Intersections in real time -
The unbroken circle and dimensions of the mind
The tie that binds,
The eternal tie that defines,
The vanity of my insanity in due time
Like the night seas under the moon,
The haunted corners of familiar rooms,
yet I’m consumed
with vanishing into thin air,
the realization that this shit is my cross to bear,
did I think I could run away to see
The people that decided to leave without asking me.
decide to wait for happier tomorrows,
and find someone so they can be distractions from our sorrows.
But my distraction’s the books of paper that I scrawl in,
I’m eloquent as summer breeze and leaves that have just fallen.
With the knowledge that love is just another word for revenge.
I who have nothing but the comfort of my sins,
I who have nothing but the comfort of my friends…
As I decay, demons prey above me like a vulture,
Ability to endure contradiction is a high sign of culture.
Verbal sculptures, self defacing.
It is not God or lunacy that I am facing,But the erasing of the purity and passion of my words.
The herds of cattle babble on with talk of the absurd.
But I preferred
to walk away from all the feuds,
To find my life is more confusing than a rubick’s cube
So I’m subdued,
in all my words of verbal prods,
to live alone one must be an animal or a God.
But it’s official,
All of my pain is clear as crystal,
The natural side of life has now been seeming artificial,
But I can hit you,
And rest assured that I’mma last words,
I couldn’t give a fuck about ya secrets and ya passwords.
I can pass words and their ability to hurt you.
Patience is a virtue and knowledge is a commercial.
I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to,
I who have nothing but the pain that I’ve refered to.
Lost among the miracles, I stand alone,
And I’ve grown into a being that’s sitting on top a throne,
For many years that I would turn to rust,
I find a reason for another breath…
Before my return to dust,
I become one with science and mathematics and the rising of the sun.
To all of those who blind and cannot see,
The chastise of the enemy,
Perception requires duality.
Inspect your soul, the color of coal inside the body,
I have hardly come across them who’s holy,
Send them to the cherubim to control thee.
Burning of the sun and frigidness of the cold,
The battlefield is new but the war is now old.
You can never see the merest shadow of a halo,
above the head of evil djin who’se deadly like tornado.
The world has become an aquarium,
Full of gabing fish with murderous smiles,
I on the other hand stand on the outside looking in,
Writing down murderous vowels.
I who have nothing but the lack of variation.
And I who have nothing but change and suffocation.