Incrementum

Harmonistic

non-intentions.

Holding shares

in eight dimensions.

seeds be sewn

beneath thy sentence,

Cultivate words

To yield conventions.

When the sprouts

go grow and bloom

Well harvest masses

Of attention so soon.

How Rapidly far

Well spread these roots

To drink the liquid

Through knowledge tubes

bled From books

we’ve loved and read

And every doctrine

hath transcend

Hearkened lines

of remnant blends.

Beckon thine

into my head.

Catching thoughts

like outbound trains

Mechanical beauty

knowledge for freight

Sacrifice fame

invest for thy brain.

Lest we bow down

play role of the slave.

Piss on the laws

we care not to break

Let anarchists bend

Till they form a new shape.

Prefacing risks

lie in wait for the take,

Please carve us a path

to most fruitful of days

For chaos in truth

Is ye fruits bore of fate

May Pattern and irony

Be locks of the gate

Thus keys it requires

We’re hid for defense.

Passage be granted

for kind and the wise

Though of its location

I cannot provide

The trailhead to follow

begins in the mind

From there it will take you

On journeys to yonder

To Speak we will not.

But Surely we’ll ponder

And ponder we ought

For ages we wander

With nothing but thought

And as a condor

We may fly

Yet unlike you

Way may not die

For when our bodies

Waste away

Our soul will not

Our spirits stay

So do not fear

Thy natural death

And keep these words

Beneath thy breath

And so until

We write again

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Praeteritum

atlas-close-up-dark-592753.jpgClockwork turns behind the lens.

That who greeds with will amends;

Forgiven doth thrive high and dry.

Seeking friend how wayward thy?

Signals rest in cryptic lies,

phrases blended, scripts aligned.

Symbols print out changing tides.

Dependence broken, just in time.

Now we wait and watch the signs.

Words he writes may cease to rhyme.

Here Nothing is but still a thing.

Some thing is just one anything,

So Everything is all the things.

Heard forgotten spirits singing

Vibrant song for message bringing

Steer the notes who bend and swing,

That float from ringing metal strings.

Seeking peace to ease the mind,

Lest our thoughts be left behind.

Think us toward some brighter times

To times For which we raise a toast

To one for all for one who holds,

For thine who fell and thy of old

Shall Shine before their weary souls

Who’s tree-like spirits skim the skies

With Minds still showered by

how’s? and why’s?

Soon We’ll wonder why we Arrived,

Why life was always such a hurry.

Dismiss such need for pointless fury,

Nor banter, racket, ruckus flurries

Flourishing Nourishing, words to restore

Words that may ease us when spirit is sore

in wait we Graciously painted the shores

Insatiably impatient he wines for more

Whilst I wait watching the magical

floor, until my eyes get dry and sore.

If this is what your hoping for,

Than stick around for what’s in store.

Until next time my lyric pour

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The First Descent

Step by step down musty stairs

Walls of stone and stale old air

A faintly drone was buzzing by

With Desolate scents that burned my eyes

Once we met the bottom step,

all began to blur except

The silent wretch across the room

rotting arm chair all drenched in gloom

Move he not but still he stares

With hollow eyes that weren’t there

When I woke I knew not where

I was or how I’d gotten there

Still I wander through our dreams

Shrill yell yonder who was thee?

I guess you’ll haveto wait and see

In all our future poetry.

This is just the second step

Of exploring the souls extent