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Axis Mundi

settlement without place;
time without wait;
the stillness of life
in the deep eruptious wild
with a world of thought 
arranging on in rioted lights 
that swim in the depths of her mouth 
contented conceptions
splurging themselves round
and out of their bounds
in the filling of absence
willing to hand things over
my fascination found me
captured 
and now somehow restored
motionless to motion
led the location of warmth
patient persistence
my explorations taking form;
to uncover the inflated vibrations
of resuming sense
in every second she talks

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The Boy Who Wanted To Grow

There once was a boy who wanted to grow 
bigger than any life that we know.
Everyday he would eat and than eat
Until finally came the day that he couldn't see his feet.
His village were in tears and pleading him to stop
it seemed they were starving for days and couldn't find a crop
but sadly their efforts were eventually dismissed
when not even the young boy's family were missed,
as he scraped them out from under his teeth
its not what he wanted but what his body now need

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The Tragedy of Gracelessness

burned down silence;
scoped down my guilty finger tips
on your warm aching bones that had so
been collapsed by a child
into our faint abyssal nothingness

that i had released.

our child. bread by your nurture;
your perfect conditions - 37°
pure in its own ignorance, melting
down in it's father's unearthly demise
Justification allows purpose
And so I allowed oceans 
to be pulled
apart

Something so mighty i told you
Comprehension of power
that allowed a devil's excavation
through our reflective, blue paradise,
to unearth a barren land.

Now still innocent in intention
this big, round, white and black
baby's head sets on;
destined for 14 over appreciated
destructions.

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London City Aka Skater Arcadia

woke up to a full day but i can tell the sun's only come half bright
on the cemented pavements and shameless statements of the
buildings towering high.
lately pacing shadows of motion
with squeezing tight objectives
lay themselves amaze to stamper so sluggishly unexpected
and rest their bodies inside 
these big red rectangular double decker boxes
that commence to shudder along
with a sense of dying, clinical combustion; 
hence to be condensed;
surrounded but all alone;
in the city that's countlessly counseled;
'Et in Arcadia Ego'

so I walk out of her door,
scramble my pockets for some cigarette paper
whilst standing under the warmth
of the dormant electric heater

finally pick up my deck and wheels
spark up in time to ride
with a rustic shallow breath
the barren concrete comes to life
as this skater rides on over
i'm just waiting to be swallowed whole
'cause even here death appears
in Skater Arcadia

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Alleviations of Nature

i found god's fingerprints scattered through your 8 kinds of light.
smudged and unclear, still a perfect sight to see
when time stands still and your hollow floors carry the weight
of all direction, whispering discovery of our spontaneous order
and clashing fates
 
two separate worlds, merged into one. you make time seem patient and all
 darkness rich in hope as to leave burning suns to breed
a child of wings, a chance to see, that all's not lost even if sin's unclean.
a paradise lost

or yet to be found; silent and unbroken it stares through ones night.
pierces through chambers, by an abundance of sound;
that breaks apart the light
yet still all that their unfinished ears 
can hear, is an eternal design of strife. 
absence makes it true, until blood rusts the knife!

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Steps

the steps i've been chasing get lost in the shadows
but my eyes are adjusting so i know where i won't go
i'm safe over here i'm just picking up the pieces
mother wait over there i'll be back in a moment.
No wait! I said wait! i'll be back any second!
i'm almost done now so i can show you i meant it

you're wrong and naive, a little boy turned stupid.
you can plead and you can plead but just look at the symptoms
you're a darkness engulfed, an absence of me!
i taught you the light, what more could you need?
I even gave you the air, you just have to breathe!

but mom the air is all around me and I'm breathing just fine
i know its dark where i stand but believe me I'm kind
and finding the lines, to lead me back to you
i may be sickled from reason but i know that its true

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Steps Part 2

mumma's trynna get my head 
out of the mainstream
She said you gotta come on out
despite what you believe
make sense of all these sounds
the screaming while you sleep
can lead you to the ground 
to stand on your own feet
you're not too thick to turn around
from sickled shortened feats
the future's happening now 
and the reality you breathe
hasn't got the air needed
so you'll see
black untended spots
that haunt your sense of being

but mom the underground is cold
and the warmth is comforting 
you're right the future's still untold
but from under this you'll see
the wonder i behold is
light enough to see
light enough to hold
without splitting from the seams.

my direction is adjusting 
and i'm definitely running faster
i can tell you're scared of trends
because after all you are my mother
but i'm almost at the end
where i can send most of this away
climb up to the top
and stop just playing games
learn to gently wake the night
without spiting coming days
before we all surely fade on out
from the crowds that fill the space

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The Compulsive Illusion

we live in a world of insecurities;
the incurably diseased wonderings 
of the depraved body and soul
there's a cord left to be released.
yet we only speak of the things that we want to hold
 but i guess at least we don't live in darkness.
this world is simply blind
Do you feel free enough?
something seems
to be
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             a
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                     g 
     your mind

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Finding Navigation

wind spinning tripped and slipping to your weight
your eyes opened when i thought i wouldnt wait
But what if i wait? she could move herself away leave holes in my universe
Bring clouds around the stars
Or i could stare into her gaze and really just hope for the best
untangle the lights from the maze and confusion
The delusions i create
Im going too fast so im scared to wobble and to fall
And to ignore all the costs of letting the wind take it all
And so these walls shelter me from the cold
Bring warmth for this winter
Im in the pines of where ever is there
Im in the final splinter of light in the fire needing repair
So if you care to stare into my 
gaze and slowly burn your eyes
We can be blind together
To let our minds be our minds