Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Le' Thug: Beached 2 Performance Piece V 1.0

Depression synchronized utilitarian tragic harmony,

       A distant everlasting story of a discord perpetrated wilderness stained clouds my Father shall someday enter.. 


    Soon after his melancholy harbinger's camouflaged grace descending tale shall follow my mother.


  Entering beyond this sand castling universe' violent greedily vain thunderous rampaging uncontrollably nefarious weather and the grasp of the faces of f(r)iends!


      Guided by our namesake sentient child seraphim like guardian! Who'll usher them into an eternal carpe golden diem.


       A calculated predestination home where blooms the doubt of mirrors' less faith residing a captive enthralled by images enthroned... 


                         Trapped in drowning joy stained maleficent condescending traditional inheritance shrouded intolerance eye portal type A prejudice nearly blind windows.


             Torn emotions haemorrhage values' promise un-kept by disguise till the end.


           A cosmic designed house potentially found residing empty of visages whose memory ache entitles them so deeply by name: As children....


   Swallowing passionately swelling deformed spiritual hostilities, the re-genesis generated shells of once racially insidious pacifist love ghosts begin to imply delusions!


              As they fragment their newly admittance phantom duality

                                          No longer feeling as protagonists in heaven whilst adventure roaming,

      Into each bed eidolon anonymous room the once mongrel guardians wail testimonies of fear's desperate eternity pledge!


      Revenants of not yet post breathless hope mortem embalmed memories dawdle, 

                                                    In eternal karma grey mythical twilight infinity mansion hall chains.

           Until the blank entitlement black libel unto death sheep for hell's contracted hire pages they found scattered about, signed by my wolf in a riddles clothing room, 


                       Gathering over a killjoy hole in the melted floor leading to flames...


    That we should forever live in ochre's fiery atonement-less gravity than a golden eternity, Having never fought for salvation's profits on earth or pronounced a desired manifest false destiny for their perpetually tolerated praising cycle infinity!


     Counting hypocritical blessings in the aftermath of acquiring the once denial entombed malnourished taste for this place...?


     For as in heaven so on earth: Consciously sedated pacifist gods bow to men!


                                             While a thousand seconds of life haemorrhaging children met starvation's noose every magnificent watchful on the wayside day!
                                                                                       To prove our depravity's erased karma's existence... Seething before we now rarely by empathy's betrayal recognised the mistakes of our inhumanity. 
                 I have made mistakes, we've all made mistakes. But my mistakes haven't made me...

       Either spiteful darling father way, I'll spend tonight in sulphur's lingering brimstone depths of silence whilst preying all faith libels of scientifically unproven conscience' moral trench bets are off, 


     Scratching along the fallen derelict of grace's equality side;  Tearing heaven regretfully down, brick by truthless brick...


      Denial isn't eternal and heaven's walls are betwixt thunder's vane hoarse from roaring voice at burnt scattered lifeless offerings on infinite fire... Forever will soon be falling...!


     I'd rather spend forever in hell, Than acquire a malignant eternal breath taste for this inhumane place; Forever is everything... Without you, Father my Darling.



In lieu of our participation in,
Watching our dreams
Wondrously perish



     I'd rather spend forever in hell, Than acquire a malignant breath taste for this inhumane place; Society. Forever is nothing, without you... Silence, my darling.









Oh God
I'm still phantom hope'n
On a breathlessly waiting bargain prayer
For You to spiteful of death to fulfil your story
An unholy die roll of f*ck the little creatures
Dying under wingless angelic feet
A father's turn to stand idly bye
Wishing on an heirloom star
Of David's damned hatred
Crying as lost sheep
In hospitably arms

Behind walls
Prejudice by conviction
Our nature is collecting inhumane dust
Disavowed by the seeds of our depravity
Morality is the distant half second bliss memory of home
Unrecognisable in this delicate painted dire world picture
We're now blissfully ignorance to conscience libel
 In the after gun'smoke'n maths equation of desire
Shameless lust over drowning integrity problem
Mistakes pock phantom mark our past
Will the inhumanity stain our future
Oh how we've made mistakes
Oh God I've made mistakes
But my mistakes...
Haven't made me

Without each and every
Carrying the vow of imagination's youth
Derived from the empathetic inner engine eye
Calloused over in depraved honed denial
We'll never arrive at an altruism 
Worth our parent's subscription
To our future's damnation
You see... Ignorance
Just is not bliss


Her... IX


     There is no expression that melodically exists to commence the joyous depths of your absence, A violence of dark terrorizing sleep waters initiates the parting's discord in dreams.


     Spending lost wild courageous embraces of time with you in mangled nights align everlastingly with the ocean that's being as an emotion terror offering of memory ache phantom

 atonement!

     Cast as a phantom bargained pain spell die rolled six six hell's ochre garnish never froze over six; Drowning in joy as the death bet riddle bed will be finally white x tunnel marks my place in string's abyss theory an eternal nothing ever mattered oblivion or a ruined grey lower heaven terrace at your side; There is my heart, A home called heaven!






Are we truly living
When the only time we spend with you
Hope... Is in our sleep
A wild embrace of dreams
Disconnected by the violence of truth
That even 


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