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ΠΡΟΤΑΞΙΣ | PRÓTAXIS:
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Wake
And make
What you can
What new is then
To climb to the stars
Defy all nears and fars
In all your days and the nights
To gather new places and sights
Climb up it will now, up to the wake
Appear all then will and all is at stake.
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ΤΑΞΙΣ | TAXIS:
ΕΙΣ | HEIS
I. Haze
Waking and aching
And pounding and sounding
The thoughts so demanding
In sorrows all standing
And waking and making
Away with the fearing
Away now I'm steering
Away from all stand-still,
Away and towards now
Towards what must matter
Must matter far faster
Far faster and thorough
And thorough in sorrow
The dreams that now hit me -
Reality bit me -
The dreams - are it dreams then?
The dreams, yeah, deep down then,
The haze now is starting
A promise not given
So none is for striven.
II. Maze
The thoughts seep by
Soon catch the eye
No worth in here
No, never fear,
Just never trust
Just always look
The path you took
Remember not
The steps are gone
The steps are far
Remember them
However far
Remember not
Remember them
The path in front
No sight it flees
No sight you see
The thoughts so sought
They lose you here
You're kept in fear,
No time to see,
No time to flee,
No neither place,
No neither face,
Just all this haze
In wildest maze
The steps to climb
Ascend awry
And ask not why
The rhyme askew
The rhythm so
Afar is all
Unheard your call
Evade - Confront -
And lost you'll be.
III. Craze
No matter where
No place to adhere
No time is your home
The tempests you bore
The tempests you're through
A shadow but are
They catch you from far
From far-reaching hide
From long-lasting stride
They shatter with might
They shatter what might ever had -
No reason they see
The thoughts soon do flee
The fire sets in
They thoughts stay within
Are crazed
In the maze
And its haze
IV. Place
The storms you may flee
Too indistant are
Too near, not quite far,
The places they reach
Are set then to breach
They cannot withstand
Now could they resist
Resistance so futile
And futile till end -
What vict'ry is ours,
For short-term it stays,
But set back for maze
And stablest so place
To chaos returns
To order adjourns
But chaos is stronger
And chaos is starker
And chaos is darker
No places it shelters
No place it excludes -
And frail it exudes.
The days soon are gone
The nights us embrace
In night's darkest place
A shadow you are.
V. Pace
What once so still
Speed up it will
What once in peace
Will peace then cease -
Accelerate
Disintegrate
Not wait
But act
No word
No fact
The thoughts run wild
The air not mild
But raving craze
With deadly space
All in its path
The fate caught hath
You can't
Evade.
VI. Nays
Deny the truth
Deny all life
Deny reality through jive
The walls now break
The time will shake
Disintegrate
Commemorate
And delegate
Affirm - deny -
Your yes a yes
Your nay a nay -
Deny the lie
Confront the truth
No ways can soothe
However smooth
The facts of life
For facts we strive
But fiction all
Denying
And crying
Distorted image
Whim
So dim
And black is white
All greys subside
And gone all hope
Below this yoke.
VII. Base
Wherever you're standing
The ground now is bending
The base almost lost now
The rules from within so
Are torn all apart now
Whatever then smart once
Askew and just broken
The night has awoken
No use
All apart now
So loose
Once joint
Now lost
In dust
To dust
To nebulae fleeing
A refuge not seeing
All ground is just lost now
And not coming back
Illusions destroyed
Excuses so void
Apologies rejected
Experience abjected
Home, once sweet,
Altered now, beat,
Have died all the roses
The fence fall'n together
The bricks holding ghosts now
And haunted what yours so
And lost is it all
Remains just your fall.
VIII. Gaze
The truth now descending
Your self not ascending
But falling just deeper
Who once seemed your keeper
In humanoid shape
Gets lost in the maze
Remains just your gaze
Afraid and so trembling
In distances rumbling
The tremor and shaking
And underground waking
Which now is to come
Soon
Can already stun
You
Of friends now then none
Are
In distant a hum
Too
And now you seem
Late
And heavenly gate
Once close
Now seems closed
And diff'rent a portal
You're standing before now
So gaze just and wonder
You're late,
Going yonder?
So where are you going
And where have you been?
IX. Face
The look on your face now -
I cannot describe it
Too stunning, too laughable,
And not at all adorable
And fading
It all
Just having it realized
Just having had it all figured out -
Just bad luck.
Or bad planning
Or just
Just
Just not just?
Just not quite thorough
Was not it within you?
And had you not heard it?
So, may have abhorred it,
But nevertheless,
The rules of the game
Remain still the same
A game then it is
Not always a bliss
The look on your face,
O my ...
X. Days
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ΔΥΟ | DUO
I. Nights
So days remain empty
And night has befallen
The days were not worth it
The days are just gone now
But night is what's fallen
Not yours is the choice now
A shadow've become you
A mask shows with-out you
And crying with-in you
Can protest you, however,
However then strong now
Persist will just darkness
Till know you your starkness -
No God has here put you
The fault lies within you
And so does salvation -
The thorough equation
Equates all the living
And shows you the giving
No age-old denial
Can change this,
Nor trial
II. Flights
So, flight you are taking
Compliance you're faking
Deep down but escaping
The troubles too aching
The sounds soon escape you
The silence grows starker
The howl grows within you
The colors grow darker
Till blind you in madness
It strikes you as courage -
And maybe it is
For inside, there's thinking
But outside, just sinking
Betrayal! They're crying
Defector! But lying
The thing you are fleeing
Is just what they're seeing -
You flee their perception
Constructions, rejection,
And all genuflection
To them, you're just crazy
Your thoughts just too hazy,
If not you surrender,
Your thinking, your tender,
Remain just yourself
And human foremost!
Receivest no rewards
Just staring and stuff,
Your world is another
Still filled with the wonder
The awe and the truthful -
And saved you may be.
III. Sights
New sights now approaching
New spaces encroaching
New concepts emerging
And old then converging -
And time is a player
And adding a layer
And layers then to it
And leaves it to work -
And all but collapsing
And all soon at stake here
And time still elapsing
The sights laying bare now -
Amongst them some old,
Amongst them some new,
But all in collision
And all in your vision
What finds you prepared
Will help you be spared
But still be alerted
So much be averted -
Prepared not you are -
And safe not by far.
The sights are demanding
Reality bending
And spaces negating
For silence not waiting
Just thorough and plain
All strength is in vain
All virtues to hold
The cards not to fold
The wall now converging
The sights are now searching -
And you are their object,
Not seeing yourself
But seen so much more -
Apart now they tore
Your proper defenses
Immunity gone
And all you thought won
Has vanished from sight
And joined in the night.
IV. Heights
What once horizontal
Now pushed into height
And staring from down here,
Just seeing your might:
It's nothing, it's nil, and it never was true:
And dwarfed all your being and broken right through -
The distance so crying
All life so denying
Humanity gone:
And caught you in stun,
The prospects so sinking,
Whatever was linking
Now ruptured, disjoint:
All rhyme will have broken,
All harmony past -
What enters your sight
Will spur you to flight
Or staring in doubt -
But don't you turn back,
Lot,
For yours isn't heights
Nor judgement-lacked sights,
What mod'rate and small
Now crushed by what's tall
And you?
Intimidated -
Awed -
Terrorized -
Enlightened?
Whatever - don't matter
Beyond space and time
There's just the sublime.
V. Tights
All movement now gone
Art standing in stun
Thou art standing in space
Enfolded by all of this maze
Standing in time,
Enfolded by days
And all the sublime
To terror will flee -
It horror may be.
Now trembling of fear,
The greatness too near
The heights closing in
The lights - sadly - not dim
And all falls now in
And falls into you -
Your défense, your might
Has fled into flight -
And tight are your nerves
No muscle you serves
No thought leads to move -
No spark leads to thought,
Art terrorized,
Immobilized
VI. Mights
No way to enforce it
No way to ignore it
Your powers, they're gone -
They still seem be lurking
Or are they just mirking?
And faking existence?
And trust - is it founded
On grounds fondly grounded
Or rather but shaking
A stand never making
But always avoiding
The fight they be fighting?
Your mights you so straining,
But movement not gaining
Momentum not reaching
But still it are teaching -
Come time, come solutions -
And all evolutions
Now rise and just face it
You needn't embrace it
You still can deny it
You needn't outcry it
And monsters not looked at
Might just disappear.
Who knows.
But when they are striking
Be better prepared.
Why should you be scared?
What should you be scared of?
Not alien they are
Nor come they from far -
Inside from they rise
In shabby disguise -
But yours wholly are
From you not ajar:
Yourself you are facing.
VII. Fights
Yourself you are chasing
Yourself then encasing,
Your self then much longer
Your limits transcending
To linkage ascending
The other's your own -
Your own is another's -
And diff'rence constructed
And justice obstructed
Cosmology hurt -
And so much inferred
And so much wrong taken
So stirred and so shaken
And sense never making -
However, it faking -
And shining their masking
Contrived but their asking -
And they - who is them then?
And trapped we again
And all cute divisions
Are bleeding incisions,
The blood is our own -
And shattered our bone.
VIII. Plights
Behold those who suffer
Excluded they are
And just out of sight -
How nicely, how smooth,
Perception averting,
Just hidden in sight -
What obstructs cannot be -
And those who do see?
Who's strong, who is weak?
The answers don't leak,
Are hidden in shadow
And shadowy matter -
And buried in thought -
And heart there is naught -
Just awful compassion
A pounding obsession
But serving division
And plight is a vision
Asserted and talked of -
But still it is us
And still it is them
Accept we don't can
Just tolerate -
And obfuscate.
IX. Rights
Just all so apart now
And all seeming smart so -
Alleged becomes true -
And lacking - a clue,
The prospects now facing
And shadows embracing
Just ruins remain
And all seems in vain
Once thinking returns
And silence adjourns
And "how to behold"[3]
Is crucial again -
No whether, no when,
No who neither what -
All questions seem dealt with,
The answers - a joke.
And all understanding
A giant excuse
And pity as hell.
The rights we infer
Are crushed in such bright
Obscured by the night
And fooled we again.
ΤΡΕΙΣ | TREIS
I. Weak
And nothing remains
And shattered all be
And buried in pains
That nowhere to see
And strength now gives way
No longer can stay
No longer pretend -
And now, it must bend
All human endeavor
Too small in this sight
All humbled by space
By time and by night
The stars falling in
Of nothing a kin
Of stardust we are -
And dust yet indeed -
And greatness so far
Pretension the creed -
Confronted, all's gone
And nothing we've won
Our hands now can hold
But how to behold!
This sight goes right through
Destroys any clue
And puzzles the strong
No right neither wrong
Prevail then here can.
II. Leak
And fading again
All knowledges are
Just fading away
No longer they stay
No longer to find
And leak from the mind
And flee then the soul -
And late but return
Too long they adjourn
Eternity-like
And almost it seems
They're not coming back
And all fades to black.
III. Peak
And majesty
So clear to see
So clear to fear -
In pain so near
Yet far from help
Assist they won't
Assist they can't -
And words subside
To size abide
To horror flee
In terror see
And all is joint
No phrase now coined
No thought now thought
Just awe-filled stare
Just everywhere.
IV. Shriek
Too stark to see
Too strong to be
Too forced to sleep -
In silent shriek
The face now rests
But rest not finds -
In agony winds
With bliss also joint
And silence needs be
No eating
No drinking
Just being
And see
The beauty is edged
Not readily hatched
Not singular form -
It is not yet born
And here, will not be -
In roughest a state
With darkness so linked
And never extinct,
Primordial
Not cordial
But rough
And edged
So dark
And bright
Dichotomy
Contradiction
Unity.
Flee?
V. Meek
And quantity
Is size
The eyes
So full
And filled even more
In blurring scope
The mind can't cope
The mind can't define -
Can't minimize,
Antagonize,
And scope us surrounds
To calmness us bound
In meekness us found
Surprised but we are
Have come we from far
But this isn't new
Unknown not its cue
As nature's within us
And always can pin us
From mind unto matter -
We do think us better
But mortal we are
From death not ajar.
VI. Freak
Don't run away
Don't run in fear
No need to blow it
No need to freak out
For death you don't know
So don't deem it bad
A gift it may be -
Not yet but to see
τὸ γάρ τοι θάνατον δεδιέναι, ᾦ ἄνδρες,
οὐδεν ἄλλο ἐστὶν ἢ δοκεῖν σοφὸν εἶναι
μὴ ὄντα·
δοκεῖν γὰρ εἰδέναι ἐστίν
ἃ οὐκ οἶδεν.
οἰδε μὲν γὰρ οὐδεὶς τὸν θάνατον
οὐδ' εἰ τυγχάνει τῷ ἀνθρώπῳ
πάντων μέγιστον ὂν τῶν ἀγαθῶν
δεδίασι δ' ὡς εὖ εἰδότες
ὅτι μέγιστον τῶν κακῶν ἐστιν.
καίτοι πῶς οὐκ ἀμαθία ἐστὶν
ἅυτη ἡ ἐπονείδιστος
ἡ τοῦ οἴεσθαι εἰδέναι
ἅ οὐκ οἶδεν;
[4]
VII. Peek
So watch it
And learn
No compromises
The bridges will burn.
VIII. Seek
Wake
And make
What you can
What new is then
And rise
To the stars.
ΤΕΤΤΑΡΕΣ | TETTARES
I. Find
Days so bright
Nights so cold
Nature's law
To uphold
And abide -
And to fight
Time to find,
Raise your mind
Find your fate -
Don't come late
Don't you hesitate
Don't you dare
Levitate
You're just bait
All's a ploy -
But enjoy
Make your move.
Size you seek?
Seem too week?
Size so build!
Don't you yield,
Don't you frown
Go create -
Investigate
Put poiêsis
To mimesis -
τυγχάνων μὲν
ἀλήθειαν
ἑυρίσκων οὖν
τοὺς νόμους δὲ
τῷ ἒν χαῷ
εξέστιν γὲ
[5]
II. Mind
To climb to the stars
Defy all nears and fars
In all your days and the nights
And places to be
And times yet to see
Not alien they are
Outside not -
Within you
And pin you
To choice:
Defensive -
Pro-Active -
And all those neat words
Your mind
Must find
What it needs
For nourishment
So bend
When you must
But not inside -
No talk abide
Just truth you seek.
III. Hind
In hind sight
Just risks
In logic
No bliss
Just structures
No soul
Emotions
The goal.
Needn't show them -
But have them.
And don't
Lose hope.
In questioning -
Strength;
In desperateness -
Haze
And craze
No logic -
But bliss?
Mediate
Don't deviate.
Survive.
But in sublime
No limits bind -
And none in hind.
IV. Bind
But
Legs on a ground
Air in the lungs
Food in your stomach
And water and salts -
And out them, you know -
And current a flow
Just through you
And binds you
To nature
And all.
Transcendence -
Ask Plato.
Or Emerson.
But still:
To body and mind
Your soul must now bind.
Wherever you aim -
Your body, the same,
So fragile, so frail,
Till sees you the nail
They drive in your coffin.
So know, where you stand.
V. Wind
Parameters set,
The risks roughly seen,
So up now you wind
Don't look now behind
'Cause now's not the time
And rest not sublime
Nor hesitance.
To gather new places and sights -
And up we shall go.
αναβῶμεν
Just so.
VI. Kind
Related you are
And nothing's ajar
One mind, soul and space -
Alone
Is no option
So all
Or none.
VII. Blind
The future yet hidden
The past so obscure
The present soon over -
So
Blind
You race
For impact
Brace.
ΠΕΝΤΕ | PENTE
I. See
Awaking
And making
What we can
What new is now
The time is now
The place is here
And nowhere
Else
Here is the ground
To make the stand -
You see
You'll be
And if not now
Then never
The See is His -
This See sublime,
Sublime in greatness, might and pain -
You see
You know
You feel -
Do you believe?
Do you want to believe?
Or rather grieve
About chances lost
Worlds destroyed
Words, wrong-employed?
Regrets don't work
Nor pitied self
Again:
You see.
What's now to be? What's now to say,
Or rather, do?
You know this, too.
Go on, feel small.
Or hear the call
And make it work.
And see.
Eyes wide shut
Soul wide open
So see.
And be.
See.
II. Be
Muscles
Arteries
Veins
Organs
Blood
Flesh
Water
Neurons
Blood
Urine
Hair
Fair
Dark
Red
Blood
Paws
Hands
Legs
Moving
Staying
Praying
Cursing
Assisting
Poisoning
Blood
Bright
Dark
Grey
Little Grey Men
Blood
Houses
Towns
Cities
Colonies
Space
Starships
Velocity
Stasis
Blood
Existence
Death
Blood
Extinction
Pollen
Eggs
Sperm
Blood
Alive
Kicking
Starving
Carving
Reading
Composing
Scribbling
Pure Nonsense
Pure Drivel
Blood
Earth
Water
Air
Fire
Stone
Plasma
Vacuum
Ether
Space
Blood
Kill
Resurrect
Resurge
Converge
Emerge
Emergency
Blood
Cut.
III. Flee
Realities breaking
And fractures just making
Conjoint
Disjoint
Come
Seen
Conquered -
In passive
Not active
The days gone by
And the nights
Go away
Lead astray
In supremae nocte coenae
Spectators
Speculators
Where are you going,
Where have you been?
The days gone by
In blood just fry
Blood
Hypocrisy
Stand?
Flee?
Retake.
IV. Me
Recordare Iesu Pie
Quod sum causa tuae viae
Ne me perdas illa die
Dreams deep down so dark and aching
Progress not the slightest making
Work and labor all so faking
All audacious moves not taking
Hiding fleeing come
No further
Come no further
Come not here
Don't come
Stun
Darkness quietly descending
Nebulae, mist, fog ascending
Light in darkness mixed so starkly
Through the looking glass just, darkly,
Truth not seeing, truth so hidden,
In there, out there, all forbidden,
Obfuscated and deceivèd,
All impeded in quod libet
Turning, yearning, yelling, clashing.
All so fucked that truth is lost here -
Recordare, Iesu Pie.
V. Thee
Lost it all
And not returns it
Lost it all
Or out of reach just
Notwithstanding
That obscured it
Single mind just cannot differ
Single soul just cannot grasp
Nor can it share
Grasp transcending to another,
See her, feel her, hear her talking
Never let away her walking
Don't be fooled
No chance returns,
This case adjourns
Another option
Not exists
No compromises
And don't give up
And don't you give up
And now in my thinking
A single intention
A single excitement
Just simple enticement -
Y cuando te miro
Finalmente yo spiro,
Finalmente, yo vivo -
Las difucultades
Son las de ayer -
El tiempo futuro
Va ser inoscuro,
Va ser más intenso,
Va ser tan más denso,
Si, cuando te miro,
El cielo yo veo.
Y otras las cosas
No valen, importan.
Son tu
Y yo,
No compromisos.
VI. We
Joint in cause
And joint in action
Joint in all -
No genuflection
Bow your knees before the Lord just
Human might is just pathetic
So it is just hypothetic
Fall it will
And fall it all
Neither is its moral tall
Just a pitiful excuse
Just a giant-leap excuse,
Those who reign, their might abuse -
So for trust there is no use
Neither is for hope for better
If not based on all, 't will shatter,
Break apart just on itself -
And still,
For the Thirty,
Socrates will be blamed.
We should know better.
ΕΞ | HEX
I. Them
But this is not different
And neither achievement
Nor levies a doubt -
The words now, they shout -
Call vividly, vexing,
So often perplexing,
Betraying, confusing,
Deceiving, abusing,
Inveigle and obfuscate -
So brilliantly do they create
By simply what they now narrate -
A web is formed, of lies a web,
But "lies" now is that harsh a word -
It's just what everyone has heard,
It's wish-belief
And comforting.
To lone a gunman
Do we cling
Or - even more -
Conspiracies.
The large ones all,
They are preferred,
And soon it's all
But us ourselves -
And "they" just poison
Every soul -
Grotesque a picture,
Threat'ning so -
But also, brilliant,
Clever so,
An all seems linked;
Coincidence?
That word's unknown.
Just all's a ploy
And we within
And cannot win
'Cause they are first
And nil is gained -
Each step we make
So small to seem -
As it reveals
Another scheme,
Another ploy -
And fall'n aback
Again we are.
Sublime a power -
Torn ajar
Are we between.
And have not been.
II. Stem
But do have been,
And now we are.
Originate
From who create
Us did
We know
And feel
And see
The father
The mother
They're clear
Aren't they?
And past restricted
Present now
Future - unrevealed
Past of past
Plus quam perfectum
Tempus est
Tempus erat
Tempus fugit
Tempus erit
Erit?
Quod quam modo?
τί χρόνος ἔσται;
τί χρόνος ἦν;
τί ἐστι ὁ χρόνος;
Times past
Times paster
Times pastest -
Or nearest
Aren't they all
Contributing?
Isn't Plato
Nearer to me
Than my next-door neighbor?
Or Emerson?
Or Cicero?
From where we stem -
Biology -
History -
Landscapes -
Mindscapes -
Who is father to our soul?
Or mother?
Fate?
Where are we going?
Where have we been?
III. Hem
And great such obstacles
That block our path -
And all now hath
It in its grasp -
So time's a predator
Lurking behind
Doors
Hidden
Overtly attractive
But still
Still
Calm
Waiting
Jumping in front of us
Blocking the sight from us
Nothing now done
Nothing and none
Staring we are
Staring
Not moving
Blood
Slowly pulsating
Almost stopped
With our breath
Or running
Like hell
Blood.
IV. Lamb
Thus forced to act
But stopped as well -
No time to think
No time to yell
Cuerpo del dios
Have mercy then
And grant us peace.
V. Ham
And caught we are
And hold so tight
And stopped from flight
If white
Or black
Don't matter now -
And joint in fight
As joint in plight
And joint we fall -
Or joint we rise.
No more disguise,
No more this ploy -
The time is now
And falsehood break
And truth restore
No word misuse
Nor highest call
The times to be
Just better be
More difficult
But we have learnt
Haven't we?
Have we?
No color
That matters
Just body
And soul
And blood.
It's one.
Red
Drink
Live
Forever
Blood.
ΕΠΤΑ | HEPTA
I. Free
So go
And choose
No limits bind
No thoughts in hind
No hidden motives
True
And honest
No regrets
No lies
Lies it all in your hand
Fate
Don't wait
Don't you stop
Not to the top
Don't you regard it
For hurt you will just be
And only will rise your pride
And darkness will catch you not light
And caught you for ever, don't you see
In such, there's no way to ever be free.
So fall.
The climax leads down
No pride
No bigotry
No hypocrisy
Just human be
And soon you'll see
It takes so little
To be free
Be
And see
That you wake
And fall
To the night
Don't rise
To the dark
Wake
Make
Can
Then
Stars
Fars
Nights
Sights
Wake
Stake
Blood.
II. Spree
See it all
And don't get spoilt
Hear it all
And do just listen
Taste it all
But mortal you stay
And speak
And share
Go out
Take
In a spree
Give
You'll be free
You'll be freed -
Not just meat,
Sitting rock,
Not just poultry
Forced into a container
Expected to produce -
See the wonder
Feel the awe
But don't you freeze
But go
Get inspired
Get going.
III. Tree
In a whisper
The woods
They tell
Tell it all
Like to share
Have, can spare
Do you hear?
Can you hear?
Want you hear?
You better listen.
An eyeball transparent
You may yet become.
Who knows.
Nobody knows
Who doesn't know the question,
Anyway.
The trees
Are life.
No nymphs.
No elves.
Transcendent.
But don't look for a tree in a desert
Or on the frozen grounds of an iceberg
Not even titans are there,
However titanic they be.
IV. Plea
Should you now come
To think
"He's losing it"
You may be right.
Speaking of trees he is.
He is.
I am.
Ergo
Cogito?
Or gibberish
It is?
It is.
Is it?
Go on, make your own poem.
But leave me alone.
Wake
And make -
You know.
And, of course,
There's blood.
ΟΚΤΩ | OKTÔ
I. Vain
Now
Efforts gone
Gone astray
Far away
Not to hold
Not to guard
Not to cover
I can stand -
Mind so bent
Mind so broken
All the myst'ry so -
A token
All the tales I heard -
Just spoken
Ill-imagined
Vain in thought,
Real in mind
Matter not
Will they rise?
Mind towards matter
Mind over matter?
All I see here
Matter shattering mind.
Size does matter.
See the cataracts that crush
See the waters that awaken
See the clouds move fast in storm
See the storm
A perfect one
And perfectly
All these illusions
Seem in vain
Are! in vain
See the stars out there colliding
See the energies so binding
Beautiful
But dangerous
Beautiful
But with an edge
A deadly one
And one to stun
And one to kill
And one to thrill.
All destinies
Are bound to fail -
And matter are we
Always be
Just matter
Dust
Dust to dust
Dust in the wind
Dust in the storm
Thrown away
Carried
Violated
Obfuscated
Disillusioned
No escape
No return
See me turn
See me fail
You're the next
Rise we will?
Rise we could.
Ascend, perhaps.
But don't you see?
The time is now.
And all there is
Are lies and ruins
Dark and ancient
New the wrapping
Old the wake -
And I can't make
And all I can
In now and then
Is watch the stars
And see the farce
And see the nights -
And darkest sights.
And when I wake
Has burnt the stake
And truth is burnt
And tides not turned?
All black, no white?
But greys in all
Big greys
Little greys
Little
Grey
Men
And closure
Never
Ever
Ever after.
See the books that are so burning
Past sepulchres open turning
Pastly ghosts again appearing
Pastly ghosts to wrong us steering
Resist
Defy
And don't
Comply
Or all
In vain.
II. Plain
See it waking
See it making
See it rise
In disguise
Or openly
Ghosts of the past
Ghosts of the present
Ghosts of the future
Ghosts without time
The bridges will burn
The blood then will turn
And hurt in your veins
Humanity gone
Insanity won
A soul yet within
But helplessly seeing
The deeds of your hands -
A shape just remains
A white, hollow mask
Be knives it or fangs
For blood is its drive
A scheme just, no man,
You see it now plain
All words so in vain
All weapons no use
And see it you will
In mirrors so still.
III. Sane
Or sleep
And dream
Don't you look! -
Don't you see?
Yours the choice -
Yours it be
Sane or not -
Who to tell?
Who to say?
Normality?
Come on.
The term of madness
Is just such a cheap excuse.
Lock it away.
Locks cannot hold
Locks cannot tell
Words can't define
Words cannot hold
Words are too vague
And so in flux
Constantly
For you to see.
Locked will be
Just human soul
Set it free
Risks you take
But awake.
?
ΕΝΝΕΑ | ENNEA
I. Ill
No excuses
No escape
No compromises
Go
Don't fake
Wake
Don't let it lull you
Don't let it bind you
Don't let it hurt you
See the magnitude of stars?
Forget it.
See the harmony of light and dark?
Disregard it.
A shadow just
And broken dream.
And should you stay,
Then it will strike.
As from afar,
There may be awe,
But comes it closer,
You're so lost.
And mind's
Astray
And ill.
II. Will
Take your force together,
Run!
Turn away from it,
So go!
All sublimity too strong
All the images not wrong -
True perhaps, and truest even -
But your mind too small to see,
Lost so many souls already,
Lot was spared,
But see his wife!
Take your will
And make it focus -
Sublimity
For gods to see,
For humans,
Beauty to suffice.
ΔΕΚΑ | DEKA
I. Rise
Wake
And make
And rise
From blood
To more than fears -
And all it takes:
To learn to see
To learn to hear
To learn to taste
And not
Lay waste
And don't
Let go.
No more games.
This life so precious,
Better wake.
Next stage's different -
But this one's short
And long as much -
And time
Soon
May be up.
Time's running out
Like in an hour glass
And so
Are stanzas.
Sand's up.
ΕΠΙΤΑΞΙΣ | EPÍTAXIS:
And now wait
And just breathe
Air take in
Nitrogen
Oxygen
Carbon Dioxide
Air push out
Nitrogen
Less Oxygen
More Dioxide
Feel your heart
Hammering
Blood
Push's it out
Draws it in
Hold your breath
Feel your heart
Slow down
Silent
Breathe again
Slower
Just calm down
First steps taken
Others in front
Now
Move again
Up the climax
Up it goes
Face it
Grasp it
Wake
And Make.
The matrix vectors by is formed
The vectors leniently so normed
Beyond diagonal so vain
Determines thus so little strain
In multiplied diagonals
A zero means that content falls
Or is expanded endlessly -
And its determinant to see
A zero be, a zero is,
And zero then is all there is -
A naught, a nothing, all in vain,
And all now caught in crying shame
And everything which thought sublime
Will neverwhere and never climb,
The climax leads to nothingness
A place so strange and not to guess
And Lethe sends forgetfulness
And all thought rich appears much less -
Illusions born, illusions killed -
But yet, this course not yet fulfilled
And yet, this course to run now through
Is madness, raving, lacks all clue,
And all delibèrately done
Appears much more like done in stun.
And down again this road, and fast,
And nothingness inside will last,
Forgiven not, forgotten all,
Remembrances to pieces fall
And imminent a break this is,
So call it hell or call it bliss -
All leads destroyed and home is lost
And all now void
So fall?
No.
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