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Quantum SpiritQuantum Spirit 5/31/08Quantum Spirit
Heresy, tyranny, tear in me, tear me in two. I do comprehend but understand not what I do. Am I just my consciousness or is my consciousness my brain. Am I receptive or is it my nerves that feel all things.
If I understand not than it is not to be true? And fallacies in my perception are in my reaction to. If I believe what I perceive, than what does that make me? I am the reflection of my projection and my senses are my being.
So if all my senses did die, would I be just experience? Would my only perception be within my consciousness? &nb
by ~AugmentedImplement
Sinphony TenSinphony Ten 3/24/08Sinphony Ten
I see these nine young ladies fair, with soft pale cheeks and raven’s hair, Beauty has graced their every face, O god isn’t fair. For them to have such perfect skin, their beaming eyes tempt me with sin, And every breath they take tells me to stare.
These goddesses that sway us men, just by their word our mind will bend, Obey their every wish; we are condemned. But obedient no longer I, for I do see where power lies, In corruption; embrace my sin, to score what beauty hides within.
In slave to lust, and blood, I cry, as I remove their pie
by ~AugmentedImplement
My Dahlia FairMy Dahlia Fair 4/8/08My Dahlia Fair
My Dahlia lies in front of me, and hums my lullaby. Her laughter like a memory, which plays before my eyes. Vermilion dress, seductive flesh, o god it isn’t fair.
Each new line regrets, in pleasure and in staffs. And across each claret measure I compose my craft. Her gentle face looks up at me, in an impetrate stare. She lies there so beautify, and begs for me to care.
But no, I must complete my works, though I do sympathize. She can not evade my score, even with her pleading eyes. For she’s the tenth, the Holy Grail; my masterpiec
by ~AugmentedImplement
What the Rose RevealsWhat the Rose Reveals 5/23/08What the Rose Reveals
Lift the Rose upon her thrown, Spread the ashes of palm and bone. Watch as the Spiders curtain burns. And the Maggots get their turn.
The echo of the moth does fade. The butterfly has clipped her wings. The seasons change, in tune with June. And the Sutures speak the truth.
Never greave; no never hold, the beauty in cycle. The path of new within the old, regeneration sees no form. Never leave, your always whole, the cycle is within you. The lies so true, lie like the gold, degeneration knows no course.
Lift t
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