To stop on sight, a new reign of insight.
Fear by day, or fear by night,
The nightmare within, the evil ones stare.
Staring or glancing, to the left or to the right,
Bleeding the blood of pure evil, and testing its might.
Seeing fair to insight without true spite.
Denying the glance, yet seeing its will.
Stone the sea, equal to eternity,
As evil travels the beat of the trail.
Following the homeless street, above the rail.
Evils lair is visited, by the duality beyond.
Echocing the ripples, of a street seen too often.
Hiding within a lair, where two can be one.
An endless progression, where thought had begun.
Silent by day, but unhindered to none.
Into the universe, to evil takes fight.
The cloak of death strangles time, but holds an opinion too tight.
The skin sweet, the fresh smell of youth.
Pain with the cruel gripe, the lesson of denied life.
Moaning in the myst, the cloak of desire.
Finding a notion, to revist its smouldering past.
Fanning the evil beyond, ending its echos.
A neverending quest, to know but know not.
Beset on stolen pariah, why not devour soul,
Doth thoust have the knowledge,
Vagabonds wine is sweeter when on the edge.
Parallels entwine on the neverending quest.
Walking a distance, dreaming your past,
Amplyfing an idea, or denying a guess.
Questioning your sanity, connecting your knowledge.
Exponentially merging, the difference between none and a mess.
So Evil shatters the thought and spans conscience.
Looking upon the trillion interaction fears.
And his sun shone sable, like oblivion in the wier.
Such is the infistismal, on naive consciousness.
Parabels or parabalism, selflessness or regret.
Shattering a belief, with a succession of words,
Consciousness eradicated, our reality a tent.
Not altering your knowledge, but grating your desire.
Oblivious to the outcome, or direction you ferment.
To the earthbound, this atonement classified,
Endless or beginningless, nightmares and dreams.
Blissfullness, interfenences, torments and screams.
Life, death nil the forum their souls fried.
Spiritual nexus, on the endless quest,
How to go left, a test, a vest, intoxifying.
Nomenclating, formulating, yet structureless.
Sycnopating the rythem of oblivion,
A Point of an ideogram.
Seeing an atom in a picture
To see with your own eyes,
Like smallness of first candle light.
In the smallness of a dark evil long forgotton.
Such the ying and yang, the yang of the ying.
Death inhale sweetness and spews torren
But the ying, yangs dimensional devours alloted.
Magnifying a picture, or just the problem at hand.
The repeativness of boredom, or a plan to misunderstand.
Filling a gap with nothingness, or something more than nothing.
Meaning, direction, focus, or experience.
A constant craving, and a singularity too grand.
Sacrifice to Utilize
3 x 4 Lines each ... Goo/Brad rewritten mixing stanzas evenly below,
1 x question on line 4 of each 4 line stanza.
Begat they honor, beget all that thy forget,
Begin from your beginning, and end your story of debate.
Entering the void, of question and answer,
Where is the source, and what is the cancer ?
History foretells unfettered torments in hell's,
Betraying the thought of all, but at any cost for loss.
The sheltering of deep nothiness, darkness embracing,
Could it be just a nuclues of a humanity faking ?
If knowing is to ponder, then beginning is to stop.
Reaching the vertex, or the complexities of the arc.
Stepping carefully back, to grasp what was lost.
Portraying the direction, can meaning give lesson ?
Angst against, punk against, gothic against,
The sub-burban waste against,shaped into ranks.
Termed for a spell in the beuracratic hell.
What number to be, and where can one scream ?
The facets of the objective, or the acquaintance beyond.
That has begun, stops short, denied foretales.
Beneath the height of the searchable,
The sacrificial chamber of direction is asked ?
Through passages made, to make mazes cradle to grave.
Paths blockaded, lost in a cryptic independancy.
So be-th the individual to begat idolistic eletism.
Ask then, when were we to begin to utilize for sacrifice ?
New Rules (5 lines per person)
Subtext this as the noble fringe of the nexus.
A matrix beyond the transition of national solution.
The next trick prescribed an epidemicus of evolution.
Coolth doth insight utter in the semblance of pretaining.
Except within the cold blooded murderer of reigning.
The origin still holds tight, its conjective point of view,
If beyond then between, if between then not unseen.
Plaguing the nobility, evolving with understanding,
The balance is clear, the misunderstandng to fear,
Segregating existance, the egotism to prey.
Poetry has the permission to build what is unseen.
Does not one hear the intone of speech or of spirit.
For a soul is a soul, as doth a soul does.
Beset a choice upon the light, or within dark.
And now the choice contemplates in the now, of unknown.
Creating the bridge, between text and that lived,
To sidestep within, underlines the strength of the kin.
Maybe the soul is to become, but the choice is undone,
To become true to that denied, the light and dark amplify.
Unknown in the now, tomorrow will always be found for the dreamer.
