, find the patterns and see them forevermore.
Notice that light, energy and sound are never absent. The trinity moves within and surrounds all.
Assemble your thoughts as you take your first step, or last breath, before the patterns slide into the doorway of a new journey.
The last breath lasts for eternity. Every song you've heard, place you've been, dollar you've spent, kiss you've shared and person you've met will stand shoulder to shoulder handing down your train of thought. To slowly draw the collapsing box of pure nostalgia.
...Digging your hands into the mortal soil, feeling every second collect under your fingernails. With the strength of a dying life, grasp time and cement yourself finger to hand to arm to chest into the wall of the past.

So As I Perpetuate Myself In This Chair

I grow fonder of the dreams
I become bold in my ways
And the play of light
Across our fingertips
Gives nothing when I need
Or desire in my want

When does it converge?

After a long absence

I am finally utilizing this shit.
Let's see what may come.