The Black Vault

"god forsaken poetry"?

more like god gifted


at1..on your worst days..when you are like.."I am sucha crazy loser" please remember your awesome mind and your awesome poetry...your..oh so unique view of it all (God treasures that most of all, I think)

we..who got so lucky as to witness that..we are lucky and expanded for it.

You are a gift

water in the desert for some people..

know it and don't ever forget it..even on your worst days

means a lot to me, thanks.

This one is related to the 13th floor thread..the matrix is just a modern-day version of an old thought: is this somehow unreal in contrast to something more real that we don't ordinarily experience?

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I call it the critic.

The Critic

align the wards, those that speak foreign words won't fill the
void beneath this strain of lords beholding the wrath sated
only when the cleansing devours the false animated piles of
clay. stains remain showing the last sign, convoluted by
design. messengers from the sky through a cosmic lens bring
humanity into focus indifferently substantiating its
malleability through subterfuge; the Lovers womb and tomb
embrace the center, shrouded by the circumference: the wall
between the Actors and the Audience. The Director pulls the
strings of the marionettes on Stage, the empty slabs of lifeless
substance given the gift of life by the Author who becomes the
Script. Fortunate are the words written for they become the
Actors. Fortunate are the Actors for they become the Author.
to exit Stage left one merely divides unity by naught
producing something from nothing: Audience from Actor.
realization sets in: they play themselves and impotent is the
unread Script, the Script without them. pretense breathes life
into the costume, animating form.

Written Sept. 28, 2009.


The Author could be God and the script could be God's plan... who knows?





Another from my recent collection

Creed


Of your hate of the u-mu zi-zi
Perfecting thy I by light, light the flesh of these heathens
We are of your fury
Man this tried, shall know
I am seeing.

Is your behavior to add to the ignorance of the mother?
Eternally seek now the mundane?

Turned and expanding, praising Za-kam, the unguided one
Thine dawning, you hear the flash voices
The blowing, you’ve done this pulling and killing of souls
Victory is to see The Change, whose strength a dawning of a flesh so.

Ha-elm the “You Are” to worship Anunnaki.
Sickness in being’s hands. Speak and crush, release the bound, to taste.

Spirits destroy the arisen.

Wake the way-connection
Manifesting through blindness.



And another:
Nudge


We who infect the worlds
Born of slumber, slithering.
Cleansing the one who is strong of faith,
he who is filled with vanity.

The breathing of air hinders the ancients’ show of affluence.
Of humans, a pulling, incessant urge to sleep.
Lo how they love the taste of it.

An unmatched life enlightened, disclaimed ignorance
The tools a threat to the overbearing.

Through a way of peace, eyes watch unseen
as the god-truth dreams of the demonic weapons
turned to ash by the hollow-gods

One rises to the path, a lucid dream,
and the ways of unknowing cast aside.

Being falls into a blind life
heed your divine inklings
allow the spirit of us to be.

Promises of eternally mundane broken.


I think what I might do is make a pdf with all of the ones I'd ever want published and post a link to it so you can all download it.

I think this is all of the ones I would ever want read by the public


http://www.alphaomegadimension.info/med ... 0-2010.pdf

let me know if the link fails to work

ooh..
My printer is low on ink..gotta get a new cartridge..but I bookmarked it.

Thanks
awesome!!

seriously
very cool

I hope you like it.

I also render pictures every now and then...

the ignorant words praise time
freedom from paradigms
tried my life of them, their being

awaken without the world, brothers and sisters
awaken despite the world. to spite.
awe the force of the one and the many: the continuum

in the now thrives seeds: us
take thunder from they who in anger become
the tempest that consumes the earth.

return, blowing hate... may perfection lie within
break the gaping sore
before you, being we stand one out of many
eternally be with me

this beneath-god of hopelessness
that's down, slumbering
we scorn kings of strikes that collide by your side
out of none spirituous, come into the light
as the ignorant are upon us

I of the way

unclean of spirit, see meaningfulness and not.
following a timeless source, burning
this ignorant unforgotten realm, ageless.

evidence of what is held
their ever destructive ways,
me as a human and I am in this,
within the god-mother

those that never see and see only opposition
which makes the walls crawl as serpents.
a fate that I see becoming

the enemy lives, a sight for all,
demanding to undo this haze.
always I, the throne infected by a force.
diversity of gods inside the divine ordering principle
created within the now,
embracing thy dying

respond to you, my I:
bliss purifying the slaughter of spirit
a morbid gift
waiting for the beyond



http://www.alphaomegadimension.info/med ... 0-2010.pdf

binding your skies, entrance remains--emotion shall drift
by revenge return to fury being those skies, the
weakness strikes, again IS with deep shadows

sore wind stripped your knowing
of heretics upon night's call
that like the seeing the who of
lives is being, having morbid selves
making the word in spirit, that
rise through the lands you caught knowing,
the you that fled the hollow

only gods feel the gift
before perishing through awakening