Within the reach of kings
Touched by the tainted
Fuelled by cult and obsession
The web of lies expands
Spinning in to oblivion
I thought of you
But you didn’t return the favour
Preferring to spin another lie
An obvious deception
Leaving me with the question
Where is the fruit I was promised?
My tears become a storm
A rage I can barely handle
Pushing to the brink
Of self control
It’s in my soul
This world that you created
Distanced from the real
A parasitical disaster
Sucking at my thoughts
Draining life from what is pure
Building in a system
That is becoming
Immune to your poison
These brittle little cogs
In the delusional machine
Have left the future
Far behind them
To drown in hails
Of primal screams
What of their youth?
What of their dreams?
What of the stigma
They create
With their ignorance and folly
And their whiny little traits
Just let them run
Towards the cliff
Let them believe
That they can fly
And the future maybe saved
From this breed of breathing lies
Disregard the surrounding chaos
Just focus on those mischievous eyes
There is a plan behind them
Where grey and white is all that matters
Where sparks bridge the void
With all the duality of an oculus
A third eye peers out from deep inside
Reaching and receiving in equal measures
Beyond the actions and reactions of feelings
And their poor judgement
“Knowledge is power if you know how to keep a secret. Be wise and know when it is time to be the forth monkey. You can observe, discuss and listen but do not take action unless the secret is out.”
Her eyes
A glance from the void
A taste of infinity
Hypnotically deep
Holding within
A hint of divination
A memory to keep
Within the hidden arenas
Of the subconscious
“Once you had my blood removed from your womb, you placed yourself beyond redemption.”
A master of perception
Writing lines between the lines
Observing, absorbing, filtering
Before drawing conclusions
Like blood from the vein
Precisely, timed, focused
The essence of the all
Taken
One step at a time
The clock struck midnight as the two candles were lit. One for the future and the other for days gone by. A silent lady was present with a scroll and brush in one hand and a long flaming match in the other. The orange flames from the candles and match illuminated three small porcelain dishes upon which were neatly piled three pigments: black, red and white. A forth dish sat apart upon which the silent one placed the burning match so that it could burn to its end.
The scroll and brush were then placed on the floor in such a manner that they formed the Roman numeral V with the three dishes at its summit.
The lady then rose and turned on the spot, making her long white dress sway and the candles flicker. Stepping forward she faded in to darkness as a second lady came forth from it and knelt before the scroll and brush.
In her hands were two pieces of wood carved into the shape of serpents. The one in her left hand was painted black with purple eyes and the one in her right hand was painted white with crimson eyes. She unrolled the scroll and placed a serpent on either side so that the scroll remained open and flat on the floor. She rose, turned and a third lady shadowed past her holding a crystal bowl of water between her hands.
She placed the bowl opposite the dish upon which lay the now spent match and thus completed the symmetry of the objects before her. With the exception of the brush which was laying next to the black serpent. She picked it up with her left hand, dipped it in the bowl of water and with sharp and fast strokes wrote upon the scroll. Then, closing her eyes. She reached out to the pigments, clenched a handful of the first one she felt then threw it on the scroll. With her eyes remaining closed she lay down the brush, gently felt for the serpents and with the tips of her fingers pushed them apart. The scroll sprung back in to its cylindrical shape and she softly sighed knowing that she must remain still until both candles had reached their end.
Fire or water
One in the same
From the scars on the mountain
To the warmth of the flame
