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Spaceboy13
05-19-2007, 01:43 AM
Part V





Reaching the heavenly sanctuary after the amidst of this hellish journey

Inner enlightenment, following the simple up most of life

Looking out over the building tops, one could see this vast universe cast out among the suburban

Acknowledging an un existing life of simple pleasant worlds of lighting and sound

Indescribable tranquility and unity with the forces and balances that is the earth

Extinguishing ignorance and greed from one self and extinction of clouded thoughts and impulses

Rekindle the love you have for you’re dramatic upholding that conquer you from reaching the peak of your capability

To die is to re live, to re live is to learn, to learn is you’re sanctuary

The circle of living has stopped its rotating, and the yearning to agree with matter is accepted as one

Fallen from the pit of despair and crematories, bearded oracles lifting thru the tantric stages of thought

Mind numbing sequences and Kaddish chanting of the 7 dreaded men at the gravesite of a tortured, lobotomized soul

City lights and torn up nights, walking under the street light of a renowned passage

Yellow scarf’s hanging the un certain poet of renaissance and rebirth

Fondling the un moved sculptures that is the stepping stone of modern reattachment

Dabbling in the sacred and obscene arts, that were frowned upon by cocksucking Republicans

Opening the harmonium to find the strings slashed and knotted into a falling plaster of anguished creeks and strums

Arrogant false wits gathering for a third beating of the proud and open

Genocidal mutterings and out of term ideas

Accusations of false and dimwitted arguments as beholders sat perched and jeered at the side

Rigorous routines of ranting and spontaneous written lines, making no progress with small minded degenerates

Budding heads with morally outrageous statements and waving the rights of those not present

Gaining achievement and praise from outward figures in the center of written speech

Nearing the brink of madness with out a single written word per day would isolate even the dimmest bulb

Nearing the end of a painstaking journey, thru all hells imaginable

Wandering thru worlds unclenchable

Expressing views inexpressible

I have seen the way thru it all and have never given a second look back

No signals of remorse or regret

Shining like a centered tile on a linoleum floor in a lonely kitchen

The time has dawned for the end of the ride