Morning Star

Balls deep romance what the fuck-

slide into me as we breathe through touch

fuck the rough give and take keep up

in the lane playing games acting with fame

torture the name slay the day fake the grave

a clock on the walls brings us to the fall

a page turned purple men burning

slows the pace feel the race the sensation known as rotation

a fixed point bleeding from us all

a mixed feeling portraying the morning star.



-Gwant

(crackle)

Behind Eyes

Innocence lost?

All men reveal as the moon cries out from the shadows of the sun; infants at best.

Wide eyed and scared shitless. Audacity, a fools's only scape.

No mask is older than time!

Stars, scars, mars,

never had a voice.

Mimes.

Hear it calling far off, whisper of wind.

Breath the sobering air of freedom, whisked away by the rolling tides of esctacy.

Lost? Found! Not Guilty.

-Ryan

31

when will heaven come to visit me? anytime of no time? in no form of any form? no day of any week?  when can i stop? cease and desist myself?

when am i clean?--when i am a Police Woman?

member of a congregation?

old man thumping preist? --reaper of men.

will i ever be clean enough to strut through heaven's gates?

the twisted, barbed wire ceiling--

blood in my hair.

trying to trespass on Divine property.

God. Almighty. Jehovah.

Father of the virgin's child.

protector of the weak

downtrodden

heroin whores of all the world.

when will your atonement come to stay at my house?

Zeitgiest: Addendum

By Jordan Maxwell

"The more you begin to investigate what we think we understand, where we came from, what we think we’re doing; the more you begin to see we’ve been lied to. We’ve been lied to by every institution. What makes you think for one minute that the religious institution is the only one that’s never been touched? The religious institutions of this world are at the bottom of the dirt. The religious institutions in this world are put there by the same people who gave you your government, your corrupt education, who set up your international banking cartels; because our masters don’t give a damn about you or your family. All they care about is what they have always cared about and that’s controlling the whole damn world."

 

"We have been misled away from the true and divine presence in the universe that men have called God. I don’t know what God is but I know what he isn’t. And unless and until you are prepared to look at the whole truth and wherever it may go, whoever it may lead to — if you want to look the other way or if you wanna play favorites, then somewhere along the line you’re gonna find out you’re messing with divine justice. The more you educate yourself, the more you understand where things come from the more obvious things become and you begin to see lies everywhere. You have to know the truth and seek the truth and the truth will set you free."

what is to break? to be broken? to fall out into nothingness, or to be strangled by Stranger in a Friend mask, cloaked by illusions of love, imagined god, epitome of eternal beauty in a gross world? i have had visions of falling in and out of smoke clouds breathed from a thousand burning trees in California, where there is no life to catch me. because they are dying, and because i am invisible. they are screaming in their caps of orange flame, crying to the sky for pity. pleading to the god unknown to all but wild things and wild souls.  they are wallowing in their earthen beds. they are aflame. they are illuminated.

the light is beautiful, i realize, as i touch the first limbs of the furnace. my bones are hot irons, now that sear my transparent flesh, cooking insides; glowing skeleton; Halloween display hanging from the corner of an elderly couple's porch, swaying in the wind as children, frightened and nervous, slowly climb the wooden steps to the door.  glow-in-the-dark bones dancing in the night air, as i dance in fire. one, embracing the moving; the other, the forever unmoving. stillness and death. but there is no death for me in imaginings. i continue to fall, through smoke and flame, and trees. down to where the sky begins again, because there is no end in all things. because i have never really been broken. even in thought. there is no mercy in matter.

-OPHELIA

Baptism by Death

Witness the half-wit aloofness of our sun; center of the world. Fully or barely aware of the fact, but aware nonetheless. Bathing in love and grattitude, however circumstancial. Lusting for glamour and fame, all the more futile. With closet regret, the wise know what they can not wish to forget; we will remain ignorant. Bound by the chord of gravity, timelessly orbiting, circling; running away aimlessly. Never to stray from the only light we know. What sorrowfull pity, the wasted hope of liberation.

-Ryan