Buddah MAC
06-11-06, 06:23 PM
[Confusion]
I move often; still polar glares single we
out, stranded on this planet but only
the days can see the plea, as it can't
bleed beyond horizon borders – stars
hold the echo and forge the forgotten
to spin in-flections around shadow
vision: magnetic dream fields where
axes connect, pole II soul.
How convex are you though?
Polar to Soular.
I am connects(I)un and repels(I)un,
so I guess stagnance should be expected.
Noone hears. None are moved.
Noone hears. None are moved.
I set out, dislodged by faith
from the longitudinal conformity,
praying graces in your sake while
dimensions console you.
My destiny:
a staged assembly of aptitudes and
remembrances held fast at my dispense,
truth sheathed while I move stead
fastin your stead, fasting in time's
good interests.
I have been put here to destroy.
I have been called to deface
celestia and hold receding infinities
that dictate the seasons; disjoin
horizons into triads of dreams and
deem reality as an ever setting sun,
a body of ephemeral rigidity approaching
selves on asymptotes.
I have been chosen and shunned.
I have been blessed to be scorned.
Coercing all force-fields I set the tone
of movement - pushing minutes,
compressing light rays, shearing orbits,
refurbishing your universe of metallic reflections,
dulled and dilated –
I set out, once removed from the
shadow that is, and stab gravity with
polar glares that scream radiance onto
a grid of bleeding hopes. Your bleeding
hopes. I will be forever until the day
comes when you see in R.E.M.
Then will I be seen.
Then will I become you.
Then will I stray from loneliness.
You are not alone
.I am your only-if, truth set apart from
you, unattractive, compelling, shadow-dependant,
luminous, unrequited, unaccompanied,
unfinished. The day that will come
will pass through me first;
and you will know me in it’s glare.
[Buddah]
glare brilliant, those with warnings rockin shades
rest blinded to past lives as pre-set futures fade
wade in lucent rays from lunacy seemed reflections
for conformist predilections relates life with restrictions
“can’t” the banner toted and ideal appeals smoted
yet deaths never noted as already rose glasses coated
with opiates for masses, only transcendent of classes
sit through silent wars passive, that’s until the flash hits
in galaxies far, far away, watchers shook heads in dismay
at the distant planet were pawns never knew they played
so conceptual elders spoke to dead suns to relate hope
pieced together spirits broke and on interior awoke
the nuclear reaction of a soul unfractured crackin
into innards of atoms to give “reality” spasms
existence shifts in instants of unmissed hints
mystics had the vision but dark ages blurred decisions
on interpretations taken, since we slept & achin
from millennia of bed sores, bore to core that’s vacant
that’s when the suns awoken reach man in a spoken
form, and the night broken as once sleeping now evoking
images arise in photos synthesized
as sun rays provide the medium message rides
I’m Ra when droppin guise takin heavenly body brides
my sphere of influence relied as Earth’s orbit guide
I move often; still polar glares single we
out, stranded on this planet but only
the days can see the plea, as it can't
bleed beyond horizon borders – stars
hold the echo and forge the forgotten
to spin in-flections around shadow
vision: magnetic dream fields where
axes connect, pole II soul.
How convex are you though?
Polar to Soular.
I am connects(I)un and repels(I)un,
so I guess stagnance should be expected.
Noone hears. None are moved.
Noone hears. None are moved.
I set out, dislodged by faith
from the longitudinal conformity,
praying graces in your sake while
dimensions console you.
My destiny:
a staged assembly of aptitudes and
remembrances held fast at my dispense,
truth sheathed while I move stead
fastin your stead, fasting in time's
good interests.
I have been put here to destroy.
I have been called to deface
celestia and hold receding infinities
that dictate the seasons; disjoin
horizons into triads of dreams and
deem reality as an ever setting sun,
a body of ephemeral rigidity approaching
selves on asymptotes.
I have been chosen and shunned.
I have been blessed to be scorned.
Coercing all force-fields I set the tone
of movement - pushing minutes,
compressing light rays, shearing orbits,
refurbishing your universe of metallic reflections,
dulled and dilated –
I set out, once removed from the
shadow that is, and stab gravity with
polar glares that scream radiance onto
a grid of bleeding hopes. Your bleeding
hopes. I will be forever until the day
comes when you see in R.E.M.
Then will I be seen.
Then will I become you.
Then will I stray from loneliness.
You are not alone
.I am your only-if, truth set apart from
you, unattractive, compelling, shadow-dependant,
luminous, unrequited, unaccompanied,
unfinished. The day that will come
will pass through me first;
and you will know me in it’s glare.
[Buddah]
glare brilliant, those with warnings rockin shades
rest blinded to past lives as pre-set futures fade
wade in lucent rays from lunacy seemed reflections
for conformist predilections relates life with restrictions
“can’t” the banner toted and ideal appeals smoted
yet deaths never noted as already rose glasses coated
with opiates for masses, only transcendent of classes
sit through silent wars passive, that’s until the flash hits
in galaxies far, far away, watchers shook heads in dismay
at the distant planet were pawns never knew they played
so conceptual elders spoke to dead suns to relate hope
pieced together spirits broke and on interior awoke
the nuclear reaction of a soul unfractured crackin
into innards of atoms to give “reality” spasms
existence shifts in instants of unmissed hints
mystics had the vision but dark ages blurred decisions
on interpretations taken, since we slept & achin
from millennia of bed sores, bore to core that’s vacant
that’s when the suns awoken reach man in a spoken
form, and the night broken as once sleeping now evoking
images arise in photos synthesized
as sun rays provide the medium message rides
I’m Ra when droppin guise takin heavenly body brides
my sphere of influence relied as Earth’s orbit guide