Posts Tagged ‘shadow’

The Math
(Written on June 5, 2016)

So the sky fell into the dark days
So the road turned into a swerve way
And the mirage of the divine
Turned your beverage back from wine.

Such a perfect picture of disenchantment
When the wolves hide within the sheep
And though now you’re blinded by this excitement
Pray to God this doesn’t drag you in too deep.

If the result doesn’t add up with the numbers
There’s something certainly wrong with the formula
When fire weeps sound like roaring thunder
Then the conic section is an ellipse instead of a hyperbola.

So it was written a long time ago
But we were encouraged to believe so
When the devil talks like a Deity
We tend to turn our faith into absurdity.

Such a deceptive way to be captured
When our wounds become compulsion
And though then we waited on for the rapture
We decided that this was true absolution.

If the result doesn’t add up with the numbers
There’s something certainly wrong with the formula
When fire weeps sound like roaring thunder
Then the conic section is an ellipse instead of a hyperbola.

I’ve heard the voice of the devil
And he sings like the sweetest thing
I’ve seen the deep roots of evil
And they look like the most heavenly beings.

So when the waters rise soon to drown
We still will never learn the line needed to be drawn
For the greatest fear’s being taken for granted
But we again ignored it for the sake of feeling wanted.

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33rd (AAIGA) (Part 1)
(Written on September 10, 2016)

The number of days that took for the resurrection
Is cloned twice in your degree and scribed on your ring
And by the time they wake up for the insurrection
You’ve signed on our foreheads and owned everything.

The number of the fiend is of that of this humanity
The faux minister certainly won’t preach about God
They feed on the chaos caused by continuous calamity
Cause the fallouts of the afterlife’s one thing they forgot.

This is a mate ceremony presented to the Great Architect
Offering progenies to be swallowed by the likes of Moloch
Cause the real symbols here are all about the mathematics
It was a bet made back when the spiritual battle was unlocked.

So when the alchemists disguised themselves as scientists
That’s when the witchcraft became the mother of cunning
The slithering being curled on a cane, denoting the evident
The obelisks erected must’ve given us the signs of a warning.

Séance
(Written on May 20, 2016)

My demon is laying here
Singing lullabies about my fears
Gently pushing my head down
Simply waiting for me to drown.

But this wasn’t part of the deal
My dreams were supposed to become real
And here you have me begging again for support
But you’re chocking me with your umbilical cord.

Oh, Lucifer, the superstition in my head
Why can’t I be part of your master plan?
Oh, Baal Zebu, the lord of façade
Why do you keep crushing me in the palm of your hands?

Cause I keep turning to you once more rejected
Cause you know I’m just a junkie and I’m addicted
And if my blood is worthless for you, then give it back!
You’ll return me to my life and we’ll break up the pact.

Décollation et Ax
(Written on June 1, 2016)

Here you have come
To return me where I belong
To the fire and brim
And the odium that streams
As it was written before
For the sanction and lore
To the divine infinity
And any other impossibility.

Here we are now
We’ve survived this somehow
To the steel and the stone
The ridge of the flesh and the bone
As it was once foretold
For the stick in the mud of the mold
To the one opposable
And any other one immutable.

Saviors and angels
Any kind of Theo-co-existence
To any other angle
Anything that comes as persistent;
Necromancers of the past
Gather up to raise your glass
Obstructing all that resurfaces
Obscuring all that’s polymorphous.

There’s a lot of “old” poetry that I’ve never posted. I’m gonna try to post some of them in this blog. Here’s the first of ten poems I’m thinking of posting.

Omnes Opus
(Written on May 31, 2016)

Give it up, give it up
The stone is in the way
And you need the angle
Turn it up, turn it up
To meek is to betray
Every one, every single.

Seal it with the scarlet dagger
Before the scarlet letter gets to you
Seal it down like no other
Before it all caughts up with you.

Seal it with the number seven
Before the nine catches up to you
Seal it until they are all even
Parallel to the one mirroring you.

Omnes opus
I’m ready for the transmutation
Oh, Father Levi
I’m ready for this transhumanism.

Something a bit different…

Darker Self

I want you to be perplexed by the mystery shrouded in me
I want you to be in awe by every move, every action I make
I’m the enigma painted in neon blood, signed by my tongue
I am the “no” that every-one else wishes to be, I am that no one.

Sold my soul to the devil for the taste of the virgins’ lips
I will lie to my teeth, straight to your face, in order to achieve this
I’m the demon that crawls in the walls of your head when you sleep
I’m that thought that “can’t be true” but against all odds really exists.

I’m an angel, fallen from heaven, but not by choice
I am the scream of all the raging people without a voice
I’m the deal that will surely sign ‘cause I’m the inviting door
That will lead you through a life of Glory like nothing before.

I am the darkness, I am the betrayal, I am the Hollywood picture
I’m what Carl Jung greatly desired, what God told in Eden not to
I’m the drugs, I’m the party, I am the love you wish to have from others
You can always call me one minute past 3:32, but after that, don’t even bother.

Inarticulate Jumble

You never read my words
Unless they’re arrows aiming at your pride
I find it to be pretty absurd
Having to rip your chest like that, out wide.

You feel like saliva in my drink
Sometimes I wish I wouldn’t even touch that cup
Words dig deeper as they sink
You read on my riddles, trying to figure what’s up?

Insults are disguised as praises
Not wise enough to slip it in any other way
Obstacles always come in phases
But this one has stayed since before yesterday.

You never read my words
Unless they’re axes chopping off your head
I find it all straying inwards
When I hurt myself, I make another feel dead.

You feel like smudge on my mirror
Sometimes I hate this face I am wearing in here
Words cannot describe the horror
Can you figure out between lines all of this fear?

I’m the viable vial to poison you
Not deep enough to make through and through
Temptations call upon our names
But I know this one is the one that put us to shame.

I’ll tear your skin and put it over me
As I tore out my heart to make you understand
‘Cause words they cross to make it all unintelligible
Where no reason for reasoning can truly land.

‘Cause my words are inarticulate jumble
That you have no time at all to figure out
I wish that in my pride I was more humble
Yet in your ignorance you won’t know what it’s all about.