Pure Soul

To you, one sense of touch is enough To me, one sense of touch is eternal A bliss of insecurity stirs me through infernal Perfect chaos in abyss Emotions allude through my mind causing uncertainty and eternal turmoil Clothed in Illusions and delusions I dine with insanity and obscurity Falling is one thing Falling right is a whole different story  I have walked on the surface and to the depth of nothingness  I have seen beyond the boundaries and edges of unsharpened blades, Fearful in nature but  weaker when it strikes. The soft touch of sharpened feathers The blunt edges of rusted faith The shiny armor of imperfection The loosened belts of hope The widened eyes of fear And the sweet silent noise of freedom, As I swift abruptly through hell to defend my vanity Blunt blades clash as ego is being defended Silent noise screams as chains are tightened Chaos in abyss, chaos in my mind  Scream harder, fall fa...

Before nightmares and terrors there were dreams and visions  Before slavery and drudgery  there were rulers and masters  Before ignorance and poverty there were wisdom and riches  Before politics and conflicts there were religion and crucifix  Before Nephilims and Pyramids there were gods and nothing  Before devourers and broken wings there were powers and kings  Before evil and jealousy  there were Saints and Lucy Before anything there was something And it came to pass from dusk to dawn, the heavens trembled  and the few mourn Powers were crippled  and kings were dethroned  Rulers were overthrown as much and rebellions were casted out as such blood fell from the deep to the earth and the earth could not hold its breath Beautiful blue sky turned red and morning dew flies fled The celestial world was filled with bloodshed and earth could not comprehend Chaos blasted thr...

Oh, he that walketh among the pure, your righteousness and grace were obscure  what has begotten your purity for thou keepeth hatred in thy heart  and has committed great tyranny  Oh, he that hovered through the morning sky, flying with great wings full of pride For thou unto thee they call butterfly  great hymns and songs thou heart glorify Allure, Allure, he, whose beauty endureth  Deprive, deprive, he, whose grace derideth What has begotten your humility For thou showeth great enmity Oh morning star, full of grace and wisdom Cruelty has blinded thou eyes You showeth great repugn to Him that sitteth on the great mount Sinai. Hitherto, he who sits on Mount Sinai, shares power with none. Full of pride and full of hate The heavens lay close And the earth lays bare. Casteth from the sky and thou falleth from high  with agony and broken wings, but with great joy the heavens sing. Walking among sons a...

My deepest fear is not about them My darkest fantasy is not to condemn I have been here before.  They keep calling  and I keep falling My deepest fear is not to loose somebody  but to loose myself while loving them  I deny every aspect of jealousy but it builds great enmity My jealousy keeps calling and I keep falling My egotistical ways make me fumble  and too blind to be humble  Many thoughts in me which are not real It makes me shiver and I know it's surreal  Can't control my thoughts  Couldn't bother  But to wonder  If my egos were really bought I have been there before and victims always befall My ego keeps calling  and I keep falling Lust, I haven't been myself lately Entangled in chains for many years my soul screams for freedom and reality  but it blooms great seldom fantasy Lust begets fear Lust begets sorrow but for him who is free of lust  has ...

Back and forth, he comes and goes round and round, he stays and flows Lucy never leaves. He just grows "Oculus, Oculus, Oculus" Lucy moves like a lotus juicy blues like lilies, none to focus flying in circles like a locus, he follows Lucy, I loosely loose focus but cowardly, cowardly I run in a haste greedily, greedily, he traps without a bait Lucy clutches without a break Down, down, down, we fall in a lake uhhh it's over, he has nothing to operate and I have nothing to hesitate driven from the lake and back on the queue rushing through the lines, I have no clue Lucy, I thought you flew we go round and round he follows and there is no bound Lucy doesn't enter, he just observes I don't utter, he says he deserves "Oculus, Oculus, Oculus" Through your veins and heart you detain through my vain and art I try to maintain nothing productive, so I restrain Lucy tries to lead and I bleed within I never intend to flee but I wish ...

On the left of the altar sit four nude mothers, breastfeeding their babies, three males and one female. On the right, the Pope sits alone He is clothed in black and wears a mask, one side representing the half-face of Karol Wojtyla and the other side, the half-face of Leonardo da Vinci. Before the standing figures, a congregant moves slowly and continuously across the altar from the right to the left carrying idols, crucifixes, umbrellas to shield from the  blood-rain lightning conductors, bull horns, dildos and dummies. Throughout the scenes they are heard from outside. The steady beats of drums, the bellowing of bulls, the howling of wolves, the hooting of owls, the hissing of snakes, the barking of dogs, the soft sweet moans of women being laid and perhaps, the snoring of men. Just as Luci enters in a solo procession, dark lights begin to shine dark with sounds of mystical, esoteric songs. Amid thick smoke-clouds of Indian hemp...