nothingness + beingness are merely conceptions

this is the primal identity
what we left
for what we become

taken down by time
an unfoldment of forever

her time became her
wrapped up in moments
stolen by mind

she willed herself forward
uncovering her notions
unraveling her visions

darkened states
no longer fueled the flames
unchained by time

this is how we find home
we become what we always should of been

she identifies with a sense of knowing

that transcends all time

the limitations of now
don’t stop the senses

 <<< she senses new time >>>>

she found her way back to what
she would always become

written 2.6.12

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be careful what you water your dreams with…

she’s been breaking bread
with the savages in her mind

her self flagellation of thoughts
that undermined her sense of now
unearthed her reality
uprooted her senses
sent her spinning into new time

our new ways of wounding
distort the framework for knowing
we get what we become
due to a loss of now

she stayed stuck
to a past that presented itself in the present

she carried her memories
reflected them in mirrors
then lost all sense of sight

she became her distorted vision
prophesied her becoming
through perceived notions of then + now

bottomed out
in blackened nights

she shattered those visions
laid it all to rest
for the sake of survival

she began to be here now
no more escapes from never
no more fleeing from sight

she met with her monsters
toasted her sins
the essence of emptiness
the dangers of becoming too light

she began to live in visions of now

written 2.5.12

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archaic revival – the last sane moment we ever knew

she has undone herself
since the dawning of time

held down by fevers
and flushed by the forgotten
she began to become
where there was never space before

she unearthed these parts of herself
that were once blackened by time

taken out
uncovered
excavated the arcane

the dwellings of minds door
holds home for the lost sequence of life

once remembered can
shed light to the infinite

she found home
to the wills and the ways of a lost notion

she became
what wouldn’t become

written 2.4.12

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in irons

she loves the ways of the world
that fold underneath her skin

pinned down by time
and kept there for her becoming

she began to become
evolving in her motions
seeing history repeat
and prophecies rein true

the secret notions of would be breaths
poured through her nostrils
seeping out her pores

her essence escaped her
dividing itself

multitude of magnitude
transference of being
her one to the many

written- 1.12.12

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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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