Demons Wild

(collab of Bliss and Prophet)


Let's write yo

Some short
Mind blowing
Shit
Straight out
The
Underground
Demons wild

Listen, child,
To the tale we tell,
Well, you listen good,
Now you listen well,
About how this pesky demon
Became A Bat Out of Hell.
For this is the tale
Of how the bridges fell

The crest fell faster than the wave
Carrying bottles filled with an elixsor
Only the demons from with can
Peddle for wares the pinkler dreams
Carry seeds all throughout lands
Only imaginations can even
Fathom conceptualizing inspirations
Breathed on by merely gods all around

A dream for you, a nightmare for him,
It's all carried by demon spirits on the wind,
Guiding a spirit through the traps of the Bardo,
To only get lost, and forget where your Way was
The path became obscured by this shifting Dream,
And Nothing is once how it appeared or seemed,
Lucidity is far from a factor, for I forget why I'm here,
And all my found freedom is wasted on flights of fancy.
As I fly so high that I forgot my way was to fly free.
And I could learn to wake within the dream and be.
But rather than create my dreams, I do a deal.
I buy my dreams from a demon, like a pusher.
He sells me pixie dust, Two for the price of One,
but deep dreams come at a great price


Your writing
Has been
Scribed
And
Will
Now
Be
Chiseled
Arduous
The path
Of creation
Riotous
Beasts
Gone
Righteous

Feral
Demons
Scrap
Passing
On

The
Torch
Burns
Brighter
Now
The
Crown
Wells
Swells
Squashing
Frowns
For
The
Ages
To
Gawk
At

Generations Drown
Down Through the pages
Crumpled
in a pocket

We live our lives
As we live our dreams,
Together or apart,
Forever it seems.

Our minds are like theirs
For it has all been blown
And the cares of our heirs
Are the seeds that we’ve sown

Blown to the winds of time,
Settling where they will
Between meaning,
meter and rhyme,
The time we waste
is the time we kill