Clockwise Clockfool

Clockwise Clockfool

Written by Nathaniel Peter (cloventongue89) and Mikaila Van Otten (AtoMikbomb)

Perennial ribbons string rafts
spanning seasonal rifts
rope bridges sway aloft
we pin Heaven's purpose
we cling to carabiners
for our carnal climb

Burning in my hands
Silken slips of searing sensations
Am I losing my grip or trading my reality for yours?
So obvious and anyonymous
Rebuild a singed connection
Caught somewhere between alternative lines
Suspended in demension

Firmaments
fallow
tarry for fulfillment
for evolution
into earth of harbor
as anchorage for our aching seed

Unabashed presumptions pray
for stowaway sanctum
our petulant papacy
yearning little egos
spores
itch to bore
their exploitative ethics
down channels of eager ears

Treasonous seasons...
spin
rinse cycles shower amends (Amana)
upon soil unspoiled
sterilizing these infertile
ideals
So begins another inert importation
germinating (terminating)
the hollow hallowed

Inseminating vacuums
we uproot phantoms
ethereal embryos
actualize these ends

Hostile wombs of logic
Versed against gavel eyes
Tare the scales with grace
To take a life the heart first dies

As to go numb or seek for penance
Crop failure, consequential
Buried beneath the ash of an afterthought
Serpent sells freedom on negligent conviction to catch the soul in its own rot
Brought to ceasing, lost for winning a battle in vain we fought

Friendly fire, the pious of errected spire
Awarded and accursed, two fold delivered upon insatiable desire
Caught between a coffin and a callous heart
In either case, a grave

Firmly planted to justify the obstinate in either extreme
As to relinquish morality for culture or conform to this tradition regime

Truth begins wherein we surrender good intentioned truancy
No leg to prop a voice upon when to accuse the body is to wind up just as guilty

Curtailed sails
snatch clockwork's breath
rheumatic pneuma - vapors of death
laying daylight's divine...
saving
rafts

We brave echoes - resounding
screaming silence into the cyclone
decrying damnation
our voices draft

Count yourselves among the starlets-
harlots
sluts...
stranded in the crux
casting daily bread
into hurricanes
gathering stones
and souls of stoners
beneath battered wings we claim
as our only home...
yes
gathering
mounds of moss

"A time for us all
under Grandfather Sun"

A time to roam

As wayward buffalo herded into relative hoards
Proclimations of misguided hopes to custom fit a Savior to our lesser lords
Making flesh of time
Check the pulse, restraints cast for vision lost, passing with sublime
Creations expiration, every act of God predates the deck we stack against humanity
Eternity seems as wishful thinking in subconscious while we celebrate the awareness of our vanity
Faith as blind as love, bring to resolution my distorted sense of clarity
Lustrous so lascivious, mercy is not a budget for a lawless charity
Casting stones in place of crowns at the feet of the least Messiah
Forgiveness to absolve us of our stains more than a mere sacrifice unto wrath, a pacifier
Ushered to transcend, we begin where time meets end
I take my portion of this breathing loaf
Into the realms where pride dies and humility makes boast...