[b]Shoulder decayed from your explaining
The angelic filthy ones
Their tired and broken views portraying
What you have or haven’t done
Satellites whisper of you on waves
From low restricted suns
Beneath is a chance for understanding
Why your emerald will be shunned
You pulled too hard on an empty capsule
Their expanding tear in space will come
While leaving you alone to manage all this time, son
You simply aren’t smart enough to run[/b]
-continued
It watches you
It listens to what you have to say and never speaks out of turn
Don’t try to make sense of it
You’ll only hurt yourself in the long run
Because your interpretation is far more important than its actual meaning
Even now as you try to force it into some legible comprehension
Its only response is to laugh at you
It will never stop laughing at you
as i look to the sky my shovel explodes
into a silhouette of questions that assemble below
to form a never ending answer in the shape of a stone
forever rolling over nothing but the seeds i have sown
-continued
born into a world that i truly despise
from a disease infested womb chemically altered by lies
made more wretched by the fact that my momma survived
then flew the coop like a pigeon stalking heaven’s divide
now listen up mother, i don’t hate your resolve
matter fact it’s the only trait to put the admirable on pause
because deep down inside we all want a puzzle to solve
but you abandoned your child to pursue such a trivial cause
-finish later
*after thought
Now gather round and pay attention to the way i explode
into a situation guaranteed to crack open molds
of understanding what you never even thought could unfold
inside a world of misdirection only scratched by your soul
if you can follow this then help me get these people on track
before the emerald pens another stencil in with no time to react
which will draw a level of acceptance so innately intact
that every thought you can devour will taste of wasted exact
perdition, son
“i look to the sky my shovel explodes…”
everything that comes after that line has a really nice rhythm to it im diggin it!
a shoulder cracks under the pressure
compassion now weighing you down, seeping
indifferent to any real communion, save learned apathy
you have become redundant
there is so much power in this understanding
Shift in perspective
Delineated reason
Illusion of time
Meditated calm
Talisman of the Godhead
Fabricated angst
Methodical lore
Levelheaded communion
Harmonious pact
Invisible hand
The presence of only one
I am eternal
Obtuse medium
Underhand exhibition
Acclimated ruse
Close your eyes
Shut them tightly
Now see through the pitch
Look past your redundant nature
And accept the false iridescence
Of what your echo has achieved
Become illuminated through your own lies
Allow for their honesty to regain poise
Join me in silence
And share with me this moment of truth
For I am not of the light
I am of that most dark
I am foul and will forever reek of discontent
But I will never turn my back on you
I will love you eternal
Curious shadow
Throw caution into the wind
Synchronicity
Of heaven bickers
From within loose thoughts
There emerged an egonaut, unimpeded.
Passion exonerates this man
For his love is unique - his love is just.
Through his understanding alone
Planes become barren, and fracture.
A clever perversion of omnipotence
Though crude in nature, the masses will abide.
As maturity suffocates the zeitgeist
All affinity towards reason becomes abbreviated
The time for reckoning is even shorter still
He is the egonaut, and he is our great destroyer.
Pego
Sun bleached column of rain
Bleeding clouds, seeping through the pastel
A portal opens.
Waves of heat race forward
Intrusive now, a light beams through
Impaling the solipsistic
A single thought gathers momentum
As her screams become intently unfocused
The child of Anil is born
Breathing shallow now
Sight dims to accommodate
So silent this rhythm has become
I love the original Noodleboard. Great closure. Great word choice.
I didn’t realize these were so old, guess I’ll have to write something new. =/
diaphanous perch devours the unsteady
such is nature that ungracious host
i lie censored in the garden of exile
sight lost in the filament of a fevered pitch
my skin splinters as my hair draws brittle
teeth crumbling under a fluorescent sky
the flesh gives way to reason, alone
i now abdicate hope, for life plays most unfair