Submissions by slayer69
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I hate Bi-Polar, it's awesome!
Ayahuasca
Drying eyes, I'm flying blind, but I see with my third eye.
Naked pain as my vanity gets stripped away and I transcend into consciousness.
Bitter taste invades as I spew up geometric fractals of reality.
A dimensional shift, a paradigm shattered, love vibrates through every cell.
A blissful centre, where energies flirt and symbols manifest.
The magic man walks among us, witnessing the transformation of intrinsically connected souls.
Downloading truth, reveals the weakness of the lie. Tyranny can no longer prevail.
Minds opened forever, can you hear the sound of...
Naked pain as my vanity gets stripped away and I transcend into consciousness.
Bitter taste invades as I spew up geometric fractals of reality.
A dimensional shift, a paradigm shattered, love vibrates through every cell.
A blissful centre, where energies flirt and symbols manifest.
The magic man walks among us, witnessing the transformation of intrinsically connected souls.
Downloading truth, reveals the weakness of the lie. Tyranny can no longer prevail.
Minds opened forever, can you hear the sound of...
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The Search
Happiness lives in the moments between each breath,
it's our connection to the divine, the stillness where the wind can't follow.
It's the essence of every blade of grass that sits atop the soil and stands to attention beneath the beauty of majestic trees. It can sometimes seem to be nothing more than a jaded dream or a path we have to follow to attain its splendour.
It's the truth that lies dormant in the plight of humanity and all conscious creation.
Rocking back and forth from our internal and external worlds, constantly forgetting and remembering that our manifested...
it's our connection to the divine, the stillness where the wind can't follow.
It's the essence of every blade of grass that sits atop the soil and stands to attention beneath the beauty of majestic trees. It can sometimes seem to be nothing more than a jaded dream or a path we have to follow to attain its splendour.
It's the truth that lies dormant in the plight of humanity and all conscious creation.
Rocking back and forth from our internal and external worlds, constantly forgetting and remembering that our manifested...
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Introspective
I can recognise the rune stones journey from the shamans perfectly random cast, for I have travelled this mystic plane before and I am struck with the strangest sense of déjà vu. It's a feeling, a seventh sense that departs my physical body quicker than it came, as if my brain dismisses it's very existence in order to focus on what it can calculate and decode. I'm left in a strange state of animated perplexity, like a mad scientist trying to iron out the kinks and focus on a quantum enigma of energy that can not be seen, except from within, through an initiates eyes.
I recognise the...
I recognise the...
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Ego to Enlightenment
I'am
The brave defender of the Xenophon universe, keeper of peace and creator of time in the neutron galaxy.
I'am
A silver comet of purpose, bringing light through the walls of the fabric of our reality.
I'am the
Lust of Aquarius shooting a bright violet sexual energy towards a genitally aroused populace.
I'am
Fading the separateness of Capricorn into an accepted infidel of the 13.
I'am
Peering through gravity's enslavement and feasting on the energy of an awakening world.
I'am
Playing hide and seek with hope...
The brave defender of the Xenophon universe, keeper of peace and creator of time in the neutron galaxy.
I'am
A silver comet of purpose, bringing light through the walls of the fabric of our reality.
I'am the
Lust of Aquarius shooting a bright violet sexual energy towards a genitally aroused populace.
I'am
Fading the separateness of Capricorn into an accepted infidel of the 13.
I'am
Peering through gravity's enslavement and feasting on the energy of an awakening world.
I'am
Playing hide and seek with hope...
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Riddle
Deep beneath this facade of hatred,
underneath this skin and bone.
Lives a man who's love lays dormant,
he's a man who bares his soul.
Far above pain and torment,
far above deceit and lies.
Lives a girl who's love is abundant,
she's a girl with the purest eyes.
Baby don't you know I'm the bitterest pill you could swallow.
Just to tilt your head back would mean no tomorrow.
There's a riddle hidden deep in my hollow.
If you venture there no one would follow.
Kiss my green heart centre
Be sucked into the vortex
Avoid my...
underneath this skin and bone.
Lives a man who's love lays dormant,
he's a man who bares his soul.
Far above pain and torment,
far above deceit and lies.
Lives a girl who's love is abundant,
she's a girl with the purest eyes.
Baby don't you know I'm the bitterest pill you could swallow.
Just to tilt your head back would mean no tomorrow.
There's a riddle hidden deep in my hollow.
If you venture there no one would follow.
Kiss my green heart centre
Be sucked into the vortex
Avoid my...
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Lucid Dreaming
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When Aya calls
My feet stand wearily in puddles of denial, as I bite off the edges of the truth. Only allowing myself to see small fragments of the whole picture.
So afraid of what I may become when I'm free, that attempting to feel the present becomes a fantasy. Just like being becomes a fantasy.
I long to escape the captivity of duality and ascend back toward the light, but this vessel no longer serves either master, caught between two simple choices; Beginning to live , or beginning to die.
My rebirth I feel is long overdue and I sit in the womb of time longing only for the purity of your...
So afraid of what I may become when I'm free, that attempting to feel the present becomes a fantasy. Just like being becomes a fantasy.
I long to escape the captivity of duality and ascend back toward the light, but this vessel no longer serves either master, caught between two simple choices; Beginning to live , or beginning to die.
My rebirth I feel is long overdue and I sit in the womb of time longing only for the purity of your...
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No forest is ever full of light
I don't recognise the you that
whispers to me in the darkness.
However your scent recognises me
as it sticks to and stains my nostrils.
It Separates my senses, allows me to
see only my ego and me as a puzzle with missing pieces.
The poison secretes a control frequency through my muscles.
My third eye is bombarded with bloody graphic scenes of potential victims.
That Which makes for a very sated miscrit
parasite getting drunk off my fear and need for retribution.
Only my idea of adequate may be a little...
whispers to me in the darkness.
However your scent recognises me
as it sticks to and stains my nostrils.
It Separates my senses, allows me to
see only my ego and me as a puzzle with missing pieces.
The poison secretes a control frequency through my muscles.
My third eye is bombarded with bloody graphic scenes of potential victims.
That Which makes for a very sated miscrit
parasite getting drunk off my fear and need for retribution.
Only my idea of adequate may be a little...
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The Golden Ratio
Light feeds light
through a geometric spiral.
Constantly adopting
and transmuting information.
Simultaneous reactions
from chemical interactions
cause a biological form,
all formed from a thought.
A subatomic field,
a safety net called inertia
prevents a separation
of consciousness
and a flickering hologram
becomes our physical world.
An ocean of life,
living and dying,
being recycled
following the script of time.
Death is an evolvement of spirit
while life is the lesson.
All answers lie within...
through a geometric spiral.
Constantly adopting
and transmuting information.
Simultaneous reactions
from chemical interactions
cause a biological form,
all formed from a thought.
A subatomic field,
a safety net called inertia
prevents a separation
of consciousness
and a flickering hologram
becomes our physical world.
An ocean of life,
living and dying,
being recycled
following the script of time.
Death is an evolvement of spirit
while life is the lesson.
All answers lie within...
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An artificial symbiosis ( television and man)
Phantasmagorical images invade my mind
and cause me to paint millions of pictures per second.
Frame by frame they invade and decode
into beasts, monsters, blood and fucking.
Sex and violence unite like an alchemist
has created a fusion of conflicting energies
and unleashed it on the world.
Neurones, drunk on this new
chaotic disharmony, communicate confusion
and I neuro transmit to every cell in my body
"I am a slave"
"I am a slave"
"I am a slave"
All because I turned on the television. ...
and cause me to paint millions of pictures per second.
Frame by frame they invade and decode
into beasts, monsters, blood and fucking.
Sex and violence unite like an alchemist
has created a fusion of conflicting energies
and unleashed it on the world.
Neurones, drunk on this new
chaotic disharmony, communicate confusion
and I neuro transmit to every cell in my body
"I am a slave"
"I am a slave"
"I am a slave"
All because I turned on the television. ...
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The Archon-Techs
Their dark shadows hidden in plain sight
cast a flawed wisdom upon us.
It is said they cannot create,
Only distort what already exists.
Archon-Techs of lies.
An ancient hate whispers it's intention
through our souls and we carry the dark
task unknowingly.
They are the ghosts of our past lives.
Archon-Techs of self destruction.
Parts of them are parts of us,
A knife in a maze of mirrors
could only kill ourselves.
Desperate for deliverance,
we cling to them with fear.
Archon-Techs of inversion.
Pushing me down...
cast a flawed wisdom upon us.
It is said they cannot create,
Only distort what already exists.
Archon-Techs of lies.
An ancient hate whispers it's intention
through our souls and we carry the dark
task unknowingly.
They are the ghosts of our past lives.
Archon-Techs of self destruction.
Parts of them are parts of us,
A knife in a maze of mirrors
could only kill ourselves.
Desperate for deliverance,
we cling to them with fear.
Archon-Techs of inversion.
Pushing me down...
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DEVOLUTION OF HUMANITY (THE INVERTED WORLD)
What if we could go back in time and spend a day in the lives of our primordial selves, where we could strip away all attachment to our so called evolved and civilised society and live not by the rules and control structures of programmed, cloned dictators, but with an understanding of natural harmony with all that is? Would we come to the conclusion that at this time in our history we were at the peak of human evolution? Are we in fact at a period in our cycle where we are experiencing devolution? It’s not such a bold assumption to state that we live in a world where everything has become a...
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