Tribulation

The price resuscitates greed.
As the object leaves your reasoning.
Abound in grace

Abound in reprisal.
Communication brings devotion to a cause.
A cause brings glory.
Glory brings tribulation.
Tribulation brings salvation.

To the saved go the restful days of discretion.
To the warrant of our heart, lies in each other.
The togetherness of the moment.
Time tenderly stitches you together.
As your other half completes you.

The glass you drink drinks your bones into this dimension.
Tribulation finds you drunk. Drunk on  sentences of grandeur. Drunk O so drunk we beget each other. Drunk on life playing with the way.
Don't get so drunk my friend. On your emotions. I drink of them not to be, rather I drink of them to see.

Sustenance in the story. The tales feed hearts. They feed them their destiny. As we float. Through the distress.

The tales focus on devotion to a cause. Feeding the many the sordid past failures of the people they love. Can you make it right?

Everything Feeds Everything

With this cloud The sun found a new weather hole to breathe through
The weather rains and sweats
spits and defeats the pressure
defeats everything
but gravity

Mastering gravity was easy
Getting lifted
Quenching your poor spirits
With nectar
We speak to each other
Already demigods in our minds

The weather supports the crows
Bringing tides of knowledge to the shamans
The shaman says om
When the scholar says oh

The tide doesn't produce
It creates
Weather the tide
Whether the place
Regardless of circumstance
The air feeds your mind
Everything

And everything feeds everything
Slowly quickly in every duality
Speak claims to the proclaimed
Speak rhymes to the understanding
Speak rhythm to the heartless
While they obsess

I can feel the obsession
It would annoy me
But... its interesting.
The earth drops dirt
Into her mouth
She leaves behind falseness
The dirt is sacred
It claims her soul

Om

Be Warned

Around my ankles
Is a sea of blood
Your lips draw me in
To the binding source
Of the desperate leaving me

How they leave me...
In their desperation
How.... interesting.

To understand the cycle of abandonment
Is to understand
Suffering itself
For nothing suffers for not being itself
Rather it suffers for abandonment

The desperate lock eyes with me
And I ponder my passion
And how easy it would be
To destroy that which has not yet mastered
The fire of it's own passion
In laughter I retreat
Not easy because I lust after the ecstasy of combat
But then again
I fight as much as I want
In my dreams

In my dreams
I get everything I want
In waking life
I try to be patient

Be warned
Be warned
Not to try
Not to be inside yourself
This place is inside of you
So how can you be inside yourself....
It sounds heavenly to dream....
But when you wake
You still your heart and defy the throne of your immortality

I laugh at defiance
For it amuses me when taken in parlance

The snakes are beautiful
How they move
Every animal is a source
Of something beautiful
The blood of animals lies upon the wicked
I simply eat

Betray your own wicked heart
And be crucified
The darkness in my heart
Is natural
It relaxes the sight of the wicked

Darkness goes to the heart of the one who avoids their love
But natural darkness comes to the victor
The victory the conquest of death
How I love to repent
Until I was freed
I fell upon myself
And was crucified

The conquest of eternal death
Draws me in
And I preach of its glory
For you know nothing
But what you have heard
So hearken to your mind
And receive
Original sin
Far higher than what you thought it was
The carnal sin you take to survive
Is not kind
It bleeds unkind to the sustenance of this land
Original sin was fine really
I laugh because to come clean
We begin to look at ourselves
As ancient
Beyond
Warning

Original sin is beautiful
For it set us free.

Eternal Death

You deny the throne...
Of the greatness of the ancient ones?
To jesus sophia said. Be conceived
To the feeble it was written
Begone from this place
You have no urgency.

Why do you place yourself
to surrender in the end?

I speak not to be heard
But rather because I am moved

Darkness sits in my lap
And I play with it

The shattered dust
Collects around the ancient ones
And I speak to them
In time
With the heartbeat
Of the times

Pounding in my ears
Oh how I hear it
Spreading the blood of Christ
The breathing of rhymes
The rhythm of sustenance

The true church exists eternal
In the heartbeat of the ancient ones
Who depart from this place
When you look so doubtful
At yourself

I do not, O do not Seek sustenance
For I find it in my blood
It beats a time supreme
A time of ecstasy
The comfort comes with the patience of dieing
And the departed ones
Cannot flaunt a thing
Oh in life they flaunted
How they flaunted
And fell

They depart
And are gone

To the feeble it was written
Depart from this place
You speak
You speak
You speak
Do not enter my chambers
At dusk
For the blood is near
Your savior speaks
Of things unwritten
And your voice is perverse
In your mind
Because you doubt

And the holy commands
Are written
In spoken words
Of ecstasy
A thing not perverse
The shattered ones
Like to pretend
They have things
When all they have is doubt
And a rhythm
Out of place

The eternal breathes down my neck
And I feel exhilarated
Oh the feeling I give in
Nothing is better
IS what I thought
Once again
Over and Over
Nothing

Golden Hearts Drink Blood

Oh your bones
Oh I ease my bones

If I gave you a golden heart
How would you move?
It would ease my soul
If you took it anyway

I breathe in the sight
Full of life
If I told you...
Would you even believe?

I labeled and processed
My fear
Found desire to be
Sacred
Sat on a throne
Of true desire
Buddha desire
It's called the water
In your lungs
That your drowning in

So give me a taste
Of the water in your lungs
I want to drown
Like you
Cause I'm oh so sick of drowning like me
Drowning in desire was never a state becoming
One with all

For a moment there
You were satisfied
Forever free

Golden hearts
Don't speak at all
When the silence
Strikes eternity

Eternal time
Burns me at the stake
And I'm oh so free
Kill me when I'll live forever
In my own heart
The heart of my eternal family

The death of man was the inside all figured out
When we conquered ourselves first and then told the story
To conquer anything besides yourself
Is temporary
A story, a story, and how it strikes me now
I believed
And was afraid
Of death
With a fear that was different than myself
 Set me free with your own eternity
I'm not looking for another version
Something temporary
Golden hearts drink blood
While I watch and wait

I watch and wait
And the water moves me
To understand