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
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