Tag: self gratification

WATCH me as I (fly), one devils wings and the sins of man, untold (truths) given through whispers in the darkness of thy youth, we shed our sins and skins to see that the reality of what looks back is not me (nor you nor it nor they nor we), forever (in)encased within a soiled tomb beneath the ground, a soiled tomb, stained underwear, fecal matter, dried urine, semen, the right, (the will), ignorant rants of nothingness lost in numbers, hidden in brackets, lost in my soul….

Pitchforks at the ready AS destiny holds court, 5y5t3m@1cally destroying forts built to hide providence, P(oint)ing figures persecuted resistance to the turmoil(z) of times wicked hand, wave(ing) at forevermore, dwellING in the cave built on the edge of what tomorrow can never see, for YES(terday) proclaims ownership of today….

Insecure realities mixed with fractured violations of ones inner self,

misguided fluctuations within a greater sphere of independence hidden deep inside corrupt constitutions,

believers shown the truth of their failed beliefs,

haters given the power of an iron fist,

life saturated across their cheeks,

drenched in the seaman of life that’s emptied upon their almost innocence faces,

by a life that is and what will never be,

a wave,

a sea,

a constant…

See for we are a quest of fortune and wine,

forwards together arm wrapped in arm unto the diseased lands before us,

thriving where others should die,

surviving where the greater have perished,

we two,

we four,

we plentiful few,

we are sodomy,

we are broken dreams of our child self,

we are the vestal light given form in the darkest night by the devils delight,

we are tomorrow,

we are the worlds sin…

Separation of the sanctimonious arseholes who first possessed this rightful pathway of preservation,

retardation of the complexities that make us miss inform our own senses to deceive whatever small part of ourselves deserves to be hidden from our own disturbing truths,

now join with me as we shed thy flesh and stare at our own reflections bare,

let’s stare and see who we really are against those who stand beside us with their sins skin deep free to see,

and tell me beneath thy flesh that you are more than I.

Sip from the cup that made the cinder dance upon the skyline of tomorrows unending touch,

for within the glory of what can be is the desperation of what we need,

searching for that impossible something we cannot have or see,

yet always yearning for its completeness even when we don’t understand what it is,

tomorrow and today hold no stay over who we are when they yet to exist in yesterday,

give into the journey,

accept the providence of fate,

make comfort your friend,

and hold on before it is all too late…

Thrusting vertical compressions against a stone slab made of forgotten sources, 

veracious sicknesses wanted for your skeptical monsoon,

a blistering storm of nothingness taken from within your bitterness,

while I gave you something worthy to say,

I took away everything else you ever needed,

I submerged everything you ever were in a foothill of mud,

gifted in the bloody limestone of acceptance,

sinner and forgiver,

rejoice for it will be will be a new dawn,

before the end,

before the judgment of what you is made by the finest steel my hands can wrap themselves around…

Fissures crack open in the shell that once was solid,

broken visions,

scares upon scares,

who was I to be this man,

who am I to see this pain,

a vision of denial,

a separation of church and state,

forgiveness and damnation,

forgetfulness when I release I am late,

no time,

flights of fancies,

restoration of my foundation,

restoration of my self faith,

building blocks upon shattered pieces of what was,

when tomorrow will be something new,

something beyond the me of yesterday and today,

something worthy of what will eventually be my legacy…

Symbiosis of pain,

hand in hand it came,

like a machine of man-made design,

it thrusts,

it purges all I am inside,

disease,

decay,

seas of rotting flesh,

as I fall apart,

cleanse me,

let me be free,

let me rid myself of this,

let me….

Considering the focus of denial,

we stepped forward,

blood running down our faces,

chemicals burning our flesh,

we were becoming,

we were ascending,

destiny was within our grasp,

like a golden ring,

promised from the gods,

 then the darkness soaked in to the everything around us,

but in the end it wasn’t the darkness that was to be feared,

 it was what was hiding within it that was our undoing…