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Endangered Species
08:52
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We’ve gutted the land and decimated forests
So many species, utterly lost
So much diversity, replaced with the bland
With concrete deserts instead of lush land
And now here we find,
Our species dominant yet dormant
So few left, that even feel or care
Yes real humans
Are also becoming quite rare
Real people, there are now quite few
Yes we’re an endangered species too!
Rather than just following fashions
Those who live their desires, As creatures of passion
Are scarily few
Anyone untamed, left in this zoo?
Yes we’re an endangered species too!
Spoon-fed crap through the latest app
Clones in their droves Stare at their phones
Buy and consume, mediocre memes
Mass produced culture, mass mediated minds
Those who live in the real world
Instead of some iphony one
Are scarily few
Anyone untamed, left in this zoo?
Yes we’re an endangered species too!
Look at all you androids
Walking around with faces glued to you
Why don't you put your dick on your selfie stick
And wave it around for all to see
But only virtually
Look at all you androids
Walking around like you own the place
And you're not even really here
Endangered Species
Digital Faeces
Endangered Species
Digital Faeces
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And in the wake
Of the waves
Of activity,
Of culminations, conclusions, completion
A blankness blankets my self
Enveloped in emptiness
I am warmly devoid of directives
Yet already considering with what
To fill this strange new vacuum
In the forest
Art becomes effortless
In the flow
Effort becomes meaningless
In the knowing
Of essence
Elements coalesce
There is no time here
Here is no time there
Serpent scales shimmer in the sun
Going down underground away from the glimmer of day
Slipping into moist earth, dark
Working into the soil, tunneling down underground
A deep healing
Of body and soul through walking and stretching and breathing
A steep heeding of life and lungs and ribs
In a vessel that felt broken
Chest and channels open,
And from this, Bliss
Ripples like a panther’s shoulder
I'm going down in mist and wisps of
wraiths who kissed my whispered breath
Bereft of life I slipped into the misty cleft of Sybil's Well
A Cauldron of the Wyrd and wonder-full I rise renewed
Into a place of smoke and lightened breath
My death was but an earthen cleft and now I sift
The songs from soil
With arms like worms which brace the burrow trail
And wend through mounds the sound of
Earthen turning heard by Heimdall in the Halls of Valor
And betwixt the Serpent's coils I rediscover vigour
Rising spine now supple to coil in tremor then return to rigor
Within the Mound the sound of ripples reverberates
Within the Well the spell sets in and spins me in its spend
Was I seventh son, sacrificed just to extend
The life of one immortal, or whose seed was turned within?
Seething, Shaking, Acting
Believing, Making, an Act
Retrieving a tract from akasha
Makeshift action
Making a shift, Shifting
The vision through diction to fact
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Beneath the Mound Part 2
06:24
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Below the Tower
Beneath the Mound
is the Head of Bran
Oracular, Crowned,
Buried, Silent, Scrying
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Hekate, Antaia
Hekate, Enodia
Hekate, Chthonia
Hekate, Brimo
Hekate, Antaia
Hekate
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Creatures composed of both metal and glass are twisting in the mire
Creatures composed of both metal and glass are Supposed to be posing in forms of flesh
Creatures formed of glass and bone polished like stone are going back home
Decomposed back to breath
Creatures decomposing of breath are imposing themselves on the cells of the mud
Creatures of clay formed from the day, the day of the death of the flood of the blood of the life
The life that dripped and slipped into the ash
The lash of breath in the void avoided redress
Creatures composed of both flesh and glass are twisting in the mire
Creatures twisting insisting on being born from desire
Composed of lust, that great impetus
Rusted we’d be -without the- zest of the seed
We are freed from our shell even as we feed by the knell
Mechanical beasts, ensouled by belief
Are riveting in their lurching motion
Inimical beasts, enlivened by grief, are searching for some kind of notion
Of life from the mire, of a lyre so dulcet and dire it can drive one to seek
The stars for a brief stint as a sire til scythe bereaves
And the steep slip back to mud made maddened with seeds
Germinating, Inseminating
Germinating, disseminating new beliefs
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