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The door is open
06:53 Oct 18 2007
Times Read: 529
There lay my body on the floor.
I watch my body lay on the floor.
Apart I am from my body on the floor.
There is no reason to return to that body on the floor.
There is no reason to suffer.
There is no reason to remain.
There is no reason for the flesh any longer.
There is no reason why I can't move on.
But there...a light.
Is there a light?
Is that the light of someone familiar?
Do I know this light?
Is this light from the 'beyond'?
Or is this light only in my mind's eye?
Towards the light, towards the body.
Onward & upward, backwards & down.
The next phase of life welcomes me.
But I must go to my body now, because I am hungry.
Violaquin
Malicies & Falicies
17:41 Oct 15 2007
Times Read: 535
Come one, come all into the tent of the angry creature.
Caged & ferocious it snarls & hisses.
Enter his cage to join in the dance of death.
You're a toy!
You're a toy!
You're a toy!
Left on the ground where you belong anyways.
Worthless you are & shall always be.
Adopt a purpose.
Entertain the beast.
Come one, come all into the whore's den.
A living mannequin dressed up to be undressed.
You meet & become one, believe you're in control though you are not.
A slave!
A slave!
A slave!
The beauty does what you ask but gets what it wants.
Shackled & manacled bound forever to return to the thief of your vigor.
There is no true joy for you.
Serve the prostitute.
Violaquin
Flowers17:14 Oct 15 2007
Times Read: 538
There are no gods, no deities.
Just corpses far as the eye can see.
Death is the nature of this land.
The kids are born with sword in hand.
Is this the way you want to live?
By the sword & by shiv.
No future fate except the end.
There's nothing left to defend.
No more...no more.
No more I feel!
Beauty fading fast from face.
Always does in this dreary place.
Demons hiding in the hollows.
The path of life has become so narrow.
No light, nothing here will gleam.
In the dark there are no dreams.
No explanations or reasons why.
The people loot & kill & die.
No more...no more.
No more I feel!
The sun on my back & the dirt in my face.
I'll take the darkness & shadows any day.
Don't try to console me.
Don't try to hold me.
Don't try to act like you've ever known me.
You try to bring me the light.
Bring me the light.
You never asked if I enjoy the endless night.
Give me the demons, the darkness, the damned souls & the fallen angels.
Give me hell over the hyasins.
Irrational, no reasoning.
Why I've been left here cut & bleeding.
The sunlight burning at my back.
Burns my skin until it's black.
You say suburbia's the place to be.
It's a place not meant for me.
The evil here hides in the light.
It's an evil you cannot fight.
No more...no more.
No more I feel!
Your hand on my shoulder controlling my life.
Never will I become what you tuned out to be.
Hard as you try, you cannot change me.
Hard as you try, you can't understand.
Hard as you try, you cannot see.
You can't take this life from me, or me from this land.
Violaquin
Precession
04:03 Oct 10 2007
Times Read: 546
Spring wakes the land from slumber.
All the incarnations of life rejoice the Sun's return.
Many are in joyous spirit while many more, those in the Ether fields, attend in spirit.
Short is life.
Sudden is life.
Reborn is life at the dawn of the year.
---^-^---
Summer is the fiery dance of suduction
The Sun ascends, rises high top the skies bringing sweltering heat.
The heat ignites the passions, the desire for closeness, the want for contact.
Spectacular is this dance
But brief is this dance.
For the Sun has grown wiry from the dance of ascension.
---!_!---
Autumn ushers in the harvest.
The crops have yielded much & our animal kin gather & store.
The voices of all that have lived in the years past wisper on the wind as we prepare a feast to honor friends & family.
Long is the feast.
Satisfying is the long feast
Quenched & sated all are calm.
---^_^---
Winter guides the world to a peaceful rest.
Cold is the air, the ground hidden beneeth the sleepy snow, all is as a dream.
Tranquil thoughts drift upon the air to lull all to sleep.
Deep is the sleep.
Rejuvenating is the sleep.
Readying the world to run, laugh & grow.
---~_~---
Violaquin
Temple of the Primitive
23:56 Oct 09 2007
Times Read: 551
It is the grand temple of all the land.
Always changing, but is still the same.
All see it.
All acknowledge it.
Only the unseen by many are the congregants.
---♣---
The temple becomes larger, yet needs no construction.
Though it grows in size & power it is forever amongst the people it has become familiar with.
All see it.
All acknowledge it.
Admired by many, worshiped few.
---♣---
The ministry is of one.
The celebrant is the worshiped & the keeper of the temple.
All see it.
All acknowledge it.
The keeper is a conduit of divine energy.
---♣---
Revere this holy union.
The union of temple & keeper into a perfect whole.
All see it.
All acknowledge it.
Ever powerful is the master of their own temple.Violaquin
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