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Poetry News Post #40

Instead

Written by: Gatherer of the Arcane, Chimaera dar-Q'oia Ying
Date: Saturday, December 15th, 2001
Addressed to: Everyone


Brightning of the shadow, explain this to my soul,
Bringing to life, New, improving upon the old,
Underneath the static sky, a promise made above,
To wither away and die, to expose illusionary love.

Your pathetic displays, your cries, your dreams,
I sit above you all,
To forge ahead the Truth it seems,
Is hindered by the call.

I scream to the sky my passion, my hate,
My inconsistent thoughts,
My life has escaped the ruling hands of fate,
I embrace that which you've lost.

This churning of spirit speaks to me,
From deep within my core,
No more! It cries, it lies, it bends,
This New Me influx steps forth,

Deep within.... Alone without..... Sleeping awake,
I turn about,
My fingers now fibres, we coalesce.. language opaque,
Your words reflect doubt.

Ritual? Your energy is weak,
I overcome the thrall,
Entertwined now, universe speaks,
About the rooting of the fall.

I gather the arcane, I embrace that which Is,
I harness your energies, I Become. I am.
I alone am you. Together, you burn with non-existance,
I shatter the viel with my will!

Sometimes, we believe in that which the eye percieves. We feel... we
notice.
All illusions, for without an observer, they simply don't exist.
Awareness is the force that breathes life into our plane,
A plane of non-existance. I am. We are. The axis of my soul turns the
wheel of time.

Join with me.... Everlasting evolutionaries,
We ascend into the flow,
There is another world with substance,
But your mind shackles the soul.

Mediate my yearning. Show me a guide,
I alone contain the answers to which man has been denied,
I need no one, I need my Self! I need to see the Truth,
Your questions remain unanswered, and in suffering you'll realize.

Hear the quiet.. the force that is designed,
Let its whispers of nothing inside,
Programmed to desecrate the pretensions in your mind,
Hail the New Flesh, New Breed arise!

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Slyphian, in the year 58 MA.


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