mercenaries + missionaries

shes not sure if she will ever stop witnessing the days
when life recedes itself to the darkness

she runs through streets
fleeing from a past
looking over shoulders
to catch glimpses of the ghosts
that haunt her always

they followed her through time + space
disappearing + reappearing
in a pattern of death + rebirth
buried + unearthed

a risen savior with the wounds of the crucified

blood that can only be seen by her “is”

………………………   her “is” dictates the focus……………………………….

 

 

 

written 12-2011

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emergent evolution

walls fade
earth’s collide
the unending never shattered
time sold it’s soul to the devil
lies on its back
begging for home

because the sins of the forgotten
have yet to bring forth newer redemption
repenting & receding
but time has yet to leave this wound alone

she believed she washed herself clean
but the severed ties
and severed lenses
sold all time ashore

there was nothing left
but the marks of yesterday
the signs of tests & devotion
the waivered moments of what’s been lost

the price for penance

she changed her view
met newer moments
waited for it all to seep within the soul

the delving of depths
brought her upon newer paths
where the weight of the world
keeps her grounded & fleeting

her visions of a time once lost
kept her transfixed
to a span of moments
that shifted between
what there is now
and what there could of been

she knows the ways of the world
will lead her on
sparked by visions
layered in symbols

tied to a lapse in time
where she exists
but never really is

because her is
shifts like her gaze
transforming at the perception of thought

because what we always were
was once all that we would become

but she is
what she wills

no longer fixed to old memories
and darker nightmares

she’s been skinned by time
sheds the layers
bares her soul to the ether
takes on newer ways of becoming

written: 12.22.11

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the first requisite

blackened sky’s
darkened by night
or is it a souls depart
our gods have died
slowly
one by one
the eternal end
of a vision of beginning

the times have past
as we lay ourselves to rest
the old versions of being
she clung to for so long

this road widens
embarking on the present
there is no room left
for the stories she held too tightly to

she makes her way from an old divide
resurrect a newer version of life
a souls saving
from moments that were buried in time

she lingers on
past to present
haunted by time

it all slips away
in these newer forevers
take the time for loss
the shedding of an hour
lost among a new will

she sets the terms
self determined limits
imposed in mind
its all created
it can all be abandoned

the lessons lie along a divide in vision

she knows there are ways forward
she can find her way home
if only she lives in the current hours of time
no more layers to hide behind
no more visions of never

burned from a past
that follows her
but knows no limit to its unfolding

the undetermined paths
knows no ending
two fold vision
of the way out from below
the will determines time
and what will be left till her end

she sees forever
but fades in and out from the road
forever fading
and then forgotten
she looks for a new way to roam

written – 11.18.11

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healing the lunatic

there are all these layers to time
and how it unfolds
the projections of our fate
the unconscious rise of the subconscious

she never saw it coming
no sight of the unfolding
till she was already undone

had the visions been truer
had there not been a switch to life
better might have been brought forward tomorrow

the severed ties
burned bridges
lost connections
could find themselves true again

times moments felt unending
the haze of vision
delusion lived
taken over
it came through sight

chemical conclusions
perpetuated states
fevered moments
of an unwound mind

she felt time become her
simultaneous existence
of burned down moments
buried & unearthed
to the visions of a pathway
split by sight

the seeker never gathers a loss of will
with a loss of mind
when coming for the taking
taken over
pulled down by the forgotten
these visions take you over

bring truth to your door

the mind knows what it knows
no time will ever loose that
no poison can dull the vision

lost ways in lost worlds
and the passing of a memory
never sent us down a river
winding in time
and carrying our truths
hidden by pain
and the need for a surrender to grace

tell me what I have forgotten
that vision of being that was once there
she goes back to those eyes
the ones that tell her history
she has seen those visions
that were built with time
it holds her answers
she is her home
“search for your surrender, it was built within you by time”

written: 11.15.11

 

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her new visions of transcendental afterthoughts

she sees time as a melding and a repeating 
the beauty begins to bargain with her
hold tight to the thought of home
transcendence will lead you in
back from lost
and beginnings end
she finds her way from a lost divide
carry the crosses
of a lineage of life
time never feels this way forever
the wind picks up
pushes memory forward
you know your way in

when the lost ones carry the weight of the forgiving
there is room here for you in the embers
fight off forever
our shattered battles
of a life once held

her shadow knows the story
it holds her secrets
she’s kept from mind
a battle ax of redemption

shes making peace with the pieces of herself that stayed hidden

another portion of each moments time
you know her eyes
they speak of truth
of lives forgotten
we once held ourselves in
but new life calls for new laws
shedding of skins
reborn to new versions of living
a deeper version of now

speak your truths
know your making
come back down to living
transcendental afterthoughts
carry the message of lost time

there are lessons here to take in
peel back from broken moments
remember it still
knowledge unencumbered
still takes on time
you can make this moments truth
end is never to long gone
but begin again
in the emergence of a path

written 10.25.11

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she takes on new time

i am looking for ways to make it through 
the days and the darkest hours

time hasn’t always been by my side
we wait for the embered days to reach the breaking
to reach us within

the waivering of moments
brought a new look in my eyes
to see life right
as it shifts through the visions
it’s different for the knowing
subjective to the touch

it felt better in your view
time holds onto the divide
the resurrection of life
the melding of sins
to create the passion
where the world sees separation
i look between

broke open
to hold time still

and where we waited moments
i felt beneath

there is more to the vision
than a shattered view

when time heals us always
i know it to be true
truth in form
truth in the deeper version of tomorrow
symbolized in notions
that met the mind
i hear you better in the signs of the time

worlds away
&
roads depart
the break point of never
the home of tomorrow
the healing sold us slower
to the ways of the world

written 10.24.11

 

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it comes in fevers

these times call us to grow
perseverance of mind
holds the will
you find your way forward
when the end never meets the now

she looks for times divide
to signal the process of life
paths built forward
and brought upon us
she knows new time

she knows the pains that hurt in growth
but she looks for solace in her taking of now
never knowing where to wander
but led back to the guide
she finds reason
and takes the pulse
life in force
brought upon us to now

she never knows what it means to be home
but its there to find her
and these eyes
they seek the same sight
lay forward
dissolved
and draw her in

meet her in forward movements of time
destruction of moments
never made for a better mind
it only came to create new meaning
severed at the making
and left there for future meetings of truth

new will finds new ways
to mend these broken seams
directed through light & connection
belief in better becomes tomorrow

because these sights search for a meaning of our making
to make sense of this time
ground us in tomorrow
carve us here to now
felt in forever
known to be true
time takes us home
when you find here is gone
she is left to make new ground

written 10.24.11

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she’s held by fevered moments of time

the open roads that find us
lead the way
to forward pulse
the comings & goings
restorations & dissolves
leave us altering from descension to ascension

the waivered moments of unknown life
split paths
possibilities of life
led by soul
led by fear
we find our way forward
she waits for time to tell her true
never knowing if the rise will fall
descent from the heavens
emergence from hell
she makes her way to level ground

the journeying holds her like time
a theory of the making
melding by emotion

she’s held by fevered emotions of time

but she knew she could be held deeper still
where lies those walls
that once broken
will shed the light
of what is to be sought
never knowing what to call home

she thought she saw her world
built from vision
tied to memory and mind

but her way forward
altered at the seams
the vision has been cleared
she is left to design new time

but when you don’t know the vision
the moments seems to falter
her guides are harder to find
where does she go in time
what life is meant to call her home
where will she wander to come out forward
where time once again will seem true

her vision is clouded by fear
her strength is built to make her last
but once broken is never forgotten
how do we help ourselves home?

written 10.26.11

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lost in my mind

 

what has been swept under

the divide
it took her too far
she bent to break
she no longer knows where the roads will lead
the fear sets in
she prays for home
the solace of a familiar time once known
the comfort of love and familiar feeling

she doesn’t know what to do
when it comes to contemplating a life
she fell too far
the footing shakes

now she wanders where she doesn’t know
heal the wounding
unsweep what has been swept under for so long

she wonders if there is still hope to uncover

there must be more that unveils itself now
brighter versions of this life

written 10.16.11

image found on http://le-petit-francais.blogspot.com/

a new way to roam

the waiting takes me over
and sought within passions reach
it drives the images forward
pushes me on in time

she waits for the days to meet night
she meets the image in the dissolve
hoped for home
and wavered forever
she can’t remember when it wasn’t a times divide
reeling in feeling
felt for now
waiting for it all to seep in to tomorrow
rest waits for no one to know their place within
it teaches us what we lose in time

these lessons burn from within
she knows the time is different
new places
newer visions
it all takes her on
it becomes her
evolves her being
she knows new time

the wavering moments taught her new feeling
the wait
temperance
patience
pain and loss
hope and movement

she dreams through the days
it keeps her steady
grounded in dreaming
the passion pours on
it feeds her more
she knows where she belongs

no longer lasting in times divide
she created these embers
flickered through feeling
teaching her of what’s to come
we know we may lay these roads ahead
groundwork becomes vision
bleed for me now

the blood of knowledge
ephemeral history
tested to nothing
holding us still
keep me longer
tie me to your being
it feeds these nights

your skin with mine
the warming of warmth
beauty of feeling
the heat becomes the fall
the fall becomes the moment
it sees more moments of melding and deepening
rhythmic falls of breath
transcendental movements
we speak in tongues

written 10.13.11

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he heard sound,she heard sight

the fades of the night give way to moments end.
the faces she passes tell tales of times break.
sparking memories and moments.
that only once seemed true.

she retreats in when it all seems so bright.
reflecting the portrayal of what gets played back.
she remembered days when time seemed right.
she laid rest to the worry of the day.
where the months would find end.
time believed itself once.
it portrayed linear moments weaved with memory.

she wonders where to go.
when the weight of choice sets in.
the better of evils.
the softer choice of tomorrow.
wisdom bleeds itself thin.

you’ve known me better.
this mind that spins itself through passion.
the fusion of ego and will.
it’s her sustenance.
it leads her in.
and pours her on.
feeds the fever.
takes on the touch.
creates image of mind.
and vision of tomorrow.

she tastes these embers.
and feels through touch.
seeks you more.
body through movement.
slow and rhythmic.
sped up through moments.
it pours on and on.

she savers that sight.
image and touch.
melding of moments.
when time feels true.

sight erupts sound.
she weaves into you.
she pulled you in.
into now.
into moments.
times reprieve.

you wonder where time went.
what tore that image apart.
she said she felt more in forever.
you were taken over by the feeling.
fled the scene.

she missed you then and now.
time escapes us.
left us for nowhere, someday, never.
maybe find me in time.

written 10.12.11

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Let’s call me a baptist, call this the drowning of the past

she couldn’t escape the surrender

we set these scenes
at times collapse
a glimpse to the past
becomes a step forward
the severed lines stopped it all from falling
we believe we know better
divided time through days lost among us

weary minds created the turn that became the hour
i know i have seen brighter nows
turn the digits
weigh the loss
hope for home
but we all believe you brighter
times collapse
will break the fall
your eyes become my tomorrow
dark and burning
the embers come upon us

see these versions
whats become of our numbered days
i wish for you now
save the loss
tie me tight
to more tomorrows
will the way to home

we begin to mend the fence
that crumbled down
buried beneath the burning

if time is of the essence
then you become my breath
breath of life
breath of feeling
breath of the connected
touch to touch

towered times look within the feeling
and i know you home
to my hope
to my fears
tired of the leaving
and all that has been lost among
the weeks and months that pass
searching for a new tomorrow
a new way to be free
from all that binds me to the dark

step back and remember
all is one
dark to light
pleasure to pain
born within us
we become it
you can’t escape your own soul
the half that holds us true
makes us one
self to self
shadow to light
these inner burnings
they make more of these moments
times divide lay us thin
spread out through transparency

trade the loss for more of hope
i waiver never to see you here
still searching in the days that pass
and your gone away
and gone away
haven’t seen your sight since then
and i wish for tomorrow
i wish for time to be true to us
break these walls
and hold minds tight
true and lasting
seek me further
i find the feeling
buried now
to preserve the protection

but she needs more time in the open
she waits for the spanning of time to end
hold deeper now
she seeks you here
meet and surrender

written 10.12.11

image found on http://just-another-forever.tumblr.com/

stark raving grave

we sever the moments end before the beginning
the divide created a loss within
and i know these hours
that lay waste to the day
stop time
and see the embers
that burn brighter for tomorrow
but never turn away time

a time that was never really there
a time that was never really ours

we hoped for better
but the brighter days
and stronger tomorrows
still leave us waiting
for newer time

we lay in graves of our making
dug out deeper in the moments that pass
buried our lovers
and sold time ashore

we lost in ways we never counted
and i carried time on the back of the broken
torn up tempers
solid seams of loss

written 10.12.11

image found on http://thecultofdeath.tumblr.com/post/8549162380

the sacred came for sinners

she divulges time like the hours melt
the wait passes through each slipping moment
we save our souls from the contorts of time
because of visions
she stares brighter
our moment loses hope
we wait for the next safety to befall us
because the versions won’t sever the loss
it’s only in our hours
that time collapses enough to divide

I hear the angels
they speak to me of hope
its all I have to keep the days meeting the night
our time turns us inward
our muses keep us breathing deeper
it makes pathways to times collapse
when all falls away
skins commune from beginning to end

hope for sacred
the melding of now
touch takes on hours
it keeps me in the embers
slipping through the cracks embrace
we enter hours through minutes
and hope through loss
the excommunication of the divine
seals the moments and keeps them sacred within

without you now
this unamended soul
that stops time
rebuilds me within
without you now
i pour through hours
creating your moments
dreaming your dissolve

i see your versions in faces i pass
waiting for the hour
it all becomes revealed
time stops
we take in all in

in hope
in time
in healing
communion of the sacred
the souls reverberation of another
the meeting creates more time
it holds us right
we meet through measures
never meant to hold us through time
but yet there are these moments
that kept it all in for the meeting
we didn’t know better
we didn’t know time
it shelves itself in the lost tomorrow
that was created within
time takes us to nothing
and we begin again

written 10.11.11

 

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transcendence in time, transcendence in vision.

the waiting takes me over
and sought within passions reach
it drives the images forward
pushes me on in time

she waits for days to meet night
she meets the image in the dissolve
hoped for home
and wavered forever
she can’t remember when it wasn’t times divide

reeling in feeling
felt for now
waiting for it all to seep into tomorrow
rest waits for noone to know their place within
it teaches us what we lose in time

these lessons burn from within
she knows that the time is different
new places
newer lessons

it all takes her on
it becomes her
evolves her being
she knows new time

the wavering moments
taught her new feeling
the wait
temperance
patience
pain and loss
hope and movement

she dreams through these days
it keeps her steady
grounded in dreaming
the passion pours on
it feeds her more
she knows where she belongs

no longer lasting in times divide
she created these embers
flickered through feeling
teaching her of what’s to come

we know we may lay these roads ahead
ground work becomes vision
becomes times
bleed for me now

the blood of knowledge
ephemeral history
tested to nothing
holding us still

keep me longer
tie me to your being
it feeds these nights

your skin to mine
the warming of warmth
beauty of feeling
the heat becomes the fall
the fall becomes the moments

it sees more time
of melding and deepening
rhythmic falls of breath
transcendental movements
we speak in tongues
you guide me on

sine die

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designs – sine die by beetle

photographed by lisa gallo

modeled by beetle

the agony and ecstasy of leaving

she bides her time         
through filtered lights
and filtered moments
she knows what it takes
to fill the instance
shes not sure she has it in her

too much time
tied up in moments that break
she fights for air
cause the poison is suffocating

time spent alone before sunrise
can save the soul
from the brink of it all

safety in numbers
numbered time mixed with the brink of tomorrow

she cries to angels
to give back faith
clear the vision
lead her home
she feels safe within you now

fall away
&
fall away

every hero has their memory of safety
time stood so true
it never had to lead you away
pure in the moment
lasting and nameless
held tight to the beginning

we bear the memories of what has been
and what is to come
it is in the knowing
locked behind walls of perception

lift me now from these moments
lasting and weary
too much holds me down
i lost flight

nowhere to run
it always comes down to now

face the demons
who chase you down
haunting and dark
always bigger after vision

time collapses to the present moment
too worn to run
too lost to fake knowing
that voice is there
but it dosen’t always sound like home

she waited for days to change
for the links to connect
and the footing to feel safer

solid ground
to solid touch

stability comes after the surrender
free fall from these moments
it’s gripping
it’s tired
she needs it to turn around
to lead safety to home
release and be found

the excommunication of communication

we design these layers
and pull apart our souls
served up in moments of lost expanse

i divide time between the beginning and the end
hoping for wayward glances of time to come

we search our souls
for the meaning of every moment that passes with time
hoping for the vision of the ways to come

i am tired of the lights that burn so bright the soul rips open from momentary expanse

time never sealed it right
it never made the way home better

i hoped for a new vision
new times
new ways to heal the ending

i falter through days wondering where time leads

where does hope lay for the taking
mending and repairing
cleaning old wounds
tying us tight

the feeling still seeps through the seams
i havent completely expelled you out

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