moths to flames


she watched herself
walk off
to another vision
genuflected to her reflections
distorted her traditions
poured through her projections

she told the moon
to tell her when it was time
he listened
reverently
and cried back to her
about her current state

he said
the secret to time
lies beyond her perceptions
she couldn’t find herself
until she unraveled her mysteries

as with all phrophetic statements from the moon
she knew there were truth in those words

for the moon had witnessed all her various incarnations
carries her history
and holds her secrets

he counsels her in his phases
and pulls her like the tide
a current of words
that pulls her back
to repressed memories of paradise

and visions of her other

he

he will be brought to her by signs
that speak to her in symbols

he too will have been led by the moon

for the moon is the patron saint of all things wild
they always know how to spot their own

 many will be drawn in
 but not all can match her light

<<<<< where burning isn’t  about pain but the sustenance of each other >>>
>>>>>>> she burns deeper still <<<<<<<<

there is a history there
woven through time
one will expand to the other
and bring to each other new light

it will be real if you can feel it

time often tests her
to see if shes ready

the moon tells her to hold on

7.17.12

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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

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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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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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