"People demand freedom of speech as a
compensation for the freedom of thought
which they seldom use."
--Kierkegaard--
My poetry, thoughts and ambitions... Ictus: A stroke or blow, as in a sunstroke, the sting of an insect, pulsation of an artery, etc. -or- The stress of voice laid upon accented syllable of a word.
Friday, November 28, 2003
Sunday, November 23, 2003
Eclipsing skies mount the eyes of the earth.
shearing the excess of light that exists,
intervening these dimentional planes of unidimention.
All a whole yet in itself many.
The crystallized sand beneath new travelers.
Exhales a life infinite.
Converting dimention into a mind.
Inhaling a number infinite.
Counting unidentified variables.
Synapses fire into a field of vision.
Rebirth is what it is.
Pure and in itself I have found his regenesis.
Possibility has arrived at the road of existence.
And here I was ready for explosion.
Griping the walls of the following.
Which had imploded long before.
I am over-perpetualized with peaceful attacks.
Bursting forth from beneath his cloak.
Photons tearing flesh.
Lighting up my eyes.
Revealing the ocean at my feet.
Revealing the existence mine to keep.
Scattering luminescence into his sky.
Regenerating pure genesis.
shearing the excess of light that exists,
intervening these dimentional planes of unidimention.
All a whole yet in itself many.
The crystallized sand beneath new travelers.
Exhales a life infinite.
Converting dimention into a mind.
Inhaling a number infinite.
Counting unidentified variables.
Synapses fire into a field of vision.
Rebirth is what it is.
Pure and in itself I have found his regenesis.
Possibility has arrived at the road of existence.
And here I was ready for explosion.
Griping the walls of the following.
Which had imploded long before.
I am over-perpetualized with peaceful attacks.
Bursting forth from beneath his cloak.
Photons tearing flesh.
Lighting up my eyes.
Revealing the ocean at my feet.
Revealing the existence mine to keep.
Scattering luminescence into his sky.
Regenerating pure genesis.
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Scribe this name upon my stone ankle.
I stand before you in a thousand year gaze.
Waiting for time.
When knowledge will lose power.
A birth of beauty that fills young eyes.
Unopened. All so bright for they were never used amongst your genealogy.
Flames lick the earth in colors inexplicable.
Regenerating the pure genesis.
Hide it from us. This fruit apocalypse.
Scribe into us. This regenesis.
I stand before you in a thousand year gaze.
Waiting for time.
When knowledge will lose power.
A birth of beauty that fills young eyes.
Unopened. All so bright for they were never used amongst your genealogy.
Flames lick the earth in colors inexplicable.
Regenerating the pure genesis.
Hide it from us. This fruit apocalypse.
Scribe into us. This regenesis.
Sunday, November 02, 2003
I want to travel to the holy lands, learn hebrew and greek er something and read the bible in its true and magnificent form... the way it was truely written. I want to interpret the ink on those pages into my mind and soul, not into english. I want to know exactly what jesus said. I want to listen to his words as they come out of his mouth.
This land this country (USA), used to have a god born culture but we destroyed it and it is pretty much deleted from cultural memory banks. We have destroyed a beautiful, advanced native culture that was viewed as savage through our truely savage eyes. I want to learn the history of gods creation. The true cultures of history and this remarkable world.
We have also deleted jesus... yes I mean this. The catholic chruch twisted the bible way out of context to the point that we are having a hard time coming back to the truth of what he said. Therefore I must seek it in its purest possible form, through creation. Not only nature earth and sky but the creatures that thrive here and not just animals birds and plants but the amazing humans that god developed and gave cultures. Gave ritual, history and purpose to. Amazing feats of wisdom and strength. Perceptions of mind body and soul. People friggin walking on fire for gosh sakes. I want to know their peice of god, who is not just the one who died for us "christians" but he is more. He created this world from the begining... it was not corrupted in birth. This world has been in constant contact with god weather you like it or not we are between hevean and hell... all that is created is of god, man compulsed by satan twistes his creation towards evil. We must look for creation.
This land this country (USA), used to have a god born culture but we destroyed it and it is pretty much deleted from cultural memory banks. We have destroyed a beautiful, advanced native culture that was viewed as savage through our truely savage eyes. I want to learn the history of gods creation. The true cultures of history and this remarkable world.
We have also deleted jesus... yes I mean this. The catholic chruch twisted the bible way out of context to the point that we are having a hard time coming back to the truth of what he said. Therefore I must seek it in its purest possible form, through creation. Not only nature earth and sky but the creatures that thrive here and not just animals birds and plants but the amazing humans that god developed and gave cultures. Gave ritual, history and purpose to. Amazing feats of wisdom and strength. Perceptions of mind body and soul. People friggin walking on fire for gosh sakes. I want to know their peice of god, who is not just the one who died for us "christians" but he is more. He created this world from the begining... it was not corrupted in birth. This world has been in constant contact with god weather you like it or not we are between hevean and hell... all that is created is of god, man compulsed by satan twistes his creation towards evil. We must look for creation.
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