Submissions by slayer69
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2016 10:36am
3rd Apr 2016 10:36am
SPELLing (words are magic)
There is nothing known in reflection. Reflection, have I know nothing is there?
Mirrors reflecting mirrors, which mirror is real and determinable.
Determinable and real is mirror, which mirrors reflecting mirrors.
Existence is myth and perception in subjective reality. Reality, subjective in perception and myth is existence.
Fractals of flowers, floating and spirals encompassing questions.
Questions encompassing spirals and floating flowers of fractals.
Humans conditioned that fear, it's truth that liberated humans.
Humans liberated that...
Mirrors reflecting mirrors, which mirror is real and determinable.
Determinable and real is mirror, which mirrors reflecting mirrors.
Existence is myth and perception in subjective reality. Reality, subjective in perception and myth is existence.
Fractals of flowers, floating and spirals encompassing questions.
Questions encompassing spirals and floating flowers of fractals.
Humans conditioned that fear, it's truth that liberated humans.
Humans liberated that...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2016 2:25pm
11th Jan 2016 2:25pm
Repetition
Beneath all the lust of our fathers, we stood in the place of creation.
Waiting with bated breath for life in self.
Finally.
Within that throe of fate again.
Finally.
In that prison of time again.
Finally.
It was the cold that we wanted, like we've had before.
It was death that we needed, to begin the cycle once more.
We looked upon libraries of lessons, waiting for there use.
We would satisfy the watchers, in this skin that bruised.
Beneath all the hate, where we fall down, breaking the chain to the ancients. ...
Waiting with bated breath for life in self.
Finally.
Within that throe of fate again.
Finally.
In that prison of time again.
Finally.
It was the cold that we wanted, like we've had before.
It was death that we needed, to begin the cycle once more.
We looked upon libraries of lessons, waiting for there use.
We would satisfy the watchers, in this skin that bruised.
Beneath all the hate, where we fall down, breaking the chain to the ancients. ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jul 2015 12:59pm
24th Jul 2015 12:59pm
Little Fish
Seek nothing now, just be.
The cycle will pass and surely come again, along with a greater wind, as it too is experience. Don't dwell in the dark past, nor in the bright light, the sight of such things can fool the mystic traveller.
A question is just a thought, which we bounce back and forth, but the truth, yes the truth will always resurface amongst our youth.
Whether in form or metaphor, they will exhibit our fatal flaws torn from the womb of our true source.
Senseless violence, seldom we reflect on the rise and fall of tyrants.
The ego of man never...
The cycle will pass and surely come again, along with a greater wind, as it too is experience. Don't dwell in the dark past, nor in the bright light, the sight of such things can fool the mystic traveller.
A question is just a thought, which we bounce back and forth, but the truth, yes the truth will always resurface amongst our youth.
Whether in form or metaphor, they will exhibit our fatal flaws torn from the womb of our true source.
Senseless violence, seldom we reflect on the rise and fall of tyrants.
The ego of man never...
867 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Jul 2015 00:18am
11th Jul 2015 00:18am
The Malignant One
Faded scars and liquid lungs he travels this realm with three forked tongues. Hidden behind a smile and a shade of grey are all the dreams that he's taken away. He conceals his malice until he grips your soul, he let's you feel his hate, before he takes it for his own.
He needs us but he hates, He's a man without a face. He's sacrificed to claim his place in the black denied space at the back of your mind, he waits and waits.
He needs us but he hates, He's a man without a face. He's sacrificed to claim his place in the black denied space at the back of your mind, he waits and waits.
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Nov 2014 2:40pm
1st Nov 2014 2:40pm
Untitled (inspired by Marilyn Manson's irresponsible hate anthem)
We stare through black eyes at faceless reflections,
all pores scorn with the acidic energy bred from loathing and rejection.
We no longer hate, it's something much darker,
we throw on our slave sewn coats and become faceless martyrs.
All of our cities will fall, our society will crumble.
Ethereal beings watch from the shadows to witness humanities final, pathetic stumble.
Death to the patriarchs..
Death to the totalitarians..
Death to the hypocritical, vile, impotent bacteria we call the human race..
May Gaia forgive our trespass..
all pores scorn with the acidic energy bred from loathing and rejection.
We no longer hate, it's something much darker,
we throw on our slave sewn coats and become faceless martyrs.
All of our cities will fall, our society will crumble.
Ethereal beings watch from the shadows to witness humanities final, pathetic stumble.
Death to the patriarchs..
Death to the totalitarians..
Death to the hypocritical, vile, impotent bacteria we call the human race..
May Gaia forgive our trespass..
809 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jan 2014 2:44pm
29th Jan 2014 2:44pm
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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SONG LYRICS
Published
24th Nov 2013 2:12pm
24th Nov 2013 2:12pm
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...
919 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Oct 2013 3:45pm
9th Oct 2013 3:45pm
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...
863 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Sep 2013 3:11am
16th Sep 2013 3:11am
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...
707 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Aug 2013 2:04am
29th Aug 2013 2:04am
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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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2013 5:16pm
13th Aug 2013 5:16pm
Vibrations
In the beginning,
there was no beginning.
In the end,
there was no end.
Fear is dead.
Time periods evolving,
with infinite experiences.
Light resurfacing,
with limitless information.
Love is creation.
Blazing comets of vibration,
calm dissent in the cities.
Frequency found,
revolution is the answer.
Begin the dancing.
there was no beginning.
In the end,
there was no end.
Fear is dead.
Time periods evolving,
with infinite experiences.
Light resurfacing,
with limitless information.
Love is creation.
Blazing comets of vibration,
calm dissent in the cities.
Frequency found,
revolution is the answer.
Begin the dancing.
811 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jul 2013 1:39am
30th Jul 2013 1:39am
Light and Knowledge
I'm finding the light
And placing it in all
The dark parts of my soul.
I'm placing faith in the night
To serve its own purpose
Of birthing the sun each day.
Im giving rise to the cosmic angels
Dancing to a new beat, thats
Fallen to us from the stars.
I'm looking through the eyes of Horus,
I can see all the alternate selves
Dancing whimsically to the sound
Of revolution.
I'm locking into this frequency of love
Which has found us, although
Some wish to remain hidden,
I'm...
And placing it in all
The dark parts of my soul.
I'm placing faith in the night
To serve its own purpose
Of birthing the sun each day.
Im giving rise to the cosmic angels
Dancing to a new beat, thats
Fallen to us from the stars.
I'm looking through the eyes of Horus,
I can see all the alternate selves
Dancing whimsically to the sound
Of revolution.
I'm locking into this frequency of love
Which has found us, although
Some wish to remain hidden,
I'm...
932 reads
7 Comments
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