The sun graces my face from hidden shadows
Meadows of plenty
Make my heart grow warm yet empty
Graffiti written in my soul by Annunaki
I walk down the path of loneliness
For my self, keeps me partnered up with the other
The other being self is self
Sometimes hidden, purged, merged or put onto a shelf
The lights darken with crimson as stars fall from glory
The end story is finished
My spirit must be replenished
Rested
Appropriate power must be spewed forth and invested
Love is great
At one time, I once caressed it
Woke up by the smile and learned to properly have addressed it
Unclothed it and dressed it
I miss what I once messed with
Dismiss soulful gangrene
As the spirit faded and ashes replaced
Fell from grace
Frown upon my face
I gave chase to find my smile
But it’s been such a long while
Thirty four cosmic entities
Eternities suffer in silence
Divinity, questions its creation of me
Me questioning its own purpose
Strong on the surface
Internally feeling worthless
To my selves
We spend energy to curse this
Then I sit with my gainful wit
To hot wire the CPU of my soul
Intrigue ghouls of gasm
Love and hate
Everybody has them
Both they pull and tug
Like war within and from without
This micro organic soul is dieing
Skies unfold like pages
Returning past sages
Died of young ages
Returned here to this world
Due its final stages
Final phase
Moon corresponds to star alignment
Emotionally caged in confinement
Solitaire
Beware of the present snare
Information has self-hatred to share
Music inclined to draw attention
My song is infinite
Forever plays in human lives
Existing through emotion of past seas dried up
Oceans spreading their legs of passion
Ships enter through passing
Do not dismiss the demons of anger
Rage in diabolical minds
Confine the blind
Forever stuck in one place
Never to taste
The glory of planets unknown
Beauty never shown
Rivalry of cosmos
Black holes
Who knows
Baffled by the love given, taken then desired to be replaced
Happiness is rare
Hearts discontent of loss
Emotional moss
Words to be at loss
For the gross net is greater than the thoughts
Winepress trodden in days of last moments
Angelic beings
Trumpets blown
Seven seas spit out their dead
Triangle of Bermuda is the focal
I insist in being vocal
My heart remains local
For I exist nowhere yet everywhere
In the minds of those who see
Who read to enjoy a part of me!
Become a center piece
Disease is deceased
Begging for peace please!
For there is havoc in the Darwin belief
Die a believer
Live a confused deceiver
Creatures of creation creating culture
Sutures broken
Turn it the ket
Concealed wounds show disguise
Earths cries have been the planets replies
For nearly 12,000 distant skies
We die we live
Earth trembles in shambles
Sing preambles of tribulation
Consecration of hesitation
In the end is silence
Death is dark with no knowledge of anything at all
Before we disperse into pointless energy
Venom poisons the soul until death reaps its victim
As eternity transpires
So are the hand designed mechanical soul wires
Havoc and flames of fires eventually tire
From dust we were built
To dust we shall return
Unto the revealed finalized and completed divine kilt
SkTzO