[Lindel]

A mother's natural aura which motioned towards the oceans of FLORA and FAWNER
cured blue hued skin adorned her with fine emulsion poured PURER than WATER
she emotion's author, within scriptures written PICTURES containing EMPATHY
the late entity Decay she slayed with enmity, so Death IS-HER remaining ENEMY
with the energy of an infinity, her affinity was with the ABILITY to REASON
a beckon of hope with thoughts to provoke the TRANQUILITY through SEASONS
fertility and freedom reminiscent of Eden, a content DEITY roams OMNIPRESENT
all events seen by the higher being her peacock eyes DIVINELY glow IRIDESCENT
incandescent flames irradiate the sky's clear, petals PERMEATE the ATMOSPHERE
flocks fly near opals in her hair as ethereal smoke CIRCULATES her HEMISPHERE
only fear is the reaper's leer, so despairs if Grimm appears SNEERING at LIFE
she is where eagles dare to rear wings flared out for STEERING with FLIGHT
trails of kites soaring as butterflies fly alluring her ATTRACTIVELY fine FIGURE
the magic she wizards summons suns, thunder hums, storms ACTIVELY might TRIGGER
as lightning glitters and a mountain jitters at a flicker of her FINGER'S SNAP
bringer of spring, summer's summoner, autumn's dawn meets where WINTER WRAPS
perhaps its the array of rainbows that encapsulate making her POWER so GREAT
hours she takes to manipulate the flow of time, changing FLOWERS growth RATES
yet Death forever waits, ready to rape lady nature, steal AWAY her VIRGINITY
that'll be a Grimm day indeed, but she wont ever let him TAKE her DIVINITY
"It's him or me" she decreed, all she needed was the OPPORTUNITY to AMBUSH
pushed into a game of odds the warring gods had IMPUNITY rule HANDBOOKS
so she looked on page one and at once her face gazed DAZED and IN-AMAZEMENT
the tomb read: "both sides can be ravaged and RAISED for ENTERTAINMENT"
"but any atonement is measurement upon the torment you've CAUSED the OTHER"
she closed the cover, smothered her mouth and uttered "of COURSE... its TOUGHER"
out our mother's eyes rivers raced tears teeming with life's CURRENT FLOW
her nest of feathers blow in the wind, though not one of her SERVANTS CROW
as rows of her fine silk robe rolls behind her, goes LOOSELY in THE BREEZE
with much ease eternal rest's cold sneeze would PROFUSELY make HER FREEZE
she receives a seize from 'The Dark Deceased' which reads: "HAIL the BEAST!"
Today feast, for like us you'll rest in peace, pieced apart by TAILS and TEETH
in 1 week" she shrieks, as its thrown to the feet she UNSHEATHES A-WEAPON
laced in a venom she threatens "I will erase this cretin!" with SEETHED AGGRESSION
now all questioned her with "is this really our holy matron, the PATRON SAINT?"
her state turns hate, all of her vibrant color laid about as STREWN PAINT
now a feint shell of what her awakened self knew, no longer SHAKEN by RULES
all her love taken, nature is forsaken so she rides 4 KRAKENS like MULES
fueled by rage to duel a dark mage in his caged off FORTRESS across OCEANS
fought his court's immortal demon hordes in the dark FOREST of lost POTIONS
with no notions of stopping she was dropping every Orc and GOBLIN in SIGHT
ogre's rocking boulders couldn't hold her, the heart she holds THROBBING to FIGHT
hobbling light robbed creatures squabbling with gnarled FEATURES ADVANCES
she stances with her animal army clans clad in talons, FEATHERS AND LANCES
glancing the field, unwilling to yield she SIGNALS the ELITE AVIAN GUARD
out charged her squawking squads as war EAGLES formed A-FLEET AND-BOMBARD
bombs fall hard but this lands evil army stands to demand AERIAL VICTIMS
picking flesh and skin off any downed bird living, they WERE-REAL CHICKEN
but she wont give-in, as chaos begins to ensue, who stood the GATE KEEPER?
It was Mr.Grimm Reaper a heavily guarded creature, the Demon's GREAT LEADER
deeper in the pack than dared reached, yet she heard how BOLDLY he PREACHED
"Hail The Beast! at least you have reached, now I'll rest your BODY in PEACE"
suddenly she got dragged by a daggered Lich who stabbed her LOWER OBLIQUES
couldn't speak at first, just silent cursed then fell down ON-HER OWN-KNEES
at its belated defeat she rises to her feet and mutters "My SISTERS, BROTHERS
sons, daughters and others. This is likely my last orders, please LISTEN-TO MOTHER
'Atonement is measured upon the torment'" stammers out her last WORDS UTTER
"... caused by the other...". "Yes, a last breath!" death musters at her pale TURNED COLORS
"A rare soul for me to ensnare" but now all glared stares HOVER to-this STRANGER
they all turned to see death was only an amalgamate of MOTHER'S truest NATURE

SPEAKING IN TONGUES --

Dear Julius,

brick by brick, wall by wall, the empire is rebuilt, eyes narrow like a constricted maze
got our livin slaves switchin pace, cuz they're scared of thee and his vindictive claims
we are the modern day romans, an aristocrat society, belying thee which lies beneath
our lively streets, no facts or reasons, so I'm askin the pharoahs how to lead the dynasty
keep your friends close, the enemies distant, cure the sick at a remedies instant
keep the bazaars apart, the guards at arms, and if they die? keep the identities missin
confuse the townfolk, drown hope with a thousand boats, but watch out for rising rings
when you're the finest king, they'll stop at nothin to line your sinks and find your drinks
be built on warfare with a temperant, brush your queens head with horse hair omnipetence
court heirs and sentence them, till you see them fucked while the whores stare in lividness
watch out for tribes of rebellion, knives of assailants, for there is a price tag on your head
they will kill the dream with the guillotines and the high axe to your neck, hows that for effect?
you should fear the omnious violence, all the spears and obvious riots, weird but calmin in silence
let others do your deeds, remember to wash your hands of blood with the spirit of ponitus pilot
and let the noises drown while the ambience rises, start a militia filled with fathers and sinners
an imcompenent mixture of astonishing figues, but play along with the winners with prominent glimmer
let you speak of no danger, live in the sky palace with the wings of an angel, believe in the angles
the people are lethal and need you to dangle, and want to poison your senses like ink to the nasals
spread across vast parts of a nation, act heartless and racist, then reflect in cracked armor and braces
but if you lack karma and patience, then you will be one of the few kings to grasp dramas with basis
be aware of gold horses and less rich, but also think before you decide to force corpses to death's den
assort sources and let spin, be cautious of the plagues of rage and the storms coursin to test this
watch out for your time's Robin Hood, a rival for the lesser, keep your disciples with your septers
so lie first then accept terms, and don't dare deny Christianity if there is a bible in your dressers
and King....you know that you should believe in swords that'll peel your leagues of sorcerers yield
Kill wack troops, wield staffs through, build statues, make sure to do it with reinforcements of steel
be as soft as musicians, but see in your luck like karmas magicians, leave your name carved in a victim
start with a grimace, then behold the power of the youth and raise them up like the Spartan traditions
watch the fam who hope to damn your limbs, the same who just stand and choke your manly glimpse
Stamp your notes with candle lit, and last but not least, watch out for the man who wrote this manuscript


Signed,

Brutus

I keep having this dream.....

I'm walking down this long hallway. It is dark but has dim lighting, I can't really tell. It feels like a dream, but my sub conscience wont allow me to make that decision. I believe It's real. This hallway never seems to end.
The walls are in a color I cant quite make out. It's red and blackish but also not. It is not a color I have ever seen before but it feels to surreal to distinguish.
maybe it's a dark burgundy. Maybe not.
I'm walking down this hallway and notice a statue ahead that is so beautifully crafted. I cant seem to take my eyes off it, but I can't stop walking towards the end of this hallway. It never seems to end.
Where am I going? I want to leave this place.
I admire this statue as I'm slowly getting closer to it, but can only look straight ahead towards this never ending hallway.
As I walk pass this statue I feel a sense of dread that feels so real that I'm terrified but also calm at the same time.
I just keep walking.
This inanimate statue, why is it here? It is so beautifully crafted.
I walk past the statue and continue down this dark hallway looking straight ahead. I want to look back but can't.
The Statue's head turns to follow me down the Hallway as I walk past it.

I will never escape this matrix. It will basically enslave my brain Next.
Stay set. I'm reaching for the pinnacle of an Apex.
So I equate stress to A theory that never takes rest.
There is no reality. Reality is what you make it.
This thought? Can't seem to break it. Experiment till it makes sense.
Wait, shit.

"How are you feeling today?"
"I keep having this dream. I don't want to fall asleep anymore, I feel like I'm losing my grip on reality"
"You have been making much progress, Don't you agree?"
"I'm not so sure, Everything seems so real, even now"
"This is real, You have been coming here everyday for three years now, Would you like me to prove this is reality?"
"Even if you can prove it doesn't make this real, We do not realize we are dreaming until we wake up"
"That is an astute observation. I'll tell you what, Look at the clock, what time is it right now?"
"3:23"
"so then, If it is 3:23 PM how can this be a dream?"

The telescope only shows those things at a distance. The universe dimensions are vastly suspended.
If you're looking you can't miss it. When you listen it sounds tremendous.
Hieroglyphics to witness. Love. Forgiveness.
This pursuit is relentless. The truth of religions.
Not to mention there's no beginning or an end to A vision.
My existence is only limited by clueless precision.
Youth and ambition. Losing and Winning.
Each chapter is amended by a useless submission.
Ruthless addiction. Why try defying the limits.
Even the smallest cricket is disguised by it's brilliance.
We are thrown into the abyss like a kite or a discus.
Such a beautiful horizon just off in the distance.

I just keep walking down this hallway, It never seems to end.
The walls don't even seem real anymore.
I keep walking, but I feel so panicked. I want to run away from this place but I just keep walking.
I see someone further down this dark hallway. Hello?! HELLO?! no answer.
I am closer. I feel panicked.
I notice it is the same statue I just passed, it is so beautifully crafted. But how can this be?
This hallway never seems to end.

I'm lost in a dream. A glitch in the conciseness stream.
It's all that it seems. Or is it? Yelling HELP as I Scream.
gnihtyreve si sdrawkcab. Ma I llits ni a peels?
PLEH EM! I peek gnillaf dna siht noynac si peed.
M'i gnileef decinap dna t'nac ehtareb!
M'i degamad dna oot kaew, ydobemos pleh em esaelp!

"So how does that prove that this is reality?"
"When you are dreaming you can not make out numbers clearly, It is a side effect of the Dimethyitryptamine that is being released from your pineal gland during REM cycle sleeping"
"What if my brain released too much of it, and that's the reason I can't seem to differentiate reality from illusion?"
"That is not the case, I assure you this is reality. It is 3:2^z and you are on my couch talking to me"

Said the beautifully crafted statue.

Before the worlds collide ……


Night and day, Miss mezzaluna overlapping Her relatives
golden crescent half-cousins, Solaris' spastic development
dramatic, intelligent, red hair, flaring fiery as dusk,
Evil archangel God's children secretly lust ..
a media plug that even rumors & conspiracies trust -
so when she died, all of humankind was equally crushed.
the peaceful, the lush, soft grass, imagine it's vibrance,
where only babbling brooks could break a natural silence.
static eruption, brainstem buzzing, practically mindless
The beaten path of a pathogen programming its' virus,
projected demon - white plaster walls & holograms of Osiris
Phantom in a Peacoat, staged theatric disguises,
waterfall rock-walls, moss-coated, scattering cypress
robotic arms, solar charged automatic devices;
hands outstretched in a bow, tipped top-hats to your Highness
it's all downhill once a pattern arises..
if magic is priceless, physics fall into poverty,
cuz hope & prayer are the dominating modern commodities,
mysteries, unanswered crimes, such obvious oddities
like documenting laws to govern art or philosophy
balance primal id, instinctive ties, & hostile monogamy
constructing sandcastle properties for blossoming colonies,
divine apotheosis, known apostles of Socrates
Visible to the naked eye but not in photography.
a solid anomaly to spice the moment, stuck in this madness
purgatorial plateau between His dungeon and palace,
scales go bloody red when measuring our functional status,
it only takes a single shift to suddenly vanish -
there's another world around us, hidden under the magnets
where all emotional reactions trigger colorful flashes,
spectral seas, tsunami waves, a stunning abstraction
Chinese new year celebration in the lungs of a dragon ..
Voluptuous passions, shadowboxing candle reflections,
using liquor as a trojan horse to battle depression.
live every moment for it's imperfections, casual tension
and the adolescent pleasure of a vaginal entrance.
past or the present? take a sec to answer the question,
then summarize your reason in one accurate sentence.
evidence is clear - the human, sadness-dependent,
using history as a crutch to mask a lack of progression.
molasses black apparitions, Hades' shadowy henchmen
evaluate our mental state through telepathic assessments ;
reality's destined .. Etherealness is a practiced emergence
to transcend atomic bonding at it's tangible surface -
there's no man behind the curtain, no infallible purpose,
though we're not alone .. trust me, i'm a rational person.
gas matter resurges, transparent window locked from inside,
we've been dead since the minute we were oxygenized.
there's a faraway kingdom where apocalypse thrives,
promoting dollar beer specials & a positive vibe ..
Minds fry at early ages, but their bodies survive
it's never been so strangely clear ..

we've gotta collide.