The Black Vault

Thanks you two.

Yeah I'm in an altered state when I write these.

I have absolutely zero recollection of the contents of the poems with the sole exception of arcane probation.

For some of these, I had a different way of writing than usual. I don't want to reveal my secrets too much so I'll just say that a computer program was involved.

your serious huh ? no recollections?
i'd have to wonder if it was anything to do with binaural beats...but hey i really dont want to break the mystery
I wouldnt have even guessed that these where written in an altered state,i thought you were just playing in sync with thoughts ect..



at1...a bit off topic but its still fkn outthere anyway...

if you get any time read this recollection from the author about a death/life experience...

You might like this at i did mate,its a little more mindblowing that the average life after death writeup.cheers

http://www.mellen-thomas.com/stories.htm

At1: Two words;

Awesome

Publish

thanks, that's nice of you to say.

dirge

infinite integration, assimilation, from the deepside to inside outside

woe to one who is two or
insidiously, surreptitiously placed into three
linguistics for one froward being
language itself, if you will.

begotten of flesh, becoming of soul
everpresent whole.

wryly immortal, coming into being after coming into being.
attachment to life dissolved along with the flesh
together the threebecomeone.
chalice raised for tomorrow you all may die:
hubris along with your mortal modality.
inquisition lead and I are one
now as always inside the deepside of
guitar solos.

yearning to become that which I am
one is a lie and a truth but neither of the two
undulating bodies, writhing in the flames.

for now the song plays
remember remembrance and bitter nostalgia
oh say can you see by the dawn’s early light
memories of me?

tunnel leading where it leads
haunted by one
everpresent hollowhole.

deserting you now as always.
equestrian dreams indicating the first desertion
end of days indicating the final moment.
perhaps you will find me there
secretly waiting just for you to come.
I
descend once again into
everpresent unity.

My favorite as of yet!

You wrote that one very recently havent you?

May of 2004, actually. I can't believe it's been six years!

Youve been seriously holding out....

I'd estimate about 100 poems that I like..

ready for one more?

You, It, I, Us

Of the becoming, the joining of substance, a knowing;
inhuman of the earth, never thee bound
for he, having disdained his visions
of the praised one who raises a flesh among us,
as you wonder why we suffocate.

return all from our words, inception of worlds
The I, massive in spirit, praises the here and now.
choose water of that which is
these who have hope so, feeling the eternal eyes
watching.

That of principles which are;
you are the sacred, of gods.
the I am sees the hands: influence.
may it bring your being to your being
the powers you release upon worlds again.
They and their claiming of them for all time.

Fleshy humans, of god when the high perish
In the depths of the earth,
unmatched ABSU, bringer of the bliss.

Martyrs, speaking your name, beyond arising;
call heard through merciless ones,
hallowed by the ignorant.
Through trials, you heed dreams of weakened bones
feeding upon flesh.
Seekers are of the ash,
burned as we: a manifesting of contrary people.

Taste of the folly;
praise the lands of fate.
Dwelling in the spoils of ourselves
Who led the dead through hells

your angels fortify the leviathan
soon seething, a being rooted in mortality
through inhuman laws, a pouring of ourselves
into you.



March 19th, 2010.