Coat Tail Attrition/ Blueprint Of Old Souls/ Birthing Silhouettes Of Redemption

Coat Tail Attrition  
 
You look through me  
beyond my umbra  
at the remnants  
lingering from broken yesterday's  
dead tomorrows blooming,  
 
still in this moment  
I own you  
I capture your accord  
you can't turn  
all three eyes away,  
 
from the quiet slumber  
awakening to filter  
through your essence  
replenished happenstance,  
 
For I am cosmic  
I am a flickered ember  
in the torch of infinity,  
   
my conscious is amaranthine  
I will pontificate beauty,  
 
I will embrace your darkness  
so you nix waltz with ocheroid fate,  
 
my gift to the masses  
my chalice of fortitude  
my capsule of mercy,  
 
complexity is where I feast  
my universe of clemency,  
 
all for you to burn as the  
singularities of hope  
you all are ordained to be.  
 
Blueprint Of Old Souls  
 
You wish to see a  
kaleidoscope  
of yourself in  
these words I paint,  
 
a breath of shedding  
a glint of rejuvenation,  
 
a cornucopia of refinement  
wined and dined sapio-sexually,  
 
spiritual liberation from  
deceits incarceration,  
 
I'm not a chosen one  
I'm another drop  
from a well of soothsayers  
a battalion of freedom scribers  
we are one,  
 
only course set to  
teach and reach  
to seethe pristinely,  
 
from arching screams  
to bleed amaranthine wisdom,  
 
birthed from quantum intervals  
of learning through the root of worth.
 
Birthing Silhouettes Of Redemption  
 
Come with me  
ride the wind,  
 
secluded from  
sin straight line spin,
 
behind the curtain  
of sadness,
 
we plant seeds of epiphany  
to nurture in the  
dawn of a deity's eye,
 
the inhale of rising might  
vanquishing dark plight.
 
Pristinely enshrined  
as we once were  
 
in the guff of amour  
perfection galore,  
 
levity brevity swing  
in the cosmic carnival,
 
sing on the outside  
of your lyric your crux,
 
adhere to happenstance,
 
embrace misery
with a golden kiss  
feast on liberated bliss,
 
rooted in divinities division  
of lost decision,
 
provisions derision  
submissive precision,
 
disturb the hibernating  
polarity of balance,
 
let's dig an inverted pit  
to the throat of heaven.  

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