u/Refusername37

Cornered dog,

poked upon bear,

Coiled serpent,

step into the dragons lair.

An air of smog, a raging wild fire, no fame, no laud still chase the desire.

Callous hands, bloodied knuckles, against the grain, prides beaten stained.

On a tight rope, a razors edge, one foot on the cleft the other a ledge.

Yet the irons hot in the glowing furnace, will you strike the hammer chase your purpose.

Against all odds, no cards of favor,
Do you seize the day or wait for a savior.

Cornered dog,

poked upon bear,

Coiled serpent,

step into the dragons lair.

An air of smog, a raging wild fire, no fame, no laud still chase the desire.

Callous hands, bloodied knuckles, against the grain, prides beaten stained.

On a tight rope, a razors edge, one foot on the cleft the other a ledge.

Yet the irons hot in the glowing furnace, will you strike the hammer chase your purpose.

Against all odds, no cards of favor,
Do you seize the day or wait for a savior.

Cornered dog, poked upon bear
Coiled serpent step into the dragons lair.

An air of smog, raging wild fire, no fame, no laud still chase the desire.

Callous hands, bloodied knuckles, against the grain, prides beaten stained.

On a tight rope, a razors edge, one foot on the cleft the other a ledge.

Yet the irons hot in the glowing furnace, will you strike the hammer chase your purpose.

Against all odds, no cards of favor,
Do you seize the day or wait for a savior.

Cornered dog, poked upon bear
Coiled serpent step into the dragons lair.

An air of smog, raging wild fire, no fame, no laud still chase the desire.

Callous hands, bloodied knuckles, against the grain, prides beaten stained.

On a tight rope, a razors edge, one foot on the cleft the other a ledge.

Yet the irons hot in the glowing furnace, will you strike the hammer chase your purpose.

Against all odds, no cards of favor,
Do you seize the day or wait for a savior.

The lay of omnipotence,

a spiraling exfoliation,

an exhale of purification,

traversing between time,

traversing between worlds,

bound by soul,

attached by body,

Immortal by nature.

A benevolent intent against soft bare skin.

Between our collision

where I start and you end.

A bioelectric love spark

That lit the ignition

that gave sentience
ambition

A love soaked fusion

the great solution

The lay of omnipotence,

a spiraling exfoliation,

an exhale of purification,

traversing between time,

traversing between worlds,

bound by soul,

attached by body,

Immortal by nature.

A benevolent intent against soft bare skin.

Between our collision

where I start and you end.

A bioelectric love spark

That lit the ignition

that gave sentience
ambition

A love soaked fusion

the great solution

One hand in the pantry said to the other hand in the fridge I'll meet you on the counter where we can confess our sins

Peanut butter promises the innards of the winner, call me what you wish my dear just never call me late for dinner.

Ice cream dreams fumble like a beginner even though he's cool and smooth with sticky hands and sticky fingers.

I could whisk a butter roux or knead some pastry dough,
But 3am my dear, midnight snacks were so three hours ago.

With a devious smile he says
"it's about to get wild, I just dreamt I was the rebirth of julia childs"

Cereal, chips, cookies galore, dinner with the lost boys a neverland smorgasbord.

Pudding, pretzels Turkish delight a midnight snack turned into snacking all night.

As he reaches for last of last summers canned peaches
a windfall of sweetness beseeches his weakness.

There on the floor upon his knees he eats it,

the last piece of cake his wife saved in her meekness.

With a flash and a crash to a holt time screeches.

He makes his greatest mistake and chooses the wrong sweetness to sleep with.

He woke on the couch weary and dreary with a pain in his gut from that last cup of dairy

Crumbs caked his thumbs
drumsticks thumped him numb, as he looks in the mirror "good lord what have I done?"

Brownies cover his face resembling smeared dung.

He walks to the cabinet and grabs the bottle of tums.

One hand in the pantry said to the other hand in the fridge I'll meet you on the counter where we can confess our sins

Peanut butter promises the innards of the winner, call me what you wish my dear just never call me late for dinner.

Ice cream dreams fumble like a beginner even though he's cool and smooth with sticky hands and sticky fingers.

I could whisk a butter roux or knead some pastry dough,
But 3am my dear, midnight snacks were so three hours ago.

With a devious smile he says
"it's about to get wild, I just dreamt I was the rebirth of julia childs"

Cereal, chips, cookies galore, dinner with the lost boys a neverland smorgasbord.

Pudding, pretzels Turkish delight a midnight snack turned into snacking all night.

As he reaches for last of last summers canned peaches
a windfall of sweetness beseeches his weakness.

There on the floor upon his knees he eats it,

the last piece of cake his wife saved in her meekness.

With a flash and a crash to a holt time screeches.

He makes his greatest mistake and chooses the wrong sweetness to sleep with.

He woke on the couch weary and dreary with a pain in his gut from that last cup of dairy

Crumbs caked his thumbs ache
drumsticks thumped him numb, as he looks in the mirror "good lord what have I done?"

Brownies cover his face resembling smeared dung.

He walks to the cabinet and grabs the bottle of tums.

The pages wavering behind the Helvetica font

resembling elephant grass that's aflame dancing in a green burgundy provocation

A bait dock amongst the backlit blue screen

as my finger bolsters atop to relinquish

only to be saturated into the fray enveloped and surrounded with a NeeDoh of pixelating conquest.

There's a glossing puddle of midnight black gelatinous mystery liquid in a circle slowly growing beneath me,

It exudes a gravitational pull tugging upon my soul and spirit pulling them toward the floor

my soma tries to resist as my eyes fall into the back of my head

I begin to tip and fall like a brick to the floor.

I thought I'd hear a thud but all I heard was a blurbp and a plop.

Down i drop Into the mystery liquid face first my face burst the floor is a porthole

A thin glowing blue light ties my hands turned fin

Thus begins a vortex ride with my eyes still, my vision still spins

A cascading spiral only my wings could stop but they'd caught fire from the scribed elephant grass now billowing smoke

Beads of sweat form steaming pools of tickling liquid

They fall extinguishing the flames and short circuiting the usb connection

turning me back to analog

I wake up on the bathroom floor aching with the cold sweats head pounding and the taste of metal in my mouth

Nñcd sea

The pages wavering behind the Helvetica font

resembling elephant grass that's aflame dancing in a green burgundy provocation

A bait dock amongst the backlit blue screen

as my finger bolsters atop to relinquish

only to be saturated into the fray enveloped and surrounded with a NeeDoh of pixelating conquest.

There's a glossing puddle of midnight black gelatinous mystery liquid in a circle slowly growing beneath me,

It exudes a gravitational pull tugging upon my soul and spirit pulling them toward the floor

my soma tries to resist as my eyes fall into the back of my head

I begin to tip and fall like a brick to the floor.

I thought I'd hear a thud but all I heard was a blurbp and a plop.

Down i drop Into the mystery liquid face first my face burst the floor is a porthole

A thin glowing blue light ties my hands turned fin

Thus begins a vortex ride with my eyes still, my vision still spins

A cascading spiral only my wings could stop but they'd caught fire from the scribed elephant grass now billowing smoke

Beads of sweat form steaming pools of tickling liquid

They fall extinguishing the flames and short circuiting the usb connection

turning me back to analog

I wake up on the bathroom floor aching with the cold sweats head pounding and the taste of metal in my mouth

Nñcd sea

I feel that I have to trust my senses as objective reality, maybe only a slice of a greater universe or a small section of bandwidth of a larger frequency.

It’s like to story of to people looking out at a bay with many ships coming and going. One says to the other “wow do you see that red sailboat they don’t make them like that anymore.”

The other says no there’s not a single red sailboat in the bay.

After arguing for a moment the first man walks over to the others point of viewing the bay.

He notices that a large schooner was blocking his friends view of the red sailboat.

Our senses are all we have to go with , subjective to an extent per individual, like in the story both people had different viewpoints but the both saw the bay full of ships.

test and or question the extent and accuracy of our perceptions absolutely. Writing them off as a faulty I can’t do it. Maybe it’s my attachment bias Ha ha!

I think our perception on an instinctual level have to be vetted with the mind. Through logic and reasoning. The greater the consciousness the greater the perception and higher awareness. This is where the biases are most prevalent. In large part we receive are knowledge from others who received their knowledge from others and so on. It could be generations back that you find the original source that made the findings and did the research to understand the process well enough to make a conclusion on what is happening or what have you.

Basically it’s the give a man a fish story.

Think of the level of consciousness you’d have if you were an high level expert in ten different fields of academia.

The aperture of the individual.

Example: you hear two loud sounds simultaneously, together they make one sound that you ve never heard before. Does the mind take the most similar sounds that it’s familiar with to make a conclusion about what exactly it was ?

Or does the mind logically think through the situation looking at the factors and probabilities and deduce that is was two sounds?

The bottom line is there was a sound

A vibrational perturbation in the field that was received That is objective.

Thinking about it a paradigm is only a subjective construct or a piece of the actual greater

“all in all” universal truth or the absolute reality.

I see my paradigm grow and shrink with each new understanding as if it was on a sliding scale.

You’ll never set foot in the same river twice

Born on bacchanalia

With a bong hit and a beer

With a throbbing disposition

To create a panacea

.

Mozeroth in the moon light

Candle wax between the seams

Gypsy moths rest on the porch light

While a fiddle softly sings

.

Two souls fly off in mystery

With newly healed tattered wings

The sound of footsteps in the

distance

As the Wagon wheels whisper dreams

.

Laughter shakes midsummer branches

In the dawning golden light

A raptor screeches from the heavens

“fare thee well dark of night”

Human-Huh reality you say? Whale oil bee leaf hue when you say it’s true.

-god, see, that’s your problem, your gullibility. I partially blame myself, for it. I always thought when you grow older you’d start thinking for yourself and stop blindly following your authority in the matter.

Human- Uhhh, what are you trying to say here god, all of our achievements, discoveries our great thinkers, they are wrong?

God- No no no, don’t jump to conclusions, your haste for certainty is was got you into this in the first place. Your achievements and discoveries are “mostly” accurate, your great thinkers are exceptional humans.

Human-so what are you saying Mr god?

god- Look the problem isn’t the few wise humans that have discovered the wonders of reality. It’s, it’s…

Human- IT’S WHAT??

god- It’s you! The rest of the humans!

You take it all for granted and don’t know anything but the one or two specialized aspects you slave over everyday! Everyday that you’re not running around debauching your mind away getting toasted and fornicating mind you. You are becoming more arrogant, lazy and naive every generation. You’re…

Human- Hey, huh, wait a minute… but, but, you…

god- Listen, take a step back. With all of your knowledge you have compiled over your entire history how much of that does the average person retain. I’m not referring to who had the most assists last season or who won best actress or where to find the secret power booster in level three of you favorite video game. I’m mean Real wisdom and knowledge

Human- god people just want to be happy! Maybe you forgot what it’s like to be human! The pain, suffering, sadness the fear of the nothingness of death, it hurts, we try to mask it but it never really goes away. People just want to feel some semblance of happiness.

god- you call ignorance happiness?

Human- some do say ignorance is bliss.

god- if you don’t know Eden exists I guess you wouldn’t miss it I suppose.

Human- you don’t understand! You’ve forgotten what it’s like to be human!

god- no You have forgotten what it’s like to be a god

Human-Huh reality you say? Whale oil bee leaf hue when you say it’s true.

-god, see, that’s your problem, your gullibility. I partially blame myself, for it. I always thought when you grow older you’d start thinking for yourself and stop blindly following your authority in the matter.

Human- Uhhh, what are you trying to say here god, all of our achievements, discoveries our great thinkers, they are wrong?

God- No no no, don’t jump to conclusions, your haste for certainty is was got you into this in the first place. Your achievements and discoveries are “mostly” accurate, your great thinkers are exceptional humans.

Human-so what are you saying Mr god?

god- Look the problem isn’t the few wise humans that have discovered the wonders of reality. It’s, it’s…

Human- IT’S WHAT??

god- It’s you! The rest of the humans!

You take it all for granted and don’t know anything but the one or two specialized aspects you slave over everyday! Everyday that you’re not running around debauching your mind away getting toasted and fornicating mind you. You are becoming more arrogant, lazy and naive every generation. You’re…

Human- Hey, huh, wait a minute… but, but, you…

god- Listen, take a step back. With all of your knowledge you have compiled over your entire history how much of that does the average person retain. I’m not referring to who had the most assists last season or who won best actress or where to find the secret power booster in level three of you favorite video game. I’m mean Real wisdom and knowledge

Human- god people just want to be happy! Maybe you forgot what it’s like to be human! The pain, suffering, sadness the fear of the nothingness of death, it hurts, we try to mask it but it never really goes away. People just want to feel some semblance of happiness.

god- you call ignorance happiness?

Human- some do say ignorance is bliss.

god- if you don’t know Eden exists I guess you wouldn’t miss it I suppose.

Human- you don’t understand! You’ve forgotten what it’s like to be human!

god- no You have forgotten what it’s like to be a god

There was a small light in a crack along the wall, as I took a closer look I discovered a way out of their house.

It would take time and planning and chiseling away the walls one small piece at a time, that way nobody would notice any sudden change.

I wrote my plan in detail in a small notebook diary that was hidden in plain sight where it would never be found. If the unlikely chance it was discovered I wrote it in code between other mundane and uninteresting parts of my life and the accounts of my parents behaviors.

The day came when my escape was ready, everything was in perfect order going exactly as planned.

I grabbed my pack and made for crack in the wall.

In the moment of my final departure I froze as if something took hold of my legs but nothing was there. Nothing but my own self the beaten down programed coward who felt sorry for my abusers and wanted to help them.

I couldn’t do it I couldn’t leave, I began to turn around and lower my packs when in the distance I heard a shouting voice.

It sounded like my mother and father but it wasn’t them or at least it wasn’t the mother and father that I now know.

I heard it again even louder it was them but young and they looked like me, they were shouting “leave now, go, go, please run!” .

That was the moment when the burden was lifted the moment that I realized that it’s not what happened to me that defines my character it’s what I do about what happened.

I turn back around, slide through the cracks and flew, like a freshly emerged dragonfly in the first warmth of spring. The weight was lifted the fresh air flowing underneath me lifting me to unimaginable heights where I could see the vastness of possibilities and future.

For a brief moment I paused and took a quick glance back into the distance.

I see my mother and father waking up for the first time and embracing each other in years sitting by their side was my little notebook.

Washing dirty windows

The pane remains infective Lost and hurting widows

sustaining pains reflection

Aperture lights collection

lenses bending askew the senses

Preponderance of providence

Divine evidence

intuitive intelligence

Ample ease full Ambience

pretentious faith in affirmations

Blinders blocking breed believing born for clout fake social weaving

Blinders blocking bereaved

Souls feeding off your spirit’s peace endearing

Reflection gazing the face to facing

Countenance your skeletons

Climaxes rated by knowledge predicated

Don’t bother debating until you see your programed training,

Leave your herded prideful pertinence and preconceptions vain personage with all holy cows you worship with.

Most knowledge of the truth you only took their word for it.

Never took the time to reproduce the first hand account the proof of it.

You can sit and tarry

Drunk with pride and ego married

Verily verily facts contrarily

agreed without evidence reproducible and primary

How dare we.

The thirteenth moonth

The neck that crushed the boot

It’s time your engineered perception of value is rebuked

sidereal aloof coof plebe in penguin suit

While

In digital dystopia pans handlers calcified the only piece of you that’s never regenerated in your lifetime.

Artificial data deducers intuitiveness-less metallic data deacons

Proprietors predicts paths propagated, pruning pretense with presented problems to precisely placate perceptions. Probabilities purveyed, predetermined parleyed to push personalities to proper pious pontifications a presented premeditated personality profile,

poor peasants purged

Take my word I'll take yours

trust the senses never ignore

Extract, purify, recombined

they lay wedded embedded a abeautiful reckoning

Amongst this earthy sea of trees there lurks a sultry beast of greed

Some know it well, others rarely see

A flickering moment in a sea of stars with three components and a hidden heart,

In love stained disdain with battle scars, shattered promises, broken piggy jar.

Watermelon ice soaks the air, nostalgia birthed on four lips shared.

The soul controller nailed in ponderosa, lying sobered fallen soldier.

A serenade with sweet conviction, clapped like thunder now burns like fission

As we lay unafraid,

on a sinking ship,

violins play,

hearts eclipse

Reminiscences rocks the cradle,

smoke em if you got em

when young and able.

When the Pipers payed off with compound interest

None thought they'd invest in regret.

Reaching forward tied to the past and all the choices that formed our path.

These placed us where we are today,

in this sea of trees,

we work and play.

I compost regrets along with joys within the ashes of yesterdays ploys

Dominoes fall, deeds have been done enrich your earthly garden soaking the light of sun.

Amongst this earthy sea of trees there lurks a sultry beast of greed

Some know it well, others rarely see

A flickering moment in a sea of stars with three components and a hidden heart,

In love stained disdain with battle scars, shattered promises, broken piggy jar.

Watermelon ice soaks the air, nostalgia birthed on four lips shared.

The soul controller nailed in ponderosa, lying sobered fallen soldier.

A serenade with sweet conviction, clapped like thunder now burns like fission

As we lay unafraid,

on a sinking ship,

violins play,

hearts eclipse

Reminiscences rocks the cradle,

smoke em if you got em

when young and able.

When the Pipers payed off with compound interest

None thought they'd invest in regret.

Reaching forward tied to the past and all the choices that formed our path.

These placed us where we are today,

in this sea of trees,

we work and play.

I compost regrets along with joys within the ashes of yesterdays ploys

Dominoes fall, deeds have been done enrich your earthly garden soaking the light of sun.

Amongst this earthy sea of trees there lurks a sultry beast of greed

Some know it well, others rarely see

A flickering moment in a sea of stars with three components and a hidden heart,

In love stained disdain with battle scars, shattered promises, broken piggy jar.

Watermelon ice soaks the air, nostalgia birthed on four lips shared.

The soul controller nailed in ponderosa, lying sobered fallen soldier.

A serenade with sweet conviction, clapped like thunder now burns like fission

As we lay unafraid,

on a sinking ship,

violins play,

hearts eclipse

Reminiscences rocks the cradle,

smoke em if you got em

when young and able.

When the Pipers payed off with compound interest

None thought they'd invest in regret.

Reaching forward tied to the past and all the choices that formed our path.

These placed us where we are today,

in this sea of trees,

we work and play.

I compost regrets along with joys within the ashes of yesterdays ploys

Dominoes fall, deeds have been done enrich your earthly garden soaking the light of sun.

In the minds of many a monster therein hides

They only show the world their faces when tears of passion cry

The tears unlock the windows where the souls and spirits abide

Not all monsters are gnarled beasts

looking to fight or find fear a tasty feast

Some are made of love's true sense

Although may lack in social acumens

Some are norms that fit in the chorus with ghastly deeds truly abhorrent their singing hymns of dirty requiems thieves feast usurers usurping.

From shooting stars and broken hearts these monsters all have grown from scars

They come in as many shapes and sizes of whatever verb their society despises

One persons friend is another's enemy, archetypes inside have as been past down for centuries.

You my love soaked alibi

I strip my heart with not to hide

See my soul taste my tears

My sacrifice blinded eye deaf of ear.

Step inside my sanctuary let my truth soothe your wearies

In your youth no time to tarry each moment is a chance be daring ,

Extract, purify, then combine to marry body, soul, spirit pairing.

Let them taste your conscious embrace walking in your shoes tightly laced.

No need to lie to save face if true to your self go walk with grace.