dementias nonscence

youre filling in with so many frequencies
try to adjust so that it comes with ease
notes bound us to our new found
dementia
relative individualisms choice to reflect
lunacy is sanity
evolve that empathicly
born in a world that when choices grow
throws you on a path thats long and narrow
take a reciet cause yah just bought another day
to wunder again
what would happen if you could evaporate
reinstate anarchy
to that degree of the nature of beauty

changing channels
scattering animal
subconscious fragments
cosmogonies vagrant

wrote nonscence before sciences concience
justiculating the absurd
she said an oath was word
impact the length you held on to honour

horizons of aphorisms

all is mind above or below
manifesting through the polarity of gender
vibrations corresponding to its rhythm
within or without

The all is mind
manifested through the priciple of gender
interaction influence
polarity is a spectrum of vibrations
everything vibrates

maya

so real of a fealing its decieving
leaving this body for a fealing

this one indefinable

realisticly reasonable

idealisticly beautiful

symbiotic social insanity

In an ocean of lights and mind
resembling an autistic child
a mothers comforting contact
with a familiar breath
watching you grow
is to see your satisfaction
evolving symbiosis

they

A schizophrenic world
of annexers and conquistars
salutations to a flag unfirled
common ground is its beauty
dystopia its sin
whats wrong if no one knows better
whats right if theres nothing left

my fellow executioner

some how you managed to run away
left your scent in the place where you were chained
i staired at the empty space
In the hopes that you would come back again
I slept with wispers from your cage
It wasnt enough to hear you wimper
had to open the door to pet your face

I stand this body is holy grounds
This fire creates the light that burns my eyes
My fellow executioner
your fate illuminates my soul
I stand on ground soaked in templars blood

we've got a cause for you to die for
this message is eschatalogical
its time to feed our creation
martyrs of softly spoken skin
play the battle of personal freedom
to take time from the regime