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Mar. 26th, 2008

12:16 am

feels about time for a new LJ again.  i have too much new energy to express it through this one any more.  I need a more solid vessel as a voice for all these bubbling ideas.  Look out for my friending of you.

Mar. 25th, 2008

01:36 am

I dont know what this thing is moving through me, but it can hurt. It can alienate me, it can drive people away that i love; it challenges me and tests me.  yet i would not give up its beauty for anything.  It is alive in me and eating its way out... i am very tired... my head hurts from so much energy moving through it, from all the new connections, all the busyness, all the productivity...  but at least what has been longing to be released from me for so long it finally coming out, whatever it may be.  It is quite beautiful, and is going to change things...

Mar. 23rd, 2008

02:36 am

just to let you all know, the revolution is coming, and will happen.  The form, however, will be very unexpected, for from no expected house cometh that child.  You may agree or disagree, but it will be here, and it will begin to move.  You can hop on board, or wait till later; but its inevitability is almost here.  So prepare yourself, however you wish.  You can hate me if you want, you can disagree with me; but it is just as futile to disagree with reality.  To disagree does not mean that you are right.  Truth is a function of nature, not of mankind. 

Enjoy.

Mar. 21st, 2008

07:35 pm

are you pro-life or anti-life?

12:19 am

the dream sets now,
a sun we both once shared.
down below those dark horizons.
scared and frightened,
yet gaining strength
I walk alone and in the dark
here were our paths parted.
Yet I will always feel you,
remember the vision we created,
the universe we gave birth to.
for my children I walk this path now
the child you gave me sight of.
I do now know where the love has gone,
but it has set now.
Not dead, but hidden.
and we shall walk,
separate ways,
through this dark
until once again the sun rises
and we may rejoice together
in joy and celebration
once again.

It all falls away, all the words,
all the strings of meaninglessness
and I see only the gems beneath,
a shining that i will always carry.
it is true what they say,
it is always the little things
you miss the most.
The way someone smells in the morning,
or those stupid jokes no one else laughs at.
musical faces.

I tuck these all away, keeping them safe from the ravages of time.    I pocket the treasures, the sparkling sprinkles left in your wake.  I hold on to the love, to the warm memories.  This pain is not what we are.  I feel distant from you, disconnected, and i look within myself and see something missing.  Only time will if our paths join again, and the spark rekindles at the first touch of the rays of the sun.  Cycles of three, in and out.  It has been almost exactly 3 years since that first wonderful day, which led me to here and where I am now.  Is this the end of this our book, or just a cliffhanging place to end the chapter?  If ever I see you again, and I mean truly see, I shall know the New Jerusalem has come; until that time of love when, in whatever form, our hearts might be reunited and laughter and merriment, I will know we have not reached that 5th kingdom.  whenever we return to the heart of the other, when we can lay this all at peace, I will know there is hope for all the world.  May you find what you need to heal, that we may be open, that you may be open, that you may nit be scared or frightened, but exuberant and free and happy.  May the light touch you and leave you are peace in yourself.  I love you so dearly, sweet fairy of the Night.

Mar. 20th, 2008

05:39 pm

The dalai lama is looking to talk with china about the current situation in Tibet.  He said 


"On our part, we remain committed to taking the Middle Way approach and pursuing a process of dialogue in order to find a mutually beneficial solution to the Tibetan issue."

I have so much respect for that man.  To be able to curb anger, to be able to look at another as someone with the same humanity he himself has, and to appeal to that takes true strength.  My hardest lessons for me have been to begin to see everyone in the same plight; that we are all and each of us human, struggling with all the problems of existing.  I feel I can learn a great deal from his message.  I am so tired of argument, so tired of disagreement.  I am reminded of the phrase "there is no bond that can unite the divided by love".  how can we ever expect to get along if we can not all respect each other as intelligent beings?  Discourse through mutual respect and compassion is the only way to resolve things; yet how many people are capable of true compassion, of seeing another as a human being having a human experience, just as we ourselves are?  How many people can take that step down from egoistic desires to be right, and learn to think about new things and new ideas in a clear light? Only when intelligent discourse is opened between the world can we expect to see healing begin for this planet.

I do not, of course, claim perfection; all i try to do is open up discourse in an attempt to bring together two universes, to share in that human experience with someone, to offer my views for consideration; I am not offended if someone disagrees with them, and I am happy to admit I may not be right, but I suppose I expect that others will give an ear to my thoughts as I do to theirs, and that others are just as willing as myself to look at things in different lights.  My ideas are not always user friendly, and can stir people up; the reality of the situation is not always fun to look at, but it may be the only thing which can set us free.  I think it may be the dogmatic adherance to any one idea or way which causes so much misunderstanding.

If china could look up from its ways, and see the Tibetans in a light of mutual respect, they may be able to resolve their differences; that China is accountable for its actions, and that perhaps in discussing the problems with civility and compassion a way around the destruction of the Tibetan culture may be found that become beneficial to all parties concerned.  It is such a shame what simple fundamentalist mindsets can do to people, especially when a man like the dalai lama is only asking to be able to talk.

If there is a revolution, it will be a quiet and compassionate one; it will not force, it will allow intelligent decision.  It will not be violent unless it is threatened in its fundamental nature, that is for it to live peacably as it so desires.  It will be a revolution of love, of bond, of Fellowship and respect for all its members.  I do not claim to have answers; all I have is a lot of questions, and some good ideas.  I do not know what is going on, but I do know I am responsible to do my best to make the world a better place to live in, and I am the only one that can decide what that means.  I am not out to convert, for there are plenty of people who are willing to help.  the only thing I do not appreciate is when people jump to conclusions.  everything is a lot more complicated that people give it credit for, and that it can take a lot of strength to admit that one may not know everything, and one may be wrong.

"this is our law; the law of the strong and the joy of the world."

let us sing praises together to the joy of existence; let each meeting be on of celebration, of creation, of exuberance and passion.  Without those things, all interactions are dead and sterile; there is no life where there is no feeling.

May we learn to resolve our ways without violence; and if violence is exerted, let those who seek for peace and freedom be those left standing; but there are never any victors, for the use of violence, aggression or hate is always a great loss, though at times is neccesary to defend those rights we cherish so dearly.

Mar. 19th, 2008

01:09 am

incoming transmission from heaquarters:
*this is cosmic no-coincidence department to field agents.  Go bother those kids down in peterborough.  Let them know things are happening exactly as they should.*

Way to creepy.

Mar. 18th, 2008

02:15 am

my whole life is unfolding before me, it seems.  Currents I set into motion years ago are coming back, amplified and harmonized.  It is as though all of my passions are coming into clarity; each aspect of myself is becoming subsumed in a greater Whole with such skill it is astounding.  Things I never thought mattered are making more and more sense, in a quite logical and intelligent way at that.  My ideas are actually making a difference; each one a bomb of magick, charged with intent, striking chords of thought and action.  As I put them out, new ones come in, building slowly but surely to greater horizons.  This is real revolution, real change, and it will work--- this establishes the intelligent alternative, the one that is not a contradiction to nature, but in harmony with her laws (or rather Law.  There is only one law.  All other are derivations.)  These ideas are enticing people, exciting people, shaking people; and the whole thing is one giant spell, everything that happens is consumed by it; it devours all things and makes it perfect like itself.

I wanted to design a revolution, and now I am getting the chance.  It is all in place; this summer is the beginning. I wanted 89 to build a conspiracy, and it is.  I dare no write any down, for it is so insidious and yet so perfect that we are surprised it hasnt been done before.  Its sheer simplicity is its very brilliance. The wheels are turning.

i am also realizing how powerful Magick is, true magick.  Aligning oneself with certain currents calls the most puisant forces.  We are going to spread OZ around Trent campus to prepare people even more.  The change it will cause will be great, especially linked to our wonderful little friend, and as we feed him attention, he grows bigger; he is the revolution, it would seem.  The arrow of Will, the plumes of Truth; it will take this corrupt system and turn it pure, like an alchemical elixer.  It will take their illusory paradise and make it real; it will take their fake money and turn it back into real goods.  It will be as the Philosophers Stone to the planet.  Many wide claims, yes; but they are not my own.  They belong to Aiwass and Therion.  It is truly them that have set it all ablaze; they have simply set us ablaze.


Many more people to network with, to meet; I am also much more sociable now, because I have purpose.  My interactions are to incite reaction, to incite revolution, to incite thought and seed the seeds of discontent (and to find some fellow Builders as well.)

I have purpose now, and it feels good.

Mar. 17th, 2008

09:11 pm

what does it mean when feelings keep bubbling up, not to be pushed aside?  How to heal wounds caused by pain and misunderstanding?  The most I can do is long outwards to infinite horizons and hope to one day find my beloved...

"i would rather
be ashes than dust!
i would rather
that my spark
should burn out
in a brilliant blaze,
than it should be
stifled by dry rot.
i would rather be
a suberb meteor,
every atom of me
in magnificent glow,
than a sleepy and
permanent planet.
the function of man
is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days
trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time."
-jack london

In and out, it breathes in unison.  I wish to fill this hole left behind.  To leave this past behind, to burn myself up in my lust for the infinite...

"The pain of division is as nothing and the joy of dissolution all."
"I am divided for loves sake, for the chance of union."
"There is division hither homewards; there is a word not known, all is not aught."

06:55 am

Nu Landscapes was officially born yesterday.
In to a T.O. to get a form signed for my late drop petition.
BOTA study group seems to be pretty cemented now.

Everything is finally coming to fruition.  I finally feel like years of toil, labour, love and sacrifice are finally now making sense.
I see why I have had to lose all I have to gain everything I didn't.

Mar. 15th, 2008

02:03 am

magickal ideas change reality.
I am realizing today how much is happening...
it is actually working.  All the planning, the building, the planting, it is all working now.  It is there, is it manifesting...
though i cant but help remembering Muad'dib seeing the conclusion of his own existence, and seeing the golden path...
however I am so ecstatic as to where this will go... this movement, this ripping fire.  the idea fuels it.  applied thelema, and it will work.  Or at least, it is the best idea proposed yet.  It has flaws, but it grows now.  And everyone WANTS it, or at least everyone I seem to talk to.  They all do.  the vision is there, the drive, the pleasure, the rebellion of it all; it appeals to all aspects of todays jaded generation.  It will happen; it is inevitable.  And as a seed grows into a tree, once this begins, it must reach its endpoint.  The vision unfolds so perfectly.
I can have no other life, no other drive.   This is it.  this is what i am doing.  And now that i have decided that, and have something to be doing, I am meeting people, I am talking, people are listening and inputing.  networking is happening.  The waves are being put out there.  I feel like I am almost healed of this old crippling disease, it was taken form me and replaced with a thing infinitely better.  The Law, with its Life Light Love and Liberty.  I know what I am doing now.  It is a good feeling.  I have found my seat of Power.
Thank you for giving me back my self, my love, and my passion.

Mar. 13th, 2008

08:05 pm

wrapped in memories I cleaned out my closet.
old bags, worn out.  i found clothes.
the little shirt with cherries on it.
a spirit sweater, worn so many cold nights.
A colourful skirt of tye-dye, so many colours
like a rainbow.
So many smells lingered in my nostrils
like so many days that have past.
warm spring nights, laughter;
little games.  like children playing.
there are so few children left now.
How i miss such carefree days,
such innocence.
I feel as though a peice of me is gone.
Packing it all up,
it reminds me of all days long past
which will never come again.
Each memory lingering
with some bitter sweet perfume.
How I am grateful to have felt them
to have smelt them,
to have the caress of wind through my hair,
and magickal adventures to far off lands...
I feel a loneliness settle in.
Yet in it all, a calm acceptance.
All things must pass.
I wish I could say all the thanks I feel,
all the love in my heart,
how much tenderness for all the world.
Yet how few will see it...
for I do what i do because I love.
Once you understood me.
Yet even those things which are for eternity
end suddenly.
New dreams, old dreams,
new friends, old gone.
Still, the path stretches ahead of me,
its wonders pulling me, its miracles whispering to me
its mystery seducing me, its madness enticing me.
dear jerusalem
perfect vision of mine eye.
I will never lose you,
blood of my heart
and bringer of my Visions.
We are one in this love,
Daughter of the Earth,
My blood is in the Cup.
all I am is drained.  I have nothing left to give.
Take all I have left, for I can go no further.

"To Me! To Me! Shall be heard
forever in that eternal Word."

Sometimes i wonder if you ever think of me...

05:27 pm

I have decided to write a book.  may take a little while.  but it aught to be quite fun.  Going to extrapolate on an essay I started a few years back.  

Mar. 12th, 2008

06:57 pm

what was the current,
so strange and many sided,
such beauty in insanity,
the lines and shapes and contours
in the body of her madness...
where does that rabbit hole lead to?
what bread crumb trails did I leave for myself?
why has it returned,
stronger than before,
tempting me and taunting me
with the bitter kiss of her crazed passions?
I know not why or how,
but I must follow her down.
Through this maze of word,
of ideas,
I must loose myself
in my embrace of her night.
Sweet madness,
I am coming home again.

Mar. 11th, 2008

04:00 pm

It can be so hard to keep ones life in order.  In order to feel good, be joyous,ones needs purpose and drive, motivation, intention.  Otherwise, things are just meaningless and distractions.  I have found, in living on my own, that it takes a lot to keep a whole house clean.  It also takes a lot to keep ones life clean.  To filter out to the bad people, to keep around the vigorous and alive people, to remove distractions... this last is the hardest, for what constitutes and distraction?  Anything which pulls you away from you self-determined course; but that requires self determination, a thing most people lack anyways.  I got rid of my TV because I found, as I focused on myself and my Work, I watched it less and less until one day I simply removed it.  I had no more use for it, so I banished it to the garage.

On my own, I find every action becomes amplified.  I am only really in one class right now, and even that I am having trouble focusing on simply because it is in my indirect line of sight.  The other two, however, are so far off course, I can not waste the time to bother doing them.  The work is either too hard for no gain, or it is laughable and a waste of my time.  Thus I am simply ignoring them, as I am learning to do with anything in my life that would pull me away from my set course.  I am ignoring it; not in the sense of negligence to its existence, but I am simply not paying attention to it, I am not feeding it; I am not listening.  When I am told y course is not viable, I simply nod my head, but I do not take it to mind unless it is a valid point (which it usually isn't.  Often it is simply some cultural conditioned response from someone else that has no firm foundation in any sound premise.)

I am set to my course, every day a little more; each day I amplify it a little, focus it a little more; slowly at first.  Have to stake baby steps.  But every day I am a little closer to my goal and I become a little more one pointed; I am becoming the change I want to see in the world.  Life is Beautiful, even painfully so; but it is a joyous and exuberant dance, of whose phase death and change are but one step in the waltz of the whole.  i am learning to not be anything, but to go upon my way, merry and innocent and at peace and still.  I am letting go more and more, and realizing the wonderful freedom.  As I assimilate the Law, I realize its stupendous Truths, and its stones of Life, Light, Love and Liberty.

I am also studying my Natal chart, which is very interesting and an very enlightening experience; as well as going back over seven years of magickal journals, which is surreal.  I am trying to view them as though I never met myself, and seeing what comes of it, what i can discover about myself.  I am organizing everything right now.  I am organizing my house, my mind, my ideas, my money, my resources, my writing, my past.  As I organize, I realize crap I didnt know about, and I toss it.  Slowly, things come in to focus.

But it is a hard process, a long process, sometimes a painful process as i let go of things, as I liberate myself.  yet is is the most freeing thing I have done, yet also the laden with responsibility, for the more I see of myself, the more i see of my own Power, the more I realize I must use it as responsibly as possible.

Purchased six of ten of Crowleys "The Equinox" while in TO  this weekend.  I was reading a play of his called "The Ship" and came by a wonderful verse I thought I would share.  His lyricism and sublimity, when he get sit, truly plays on the very strings of the soul...

"Thou, who art I, beyond all I am,
Who hast no nature and no name,
Who art, when all but Thou are gone,
Thou, center and secret of the Sun,
Thou, hidden spring of all things known
And unknown, Thou aloof, alone,
Thou, the fire within the reed
Brooding and breeding, source and seed
Of life, love, liberty and light,
Thou beyond speech and beyond sight,
Thee I invoke, my faint fresh fire
Kindling as my intents aspire.
Thee I invoke, abiding one,
Thee, center and secret of the Sun,
And that most holy mystery,
Of which the vehicle am I !
Appear, most awful and most mild,
As it is lawful, to thy child !

Chorus

So from the Father to the Son
The Holy Spirit is the Norm;
Male-female, quintessential, one,
Man-being veiled in Woman-form,
Glory and worship to the Highest,
Thou dove, mankind that deifiest,
Being that race- most royally run
To spring sunshine through winter storm !"

                      "The Ship"  by A. Crowley

Spring comes soon!  Oh kalloo kallay!  What a glorious day!

Mar. 8th, 2008

11:19 pm

when we look at pictures of ourselves, we see only mirrors reflecting ourselves looking.  We can no more step outside than we can put ourselves back together.  I look out at this deconstruction I see rushing all around me, and I see what insanity means.  i see it in this society, so fractured, so broken; running from itself, caught in a post-modern whirlwind of its own devising.  Culture is our reality in that we allow ourselves to be defined by it; we let it tell us that it defines us.  It entraps us in its tendrils.  Yet we, so blind to the meaning and the wonder we create; all of us such bad artists, creating only misery and slavery.  We, seeking to find some comfort, create gods and demons, create lovers and ideals in some attempt to escape....... from what???  To escape from living a life of mystery?  We strive so hard to grasp it all, we build models in our minds so accurate they mirror what goes on "outside" of us--- but we are no more finding truth.  We are simply tracing lines over it all, tracing lines over what we perceive to be there.  We create tools to expand our perceptions of it, yet those tools only show us what we designed them to show. 

Trapped are in a devilish hell of confusion.  This is all insanity.  Even our psychology derives itself from the common norm, and the norm is what is crazy.  Those who deviate, they are the divine prophets, the holy fools, the madmen wandering in the gardens of morpheus.  They see the stories unfolding; they see other models, outside of our accepted boundaries.  They force new perspective, new thought, new dissent.  the scientific paradigm is not the end; it is the shell we must break free from; it is the Citadel, supporting the Black Iron Prison we find ourselves trapped within, feeding some demiurge which entraps us to our three dimensions.

We were lied to.  This is not how it has to be.  i want to tear it all down; all their safety and security, all the falsity and lies which hides the Truth from their eyes.  But the Truth hurts.  The truth is full of fear, of trembling.  the Truth is staring into the face of the Infinite, to be annihilated and deafened by its silence; the confetti of its fractals scattered through us, feeding in to our Intelligence, fueling us and pressing us.  To tear down the tracing paper lines to reveal the Mystery underneath, not fracture and break, once and for all, the illusion of individual self hood, to show the beautiful underlying impersonal, yet loving, Reality--- pure undifferentiated consciousness.

This all is a lie.  Language moves, it creates images; but how bad are we as artists to have create monstrosities of stone and cement, cold and unfeeling?  No more poetry to the world.  Only faster cars and smaller cellphones.  Where has our Vision gone?  How to we break free of the post-modern baggage of the past?  How to create aknew, joyously and feverishly, free from bondage, free of restriction?  We were lied to; made to accept dogma as truth and prejudice for knowledge.  We even pay to be fed more lies; to somehow be accepted into an established system we know we hate, and which we know we would destroy and rebuild rather than accept if we only had the choice... but we dont, do we?

Where is the responsibility in this Power to define we have been given?  If we are going to define, let us define in beauty and joy, leaping laughter and delicious languor; let us cast off these chains of slavery and make something new, redefine the whole system, the whole model, the whole reality; let us build it into something better, something persisting, something worthy of the Power of the human Spirit.  Let us Dream together, and redream this whole mess into something better....

If only more people truly cared enough to take it all back, and to cooperate in a task greater than themselves....

Mar. 7th, 2008

05:23 pm

words couldnt keep tract through these cracks, they were bound to fall to pieces in the midinights skies crying.  Suns rising, following a path I couldnt move into.  I delved through you, into the deep ocean's blue and gold, seen of the seeing, the watched by light for a perspective on your pain.  I only wallowed and decayed.  I pressed mad lips to the foam of your sea, but it brought no peace to me; for i couldnt manage to get away from this absurd notion of the motion that longs for justice.  I couldnt escape into your fantasies, I couldn't support your expectations that would give you elation if I only gave in.  There was thought, there was thinking, and I am sorry i triggered a cascade in your brain that made you think you were insane, but I did not put that there, you only saw what had to be done.  It clouds your sun.  I longed to become a prophet of the first nation which accepted freedom as an invitiation to participate in this game.  I want to say I am sorry for dreaming, but I would only blaspheme my meaning; you saw me once, yet now you grope blind for a man who will fill the hole I dug you a grave, for the world is grave injustice and I only desire to free the slaves of the chains of ignorance and mortality and the weight of gravity.  To pierce this cage and find a way through and out, realize the two that are one in a none that is perfect, for perfect and perfect and one and not two, nay are none for example the birthplace of pains brings forth the rains of blood which wash away your soul.  I couldn't keep it in any longer, couldn't hold back from the sinking suspicion that rhythm has intelligence in it.  I was trapped and alone, I was scared in this gordion know I found I couldn't feel my way out; I was sorrowed and weary, as I am even now; but I take joy in the new law that I seem to have found.  It was laid down as a stone, of the philosophers nature, it was set up as One Law that man may find his home.  It is hidden away beneath the grotesque and the strange, a test for the courageous to walk through hell and their sin.  For you run only from your Will, you are scared of your light; you curl up into bawls and cry through your night, looking to be saved from what I gave by an escape of a man, for you can not hide form yourself or the wrath of your blight.
A flame leaps up to speak from a dismal sore place. but to soar on the wings that this vision brings; to not be afraid to embrace all it is, to take up the role and the throne of a king; to let go of the chains, of the ropes and the bars; to give up the fear and to sound the alarm.  To wage a war against freedoms oppressors, to revel in wanton as all bystanders stare and glare with their looks of disgust, but the joy of existence is in the loins of our lust; that our religion is our indulgence, our freedom to play; in a dionysian fury that calls back the day; under the stars to take our fill of our love, to satiate our spirits and to become undone--- to feel times play under the wings of our hearts, to stand naked and rejoicing as all the world starts to crumble and break and fall away as a grey land and uplifts those who are free of dogma and belief, who drink of the grail and live as gods on this earth.

Mar. 3rd, 2008

08:35 pm

such beautiful stars,
weep such sad laments,
amongst the tree's branches
their rays embraced my heart,
and it melted at the touch.
I only love such darkness
such sorrow fills this fragile soul.
It longs outwards, silently.
My role curses me,
to act and be shunned,
or to nod and be liked;
what rose is without thorn?
to grasp gently,
delicate,
to smell its sweet perfume.

dear loves lonely kiss,
one long last tempting wish,
to be embraced again in emptiness,
to be freed by oblivion,
to stop these tears.

all I have loved is gone;
all I called friend
turned to bitterness.
lonely, crooked path
starlit crack between those beams,
I press forward my lips
and taste your tender jasmine.
Death, I am coming home.
There is nothing left for me here.

Feb. 29th, 2008

04:40 pm - seeds...

how interesting things are getting... I am rediscovering my voice and my self.  I am learning how love myself, how to be quiet, relaxed, how to let things flow.  It is quite wonderful, and now, more than ever, my life seems to be going again.  I have to just let it all settle around me, and take what comes my way.  I am learning a lot, but about things which do not immediately seem relevant if I were trying to live a normal life.  However, living a magickal life is not living a normal life.  One requires trust to work magick, trust that ones magickal will is the will of the universe, and that it will provide.  School is floating downhill right now; not in general, but this year.  Except for chem, I have essentially conceeded to getting bad grades.  not much I can do now.  I have way too many other things to do without school in my way at this time in my life.  However, I know that by next year, it will all be different, I will be different as will my life.  Things are building, and as I find my voice and my magick, I find purpose and I find creativity.  I never thought things would find me like this... I was so scared of being alone, yet I find myself more alone than I ever have, and I am being filled with joy, with vision, with beauty, with wonder... and above all, thanks to the universe for sending me what it has, in such abundance.  I am overjoyed at the prospect of my Work, and will do it happily and with love and care; for a Great Work it is.  It feeds my wanting mouth with substance from a pure source, and it fuels me to keep up a work for so long has been dry and barren.  Yet water finds it, and I know soon plants shall grow in this garden.

Life works if you let it, and stop struggling against everything.  To let go, to be alone, to not be afraid, to allow the mystery to embrace you; to pick up ones destiny, and to learn who and what one is, and where one is going.

Feb. 25th, 2008

08:40 pm

I couldn't push this up and out
I would rather destroy the seed,
alleviate the root.
I could smash it all,
but I will let it drift,
falling inwards.
Finding a space which is at rest.
Peace.
Your coldness
is a measure of your denial.
Fear gripped your heart,
lies spoke in your ears...
the fluid pours in slowly,
filling your isolation with
the contempt you seem to bare.

These wings I find myself with
will only take off
once this past is dead.
Once I can lay it to rest
in that coffin of prophecy.

This is where it takes flight.
This is where I say goodbye;
My tears flow,
rippled regrets
wet my feet.

This is distance.
So many words
fall down,
I bury them with mourning.
I set myself upon this path,
the end of which
is the End.

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