Angels Manifesting in Gotham. The lovely, the brave, the foolish, and insane. Here to deliver a message of interesting times, revelation, and the Red Dawn Babalon!
Wednesday, September 07, 2011
~~ Gods in the Process ~~
Materialized in duality
with an intuition of infinity
We struggle to stay immortal
with the promise of death ahead
Through suffering and crisis
of heart and mind
Do we realize the reality
of loves transformation
We Became Gods in The Process
Of living a dream
We Became Gods in The Process
Lucidity bears in this truth
Polarized bodies
attraction to the little death
Fickle or deep we offer
our seed in a puddle of bliss
Through disappointment
and illusion of destiny
do we fake the fantasy
of separation and soul
We Became Gods in The Process
Of living a dream
We Became Gods in The Process
Lucidity bears in this truth
Spiraling onward and upward
into the light of the thou art God
Matter to space to energy to time
Our perception turns to light
Friday, September 02, 2011
~~ Black Cat ~~
Down that open road, I go, I go
to some forward thinking mode
a feeling inside the chest, the heart
cradled by my living breath
A scent among the breeze
autumn comes at a distant speed
I turned back to look for you
but once again I've already gone
If it wasn't for this depth
a sense of anchor, purpose, and yet
a sadist view of self importance
a notion that I am
Maybe I would stay, perhaps
or maybe I would dance away
as I always seem to do
when I wish to stay awhile with you
Destiny meets with free will's call
I made the choice, I've made them all
it's a crucifix to be like me
sadly, its exactly how I like to be
I'm not good for anyone, anyway
because good is a sad comfort
boring, normal, a thousand faces sleeping
you can take whats good and shove it
My delight is in transcendence
so for now, ta ta
I have to go adventuring, learning
so when I cross your path again
you'll recognize a black cat when you see it
to some forward thinking mode
a feeling inside the chest, the heart
cradled by my living breath
A scent among the breeze
autumn comes at a distant speed
I turned back to look for you
but once again I've already gone
If it wasn't for this depth
a sense of anchor, purpose, and yet
a sadist view of self importance
a notion that I am
Maybe I would stay, perhaps
or maybe I would dance away
as I always seem to do
when I wish to stay awhile with you
Destiny meets with free will's call
I made the choice, I've made them all
it's a crucifix to be like me
sadly, its exactly how I like to be
I'm not good for anyone, anyway
because good is a sad comfort
boring, normal, a thousand faces sleeping
you can take whats good and shove it
My delight is in transcendence
so for now, ta ta
I have to go adventuring, learning
so when I cross your path again
you'll recognize a black cat when you see it
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