the abyss.

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reflections of a life once held

quest

 

we have been dividing ourselves
between the quest of death and rebirth
she’s worn her soul thin
there is something more elaborate
then the schemes that we possess
played out moments
separation of senses
it molded her for further movements of time

she witnessed something more inviting then life can possess

written october 2012

welcome to the abyss

she showed up
a few years too late
high on experience
and worn out on memory

time took her away

shes been shedding skins
peeling past layers
raw from revival

she picked up again
in some lost world
found sustanence in the flames
that flickered past her vision
and burned from within

she takes her cues from the wind
and the fractled light
that breaks open each moment
and pulls her to her next

she’s been taken under by memory
and resurfaces through force

she finds her mysteries
coded in landscape
her answers
hidden in plain sight

time teaches us in silence
weaves us through the dark

she was left to bargain with time

watched herself wade in rivers of her own darkness

she found the heavens there
mirroring humanity
with its own rise and fall
because even the stars fall apart
breaking open to teach us through time

she plays martyr to the ocean
and savior to the sun

lover to the fire
and counsel to the air

she takes it in
and becomes her
transmutes it through time

because all she touches
rattles off in vibration
and alters at the seams

her visions seem brighter
after the darkest of nights
written 7.23.12

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

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

image found on http://impushingmylimits.tumblr.com/

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

image found on : http://weheartit.com/entry/11544587

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