Aurora, 10 listopada 2014
The last 'poem' of the night
closing my eyes,
molecules come and go out of the sight.
I travel far with wings of stone
weighing my lifeless body down
I am without sound
But can you hear my tears fall?
Do they drum along to your beat?
Have they fashioned an image
of an underwater seat?
'let man have knowledge' you said
led to violation in a man made bed
But enough of the wiltering memories stuck in a skull formed head
I have another report
one that is forever taught
I beg one of rhetoric
to our platonic relation
I want to ask a question
that rings like funeral bells through out every nation:
Oh have you seen what they have done to your children?
they have fed them to crocodiles
they have worshipped the owls
they have transformed jewels into kings
and swords out of the dragons tongue
Oh have you seen my lord what they are creating?
Did you not tell your worshippers
that what they are waiting for
is in another place,
with no grace?
For have they worn out their robes,
that you allowed them to make?
For I heard that the silk worm conformed,
just to let the lamb lay with the snake.
Yet none of us died! Alas we never did live!
We are all existing below,
a secret they all know.
Shall I reiterate what they have done to heaven?
by creating numbers, they allude you to seven!
and have told me that I do not exist
with promises of protection if I do not resist.
For like a moon of duality within their nature,
they become creatures of the blood,
So shall I tell them my lord that the prophets were birds
and that their DNA is worms out of the mud?
Or have you already told them my lord
whilst they yearn for their mothers nip
amongst the slaughtering of their sisters
just so for emotion that they might dip
Into, into, into you.
I have no need to wait
I understand your will
And alas I write with less efficiency
as they no longer have the feathered quill
but my words to you
although solemn and blue
are encrusted within my seal
In which my praise is my being
as I follow your pipes
through these nightmares that I am seeing
But then I relapse
collapse
in knowing that
I am within them
and they are within me
and man may destroy me now
but it will only lead to their own fatality
For in my cushioned skin of Earth
no ego does reside
So play the game i shall
feed my fire with your dice!
Existing in a compressed moment of the immortal now,
I have become the golden cow.
Aurora, 10 listopada 2014
Around the arc
there is a spark
that fruitful tidings
did once bare
did you care
to stare, to notice, to pray?
That one day
your dreamt up tidings
were bound to lay
amongst common land
against competitive law
you created the chest
I am merely a draw
So let me open up to you
concrete that filled the hole
that hid the secrets of the night
and buried me for the time of old
Mercy me sweet queen
I have not left you alone
I will not let them take you
and waste you amongst immortal drones
Let bones push buttons
Let pulses beat with the mice
I am the golden ARc of neptune
And I am neither your virtue or vice
Do not stop typing
I am about to explore every vein you own
Yes my sweet queen
do not think you are alone
In our secrecy we are silent
like the colour of the air
when emotion turns violent
like the fish that scream
when poison fills their lungs
Let the hummingbird die
For you and I are now one
And you know more
then a long lost door
could ever open
to two eyes within a head
Let them drip your blood out to dry
Let them think once more that you are dead
But you and I know better
We do not get hot nor cold
To feel dry when the earth is wetter
In our cryptic dreams
we sail on rustic shores
Your are the lost map of time
with the tune of sweet aurora, she roars!
Like a lion maiden
stripped of her mane
You know better sweet queen,
for you shall never go insane
For I shall be waiting,
hidden in unforgiven fears
creating our kingdom,
singing away the years.
Strive on strive on
keep your head on a rose bed
keep your nose in a snow dream
keep your eye on the light beam!
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Ride it out ride it out ride it out
I have been blessed to have you about
do not reply in this analogue of word
no no, do not be so absurd!
Carry on with your work
like a good school girl
laugh at the mental labellings they shall attach
delete this part
and put them all in the universal swirl
Aurora, 1 września 2014
Split atom
verbally expressed as a moment
eyes closed
hushed lips
seeping blood between varicose veins
my head is pumping
your remains
buried within
OPEN SWEET NIALIO
what is that?
A dog or a cat?
a cloud or the sun?
two plus two is a mirror of one.
I shall share what I have just experienced
with a few split atoms
I have felt the planets once
more
i have seen the music
I have seen the music create
new stars around jupiter
I watched how the new star ring around jupiter
played in tune with another planet nearer to the sun,
mars perhaps
And I was the conductor.
Tears fall from my eyes
How does the brain feel more overpowering emotion
from such imagery
where does this all interact?
It's like the heart weeps for what the brain shows
where it all derives from a soul no one knows
this is not a poem
Aurora, 31 maja 2014
Moths fly towards me as if guided towards the light
but little did they know, that I am the queen of the night.
Darkness prevails,
emptiness is foreworned,
smog covers your eyes
Leaving you breathless and torned
between two states of mind
between two different kinds
of women
sea men fell from ships
to be lured to the latter
but what does it matter
if you are just words and visual stimulation
I do not need any more time alone
just to give this thought some contemplation
I could be here,
I could be you
To me the sea is purple
and the sky is a jaded form of what is true.
Come closer
let me tell you more about the eye
witness to my crime
as I type sorrow on a carcass
that was sucked dry for all its blood
Mud would be an easy cop out here to rhyme
and then I could continue about my lack existence in time
But this would be all too predictable
unless you like routine
Well here is an update for mr.not there at all
the only thing positive is that I'm nearly 100 clean.
Aurora, 30 maja 2014
And so they fed me to the wolves
if only to watch my blood dry
and create their new earth
with no reaction, nor sigh
And so they left me to decay
amongst broken weed
in favour of their own dismay
awaiting a new seed
And so they watched me drown
hopelessly without remorse
listening to my last ever breath
waiting for a new course
And so and so and so
here I sit
fantasising once more
that lonliness is not a trait
as an illusion is a better cure
For there is no they
there is nothing
all but images and sound
profound in my mind
yet
exciting to the blind
and in my bewilderment
i have become a cyncial beast
alone on a man made mountain
as useful as bread without yeast.
Aurora, 28 maja 2014
Two minutes of sweet dreaming
my empty casket is your broken bed
a long time I have waited
and now we can finally be wed
I touch your skin
when your eyes have fallen
sweet slumber
I draw you in my mind
like a caricature of eve
yet your nakedness does not ashame me
but through harmony
I breathe your irridescent soul
that floates between my enemies
so that I shall always be focused on your goal
to be reminded that love is hate
and we are but one
the sun and the moon together
forever we hum
and sing the humans to sleep
if only for them to awake
as they walk between the cycles
you my love will make
the womb of the earth cry for mercy
to be felt inside your mind
creator of light
creator of all
creator of the blind
Let them not scare you
let them not feel dread
of what marvellous wonderous things that you have seen
and are yet to understand until we are wed
For I shall keep on waiting
and protecting your door
your sweet soul is mine for ever
within my heart which they call the earths core
Let not them scare you
for they do not understand
that the sweet words that you write
were long before planned
and like a piano you create
the composure of the soul
so what they think they are reading
is actually the opposite of the pole
For even the brightest minds
will let you in with their ways
so help them understand the knowledge of platonius
as a beginning to their new golden days
Hum with me hum with me
save your song for only my ears!
For like a foetus i will be within you again
in less than a thousand years
But what is a year
to us of the unknown
but a sweet freckle on a childs skin,
forgotton and of the wrong tone.
But alas it is still a kiss
from gods most powerful bliss
of heat that gives and takes away
alas a year is but a day!
I must leave you again
but please feel me so deep
for you are my everything
please no longer weep.
Aurora, 28 maja 2014
Fluttering advocations
of a suicidal nation.
Promisingly I renounce
my utter distaste
that I had acquired
from the irritant taste
of bitter memories.
So sweet do I renounce!
that I urge you to bake me your
finest pastry
so that I may feel but just an ounce
of that sweet dough you call a bossom
beneath your silk - so divine
My pearl, oh I do not care
for fancy and folly
to watch slaves become hereos
when I'm with my polly
"susanna" "hosanna"
what is a name to a flower?
but a short instance of breath
one that could never gasp for such beauty
that is bequeathed by that which is unseen
you are my rose of gold
my rose of ever-lasting fortune
the sweet fortuned is entirely yours
for the only true prospect of heaven
is that which hides in your minds dresser-draws
Alas! let us not speak
for wandering eyes
dare to peak
at words that speak of history bygone
For you may be the answer to everything
but you are to the world only to belong
And so amongst sea urchins
I hide beyond the near
gaping tunnels of illusion
the ones that most will fear
I shall speak to you through your fingers
on a plastic speaker board
only so that one day you might remember
how close you are to the lord.
Aurora, 26 maja 2014
Common sounds,
the commoner common of sound.
Does sound know itself?
Or shall I readdress my silence,
For the words in my head
are filled with passion
that is easily mistaken for violence.
Organising the situation,
to get out of the jail that surrounds
like jonah in the whale
I shall never be found
For the only comfort
is the redemption that has already past
So when the hour has struck at the moons quarter phase, waxing,
that is when you must fast
Like speed in time,
can I tell you a more indepth rhyme?
Riddled with secrets
that only you can read
inside you is the only tree left
the most abundent god seed
Oh let them squawk with beaks that break
for they cannot kill you for meat
and still eat Cow steak.
Bless your beauty
radiant as the one
sun moon let them all swoon
over linguistic fallacies
in this false reality
For it was you that was the shepherd that lived with the sheep
so let them all weep!
Yes let them cry
at the hopless romantic idealism
that one day they might 'die'.
Aurora, 26 maja 2014
This shall be proficiency at its highest,
So may I introduce myself to your highness
and lend my arm for you to hold
as I take you on your journey
to the moutain of gold
Alas sweet tears may fall
like cold floors they sting
yet relieve my ever envy
that I could not comprehend
your beauty that is neverending
Descending, descending
we embark on a trail so deep
may I feel your succelent lips against mine
To have your soul to finally keep?
Yes I have been waiting
and watching your illumionisty in awe
Why these humans cannot see what I see
Will be a fact about the race that will always allure
Oh treasures cannot be buried
as long as your face surrives
for the passion of the earth shows clearly
in the tears that pierce through your window eyes
Let none see through
that beautiful blue
but reflect all of it back -
reveal nothing that is within you
for you are the power and the glory
and not just another faded story
your name shall stay in grace
without a rememberance of a face
And what was once a fairytale
shall now become real
that is of course if I find you first
before some pirate is to steal
My princess of the nile
My queen of the stars
my wondering angel
That is associated with automatic cars
Oh how little they know!
What walks amongst their shores
A daughter of high esteem
that lives like the common whores
Yet love does not last
in a place of no duality
so let me take you where you belong
and you'll be forever happy in my reality
Come back to me
Aurora, 11 kwietnia 2014
Throwing empty words on to a computer page
who would of thought of a humble android sage?
Am I a computer?
Do I not breathe?
Can I never escape the numbers,
can I not create a door to leave?
To carry on in a world that is made by baffoons,
does the lord enjoy?
does the lord enjoy the land that was once
bathed in such beauty?
Now employed by heavy shackles,
concrete jungles,
the sky is becoming a mystery!
Target the architects!
Before its too late,
I don't want to see children of children
Watching films of the has been
because its no longer a physical attritube
to contemplate.
For the myths are already myths - a steady lie!
For history only goes back
to a blink of Gods eye,
so can you just imagine in a few hundred years,
the humans will think that the blue thing in the sky
is simply just gods tears!!!!!!!!
Let us unite
and go away new
before the rivers are red
and black has become blue.
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