The digits flip

Couldn't have asked for a better beginning
The dawn of Decisive Wastelands
Of Thorns and wind sculpted sand
Born into being, of a blue moon eclipse

I'm Entranced to a treat by the clouds' shadow play
And serpentine horizons gathering in a grand tale

Predators scraping the bowels of roadkill
Scavengers worshiped with diamonds and diesel
Pheromones infesting with a pest like frenzy
While the Parasites thrive to rule them all.

Tranquility of Zero G

I climb a high roof; and I get thrown off the edge
I fall, I finish, & bury myself.
Then I walk away to the edge of the precipice.
And I fly down the cliff.

as a draft lifts me against gravity's will,
I see for the first time
the essence of so many lifetimes,
descending through the axis of time

A building on a cliff on top of another.
I can just go on jumping out to the endless bottom
this innate knowledge may not necessarily be
A shared understanding nor will it become.

But it gives me peace.
to know how indestructible i am
Even in the stillness
where gravity will win.

The Machine Stops

in this small blip of existence
in a lifeline on a timeline
delicate threads folding
their way out of knots

there once was a steadfast bedrock
And I blindly believed ...
that it lay beneath and beyond all there is.
but the only fabric of reality is dreamlike chaos

cling on to what I miss the most
or claw my way back into dungeons and spirals

The machine just takes a momentary pause
when it realizes that it is.
And in all my self indulgence
I've turned hostile on myself

I'll make my peace within me after this...

Avarice

(Some syllables are not to be just let out in the open...
I therefore return to this repository of my demonic encounters with myself,
been a long break)

oh mankind i hear your cursed soul
wailing slob & sufferning cold

Killing your newborn dreams
Before they make you walk
your decaying faith
cause they act in unexpected ways
And you can't let go of your modernity

Always scared to fall in
The Abyss of evolved reality
Torching Everything once alive
Flames the only source of light
encapsulated and pimped..
what you always wanted.

I turn to sloth
to save me from
the wrath of my knowledge
The lesser sin
the highest crime
but we're playing as a team
aren't we?

Sounds like a secret organization but is a spider box

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cRoSS rOaDs

How great... or how vainly average
every passing moment in time
In the ire of a post Collision stillness
Inaction will be our only crime

Reinventing the steel
to dig out our humble bloody roots
and see what we're really made of.

spilling out our guts
in the face of this volcanic wind
And witness what we're here for

No Religion's no more an authentication
of mass manufactured human souls
No standards to validate our motivations
self destruction's become our only goal