Volume

I open the book and read from myself
The pages have no numbers
The chapters are scattered and unfinished
The themes are at once profound and trivial
Contradictions punctuate every paragraph,
Suggestive of a unity unbeknown
I read on............

Sifting through the abrupt continuities
The ideas are not logically arranged
Like an unsettling montage of chronicled impressions
Every person, experience, dream, and inspiration is somehow cataloged
The frenetic passages reveal a hybrid of socialized passions
The footnotes refer exclusively to the subconscious vault
Rich and full of both honor and disgrace, of noble infamy
Who authors this volume?

Moving like an unrelated series of misplaced transitions
I see a myriad of unfulfilled and forgotten plans
Transformed and disfigured, rising in chronological dissaray
I see the detours and distractions, the capsized emotions
I see, in revolting clarity, the power of luck and circumstance

Reading on, I note the amount of despair and frustration
Cutting across the script like an unplanned excursion
The affirming umbrage of a cerebral nonconformity
An inherent alienation, the glare of needs
Written from a perspective of which I was unaware
I see the shifting patterns of reason and emotion
Intermixed with an unobliging resistance to an erratic sense of purpose
As unreal as real, as if documented by an anonymous pen
Have I co-authored this volume, this life ?

In nostalgic sentience, I see in print, the blunders and mistakes
An exorbitance of expression, ignored and deleted by reticent circumstance
I behold, amidst the complex simplicities, a reclusive irrelevance
A haunting absence of auspicious convocation
Thrown against a smattering of regret
I see the difficulty in living a more well intentioned life
The lunacy and impertinence of every action and interaction
Everything is here, the forgotten moments, the piercing loneliness
The lies that were told that now explain the many incogruities

Yet between the lines there is a redeeming wealth of beneficent virtue
A zeal for understanding, a religious fire, a slice of utopia
I see my dominant influence, the many hours of deepest thought
The truth of a life lived for others, a quest for an Ideal realized
I see that from Music, I have experience more than can be measured
Turning the page, I see that what I foresaw has come to pass

Untitled, unplanned and out of sequence
The pages are not numbered; the chapters overlap in annoying disorder
The index reads like a who's who of orchestral imagination
My dignity is in the Future
The edition is but one of a larger context, a larger volume

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Treasury


Walking across green fields, a recent rain, the sunlight's angle
For miles endless, we walkin good spirits, our destination is perhaps...........

Another time, late twilight, a house in an unknown neighborhood,
Seen from two perspectives, a significance to the balcony
There is something I should know, this is my house, or was, a part of me is here

Teleported to another realm, a large green lake, unrippled like glass
I am swimming, not as a man, but as something else, another swims to my right
In the middle, I can see the distant shoreline, the eerie desolation is too real

Traveling on the highway, relaxed by the midday heat, gazing into the terrain
Onward though miles of indian territory, I fall into sleep unannounced
Before me, a figure, tiny, crouched and looking up at me, in her hands is.............
Startled, I awaken, as if she knew me; a witch, more real than.........

Outside at night, a star, more like an emerald, emitting a strange light
The sky has a color never seen, the people are unnerved, it begins to move

Denied to the conscious, with perceptions bent inward
Far away on a street I know, yet do not know, as if for hours I........
A name, Ree, to find this house, am ambiance, another time, in the past
I see the marketplace, the shops and swiss houses, a memory has led me here

Connecting to another plane, a glass house with several levels
I am inside, there he is, the one who knows, smaller and much younger
Behind me, he appears on a hallway above, tricking me, he smiles

Lost in the depths of REM, I hear the fresh, powerful chords
Forming a song, not of this time, following the structure, the rich complexity
Another adventure, I hear resounding, ethereal chimes, defying description
I see, in the open, enormous, magnificent, chalk white pillars and obelisks
Too bizarre and incoporeal to remember; having asked, is this........I wonder....

Rising from the vault, I see and hear the words before me, I focus
As if already composed, like inscriptions from nowhere, there is meaning
Flowing endlessly below, waiting to be tapped, I now know.........
   In somnolent convergence, where the two realms transverse
   Here the imaginary conversations go, to await interpretation
   Why the best is written at a distance from the lexicon
   As a conduit for the spirit of music, overseeing many scores
   I am the vehicle, the transaction into words, the lineage of forms
   Here the precious ideas seethe in perpetual production
   
Soaring in perfect flight above and down the river, through the night air
Blessed by the sensation of movement, an awareness creeps, I sustain flight
Slowly descending, noticing people along the right bank, closer to the water I fly
   Another flight, high over a timber hidden lake, a friend soars and curves
   with me. It is night, pure night, I can see the pier, we ascend and fall in total
   control. Aware of the dream, sustaining, jubilant and startled, I awaken........

Asking to regress, in the clearing, a dense forest line before me
I hear a resounding voice, Do not come any farther. There is an explosion
Suddenly, I am inside a gigantic hexagonal matrix, a honeycomb, charged with
electricity, with flashes of wild yellow and white light everywhere. Lightning.
I am levitating, asleep on a sofa, rising in total panic, I awaken ..................
Shaken and forever impacted by a visit to the other side..........

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Emperor II

Leaving the eastern parsec
To follow the elliptic perihelion
Through an aural display of exhaling synthesthesia
Engaging the cadmium enclyclodome, I regain form

Here at my emeraldine desk
I log the findings of a planet in jurassic transition
Soon I will travel to a world similar
To compare this reptillian marvel; exhilaration is entered

Here in this masterful network of immaculate effectance
I have internalized the galactic precession of equinoxes
I have pollinated the third directive
I have canonized the frequencies of the transactional counterglow

Upon the wall, my valued collection of bats hang
To the right, relics of the ancient emotions
Behind me, the most elite chemicals adorn the foam partition
A tincture, an acumen, a wavelength in titration

Ascending the curved corridors
I hear through the quietude, the silver ensemble below
Passing through the sunshowers, my wings begin to dry
A transfer of sensations. Soon the Empress will arrive

Here in the rotunda, the of space is electrifying
Donning my spectacles, I see the ultraviolet oscillations
The etheric schemes, the threads in the comet's trail
Behind me, my celebrated entourage assembles
Daily we meet here to exchange ideas and impressions; scanning
I am called to below. I give you Jivanda, the ambassador

"Here in this palacial vivarium, in this marvel of phototonic architecture
There is both order and purpose, a unified ideal
This is our home, our refined co-consciousness with Nirvana
The emperor reflects and symbolizes the surrouding,  resplendent magnificence
By his symphonies, he was enthroned as culmination, as Empressario

In solitude, I prepare for the coming excursion
In this holy chamber, only the Emperor is permitted
Approaching the amber celestron, there is always a presence here
As I gaze into the quartzite theosphere, I hear the hum of the triple helix
The psychogyric edification, the emergence of the exponential directive

Scanning the ionized fibers, a choir of herbaceous voices is heard
The empress has arrived, to join me in a most interesting journey
Upon the screen, I appear, as ascendent and coefficient

I am the electrical preconscious of the grand design
The empyrean ratio of the motivation emeritus
As emperor, I have mapped the cycles and currents of reincarnation

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Imbecelia


Bereft of substance, of any self analysis
Arrogant, deceptive, predictable, odious
A scar appears on the golden rule
The intelligentsia retreats

What are you looking at?
You're too aware of what I have on
What is your standard, your criterion for judgement?
You noted world traveler, cultural expert
Connoisseur of many realities

What derivation of english is that?
What occupies your consciousness, your cranial vaccuum?
You stinking, pathetic, worthless scourge of civilization

Always here, burgeneoning by the laws of multiplication
Corrupt, corrupting as we speak
Aware of nothing, judging everything by only how it affects you
Fostering and feeding the general malaise of the world

I can sense your microscopic integrity
You conditional kindness only a pretentious layer of degenerate stealth
Your idiotic assertions propelled soley by a learned anger
Your notion of love totally dependent on an indulging jealousy

I see you, posturing your slimy, virulent important
Judge me? With what? To justify what?
Say it, say it again. You live to pronouce that one word. Responsibility.
Find another one, wear it out too

What are your interests? You nauseating mass of disorganized filth
What is your purpose? Your religion?
You consider yourself a what !!??

You stare to see if I am adoring , respecting, noticing you
With nothing inside to entertain, you search in order to ridicule
You symbolize a world of extreme spiritual depravity and ignorance
Destroying and distoring the remaining good
Creating a hell that never before existed

You see nothing, know nothing, question nothing
You easily refuel all righteous indignations
Your mind has not developed beyond that of a confused three year old
I am incapable of relating to your malicious, vulgar, depraved world
I bet you dance real well. Those are such etheric, elevating rhythms

You are the repulsive effect of three decades of mass media horror
Langoring in misconceptions and diabolical self importance
Evolvinig only one micrometer in over one hundred thousand years
You are homo opossitus, lost in th genetics of deception
Born into nothing, destined to glorify your own abominable existence

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Novella

br> With one look, you stop the world
With one glance, the despair abates
In your presence, the world is good

With no facade and no pretensions
You reverse the incessant damnation
You, child of wonder, with one look
The world, my world is transformed

Banging against the avarice and deceit
Withering amidst the monotonous corruption
The world consumes and enervates
Convoluting all as it takes away piece by piece

But with one look, the pain disappears
In an instant, the world cannot compete
I see you, the inimitable innocence and charm
An honor and privilege just to know
In your presence, all is transformed
I am restored and blessed beyond measure
The world falls back as insignificant

Nothing in the familiar compares
Nothing equals you, you defy categorization
Free from strategy and societal contamination
LIke a light, a phenomenon totally unexpected
You radiate the mystique of the universe

In your presence, the world is good
With no capacity for hate, deceit, or greed
You, child of innocence, you stop time
You touch every fiber, all is somehow changed
With one smile, the horror abates, the boundaries dissolve
You possess a magic beyond description,
Beyond explanation. Do they see ?

With just one look, you stop the world cold
The drudgery and injustice is absolved
In your presence, my purpose returns
To witness such natural charisma, to know you
To see in your eyes the absolute harmony of the universe
With every power summoned, I bless your entire being

You, child of Warlock
Child of earth and sky
In you, I see and sense the elusive spirit
You are what was intended, the model for mankind
In your presence, there is another presence, I am reborn

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Cerebellum


Turning swiftly, with elegant precision
Apropos of a more coordinated world
Enhancing the molecular charisma of personal space

Rocking in the brine, a starstream of Sibilius
Soaring the tantric interiors, in kinetic duration
Piqued by a wave of colors, corelating to what the spindles say

Seen in the nimble control of the artisans's hands
Essential to the boyant composure of facility and cooperation
Liberating, by henna and harp, a carousel of sensual humor

Meriting more acclaim than previously assigned
From the speaker's timely pause to massuese's hypnotic rhythm
Falling into sustained exhilaration, to remember with ease

In concert with the hippocampal sensorium,
flowing in a cycle
Corresponding to the quality of pleasure, feeding the human bond
With dendrites alive, as designed
There is optimum cheer and recall

Threading perfectly, a pirouette in the dark
Ruminating in the olfactory amperage of the seagull's ascension
Assimilating in the lucid cadence of Rush, Rachmaninoff, Journey

Balanced , with a keener eye for truth and order
Revolving in the neural callesthetics of the jasmine ariette
Increasing formation and storage, to regulate, embellish and describe

Gracefully executing, producing a phatasm of spikes,
A pivot to the right, via channels and currents
To orchestrate the Incantations through the known motion of poetry
Moving with the leitmotif through the three stages of prophecy

Relaxed in the sequential dynamics of the guru's unique gravity
Bridging the abstractions, whirling into clairvoyance
With a million memories dependent, the cycle must complete

Living in the emotional adagio of twenty first century ethics
From the swimmer's tempo to the climber's fluid reach
Contained in the deft touch of the most magnetic persona

Waltzing in an ambidextrous flow of ideas
As an instrument of the collective temperance
Meshing without bumping, apropos of a more happy world

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The Poet

The Poet


Who runs down rain plastered alleys in the midst of a cold winter's night?
Around endless corners, looking back over his shoulders,
Panting, innoculated with an an unremitting fear, 
Still he runs on.......
Who pursues this unknown fugitive? Who is this demonic apparition?
Always gaining, yet never to be seen by strained eyes of the cold rainy night?  
    The pursuer is of course Reality
    And the victim, the pursued is the Poet 

Reality acosted him early on and now he runs like a madman
For if Reality ever catches up, he will cease to create.....

Dearly he pays for his talent
His ship is too far out to sea. It can never return......
To touch land, to touch reality
If so, then the creative juices cease...........

A paradox of a man;  as if diffused into two entities
As a visitor from the outer edges, there he must stay a lifetime

     To be blessed and cursed with a Poet's mind
     For what creates his art must destroy the man
     The poet's mind is a dastardly thing

As the container, the projection of our best and worst 
He speaks alone, under the other voices
As the mercury of truth, hiding nothing from himself
He can wear no mask, his cards are always showing

The poet lives a wretched life 
He sees too far to be accepted
His window is despair and it drains him the night long

A scream in the night.............an idea is born
He awakens to sirens wailing in creativity's bosom
Crashing, slashing.............an idea finds its way
Through the barriers that keep most men in reality's grasp

Knowing no sane timetable, it erupts like a capricious geyser
The ideas and visions do not wait 
He is captive of his own sullen art 

The Poet is no social animal, he cannot mingle and mention
More rewarding are the conversations in his own head
More real than............he runs on.....

As an ornament to nothing and an anachronism to everything
He observes endlessly, his eyes and ears are his school
Inside are stored volumes of insight
He reels himself in as a philosopher
Observing and assimilating, he prospers not.......

Impeded by wisdom, he in constant view of his frailties
Yet cannot abnegate the sensations of alienation
His talent would then flee, his purpose would dissolve

As the natural man, he is music in human form
More in rhyme with the ancient's naked view of the universe
His mind is loose and free
It defies categories, as if connected to something more

The poet must be alone to create
Yet solitude brings on an exausting lonliness
His mind is a wretched thing, leaving him no real peace

Often times dark, ominous clouds roll in, 
Stagnant becomes the creative flow
For days, even weeks, everything is under the surface
Submerged forever? He wonders............
As is controlled by and uncontrollable force
He waits, dormant, with no identity........

But again, he creates, as the cycles of the aesthetic mandala roll 
He retreats deeper into his shell, 
Rejecting more than he is rejected,
He cannot conform to anything outside himself
The rules are for others, social protocols have no meaning

Inspired and doomed, the fates have spoken
The poet sees, he knows what's wrong
He does not divulge, like a deformed and injured swan
He cannot promenade with the others, he remains on the outside
At a distance, refueled to again compose

To be blessed and cursed, the poet's mind is not to be lauded
It should be hung on the city square for all to see and cheer

If you meet it, do not look, turn the other way
Do not seek to know such disturbance, let him be 
From this window, i can verify, the poet's mind is a dastardly thing 



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Demagogues of the Western World


Waxen in another light, the phantom message passed. Denied a time to reanimate,
there were trappings in the offerings. Avoidance.  Refracting from the right, seizing
the momentum of a delinquent paradise, a rumor of decalescence. Apprized in the
trapezium, transversing all known convention, by howitzer and wurlitzer, a requiem
for demarcation.  Traveleing in the cool respite, with full moon to guide, the youngest
saw what was to come.  Sowing the seeds of its opposite, nurtured inside the lime
and yucca crystals, collusions in the subkarmic center.  During the blackout, the
imposters came, displacing contradiction, driving sanity into a tantrum of symbolism.
Crestfallen,  in derivsive circumspection,  as a sequence of angry energies, creating
an undercurrent of exclusion.  Descending among the meloncholia, to flourish in
a climate of romantic juxtaposition, in theatrical reconnoiter, advancing along
the lines of history's invective error with only one warning, ' don't say this ' . Led to
another point of departure, the shapes changed as introspection increased. We
ignored, safe in the the whispering confluence of a devonian sanctuary.

Looking into the fjord,  modulating away from a fleeting glory, another memory
of geodesia. Before the pangenesis, indifferent to Medussa, two green rings, the
elixer found the caravanseri. Selfless in its illusion,  a reinterpretation of Sissyphus,
diverting into three ghostly options.  Set into motion during the terantella, a
midsummer's eve turned ouija by intuition's reach,  always the other ritual.  To
never be born, to imagine the impossible, the axis shifted.  During the Vigil,
they came, pushing civility into a glare of antinomies, arousing the dormant
strains of a chamelon abnormality.  By assumption and appeal, they came in
different names, creating confusion, advancing in vehement waves of equivocating
cacaphony.  Endlessly they spoke,  an incessant barrage of rancid eloquence,
marring the primary and tainting the plexus.  Infiltrating in waves of psychotic
locutions,  to prosper in the heresy of a rounded earth, leaving a wake of
sequential disillusion, with only one instruction, ' don't remember this ' . Dreaming
through the unseemly prattle,  toward the scribbled beginnings of a future
desiderata, we listened instead to the voices within, secure in the gravando of
independent perspectives, placid in the promise of divine intervention.

Alone in the belfry, starboard to a surreal empathy, nestled along the edges of
the amber and ice.  Below, the lanterns proceeded through the fog, a refuge
in an unearthly pulizter.  Navigating through the trails of a quixotic geneology,
seiving through the corridors of an acausal chronology;  two eyes in the dark,
in five minutes,  five years will have passed.  During the insemination, they
came in reckless totality, creating blind spots along the psychic plane, spawning
a hegemony of elliopial madness.  In relentless assimilation, a decalogue
unbenounced, pushing truth into another set of premises,  wreaking an unforseen
havoc, driving temperance into ruination. By random osmosis, they came in
heathen throngs, an arrogant onslaught of rutheless pretensions, for one moment,
passing through us impressions, as a consortia of rancorous, deceptive forces,
with only one admonition, ' don't print this '.   Upon the marquee, the youngest's
vision appeared,  superimposed on the pyrite cryptonyms.  The weak force held,
our destiny was sure, to pass into rarefied hieroglyphics, to one day become
the vagabonds of the other world, safe in the prenatal arpeggios of the invisible city.

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Extrapolations

        Perceived, on the edge of the eternal city
        An obscure principle, in quadratic triangulation    
        Slowing time, trapping light, curving space
        Alive within the mnemonic ratios within the pyramid

Delving into the machinationsof the quintessential present
Known as an esoteric variable of the fibronicci sequence
Sensing a unified field, enter the iconoclast
Inferring through the spectral gravity of the binary ascendant    

        Traveling by estimation, into the amsterdam equation
        Along the ariel abcissa of the nutrino's path
        Moving through the crystal oracle into its astral counterpart
        Flickering in the vision of a new model of the universe

In balancing the self on ultimates
Futher into organic probability, extracting mythos from logos
Traced to the levitating amplitude of an italicized dimension

      From the exordium to the honorarium
      Germinating in the priestly cerebrations of the trained ear
      Living below, far from the spoilage above
      Redeemed in the divine valence of the translilneal literati

Emanating from the logarithmic spiral of tetrahedral genius
Conceived in the telespsychology of the tertium organum
In phase, the unknown moved, the overture became a syllabus
Signaling the constellations within the oratoria

     Seen from the future, transfixed in the dynamic equilibrium
     Surrounded by thunderous synethesia, in a tsunami of inspiration
     Saved by amazement, they evolved from what arose from within

Connecting by theorhetical impulse to a theocentric stardatum
Projecting via the spark of synchronized consciousness
Landing in the synergistic paradigm of tomorrows memory

     Emerging from the eddies of logical fascination, awaken the guardian
     Art chose to reflect its epic self,
    Suspended in an immortal perspective, for one chilling moment
     There she could see........that he had always been by his side

All rise,
  There is a path, a pinnacle, a fountainhead of truth brilliant
  Existing as an exponential quotient of the zentrifigal matriculum
  Unveiled by the power of music, where wonder and wisdom meet
  Acelerating into an ongoing synthesis of predicating sublimation

  Follow me through the barriers, into the designs of the prime mover
  Transposing from the self into the paradox of the paradox
  See in the revelations the insignia of extrapolation
  Know the unnamed momentum, the first and last thought
  The beacon illuminating , in eternal pursuit
  The one remaining mystery of the cathedral of Mind

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How To Destroy America

First, take away the positive emotions
Initiate a wave of discontent and frustration
Disrupt and dismantle the foundation for all healthy emotion
Deny the populace of technology's best
Do not emphasize nutrition
See that they are surrounded by sights and sounds that directly
and indirectly cause a deep state of restless turmoil
Create a market for the worst; emphasize the clothes they wear
Deprive them of temperance and tranquil energies
See that they remain as maladjusted and unhappy as possible
Monitor these trends, observe the resulting spiritual confusion and malaise

Second, create within the populace a sweeping wave of stupidity
Deny all that is cerebral, suppress all symbols of intellect
By controlling media, flood them with repeating images of vulgar ignorance
Make intelligence an undesirable attribute, dull the imagination
Deluge them with more vulgar images of aggressive stupidity
Destroy reason by effectively promoting its antithesis
Manufacture a barrier between the masses and the remaining brilliance
Use the visual arts to saturate the masses with ignorance and stupidity,
With that which will insure an oblivion to the siege upon them

Third, cleverly pervert and erode the inner model of the self
Gradually take away the sense of higher purpose, confuse the inner voice
Replace the model with that which is more deceptive, ruthless, shallow
Deploy any and all means to destroys the individual's sense of hope
Of personal evolution, honesty, integrity, piety
See that the new inner model is as cunning as it is arrogant
Devalue the existence of Nature, of all that is natural
Create a society of troubled, maladjusted, de-humanized people

Fourth, take away all opportunity for spiritual fulfillment
Create a deep spiritual emptiness, combine with an everlasting confusion
By controlling media, flood the masses with repugnant, squalid images
Present these images in an alluring, adorable manner
Allow and encourage an ever present, vociferous array of evangelical madness
Seek and destroy all pathways to actual spiritual knowledge
In fostering the obliteration of self evident truth, as well as
a consuming, deleterious zeal for misconception,
You insure a populace of unprincipled, misguided, error-riddled people

Fifth, coerce the herd into an obsession with appearances
Watch it proliferate into an overwhelming concern with appearances in general
By controlling media, flood relentlessly with spiritually distorting, superficial images
Create a market for shallow, thoughtless indulgence and expression
Associate the obsession with appearance with respect and success
Negate all substance, instill a deep, unshakeable oblivion to essence
Make them as materialistic, as envious and unhappy as possible

Sixth, destroy any sense of unity; manipulate their sense of brotherhood
Take away the common bond, see that nothing aesthetic gains momentum
Create divisions between people, desensitize to injustice
Make them so burdened that anything beyond day to day survival is unthinkable
If it ever existed, destroy completely any relics of a time when
mankind began to communicate, to think, to feel better, to evolve
Keep them groping for an unnatural status, unaware of the person within
Slander any ideals of a better world, of self discovery
Destroy the glue, the core, the frayed, wilting fabric and fiber of America

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Affidavit/Resume



Commensurate with the serpentine components
Levitating as another, in a hallway of mirrors
The indicators agree, this is the final conjuncture

I admit without endorsement, I adduce by inversion
Comfortable in the elaborate austerity of a private narada,
Indifferent to their aspersions, I await a reunion of fragments

I have no opinions, I dance without moving
I change when observed, I always pick the one on the edge
Suspended in the exorcism of an ambivalence too sincere
Measured against the generosity of an intelligence so grotesque
Their misperceptions increased, they could not follow the flow
My senses agree, this is definitely the wrong stage

Living on truth alone, as weak as strong
I have exhausted all that distance gives
Passed over by expectation, the questions changed
When told of their conclusion, I could not stop laughing

Invisibly aglow in a vacuum of apologies
I was the first to announce the real supremacy of music
I am the one who demanded that you go inside the sounds
Chosen to track the manifestations of the didactic emanations
To welcome the visitors into the Lyceum
To codify the final incarnations of ZenRaven.
Touched forever by the beauty of a wedding rain
The tribulation has passed, the transference has begun

From the mountaintop, the moments converged, significance whistled by
I saw the hidden promise in the selfless grandeur of twilight
The patterns cleared, taking only the best
To refine and expand, to send off into a guaranteed athanasia

Evolving in the psychic harmonics of the synoptic wellspring
I have seen the lotus opening behind the succession of epiphanies,
The aura of celcius in the seven shades of blue
I have deciphered the faint whispers of the inner oracle

I was born to initiate the stellar invocation
To one day survey the inhabitants of the celestial sphere
I am the conduit for the lexicons of the spirits
The radius of the prolepsis, disguised as the timid antithesis

Years ago, I paused to consult my subconscious
The directions multiplied, little did i know
Fascination became motivation,  the pause has never ended
I do not remember….... They wanted more.......
Had they known.............

Blessed be the musical, the humble, the unreceived
Blessed are the downtrodden, the displace, the misperceived

Blessed be the complexities, the enlightened, the oriental smile
The honest, the silent, the shunned,  the reviled
Blessed be the innocent, the thoughtful, the truth they hold supreme
Blessed be the neglected, the rejected, the ones who carry the dream

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Surveillance


From up above, the unfolding completes
Below there is much blasphemy,
The wrong religion for the masses
There are too many combinations of bad emotion
From the azimuth, I sense the historian's dilemna
The counteractants are muffled,
Their sounds await a future day

Spreading the focus across the syntactic topology
Looking beneath the egocentric debacle,
the imperfections of the species
I see layers of wisdom and communication,
a network of swimming equations
Producing an artful montage of variance and similitude
I see, in surreal exactitude, a horde of examples
A knowledge of universals set in a plethora of specific generalities

Magnifying the subliminals, rotating the referential frame
I see the gestalten patterns, gleaming in their cubic lineage
A context created for the fusion of modalities
Bending the sensibilities, I see the aura of the perambulating reticulant
Reaching through the vissitudes into Valorium/Vicarium

Widening the scope, sweeping the ontological circumference
I can see the vespertine excurrents of a prophetic search
Looking through the prisimed parallax,
Into the excavation of perplexities
There are assertions of wonder and curiosity
Encased in symmetrical wavelengths of banding contradictions
Germinating in the haunted formula of the fretted catastatis

From this craft, I see the symbiotic particulars of a larger picture
An interlocking maze of grandiloquent connections, renaming a significance
Recalling the introduction, I see a message to reconsider
A mandate, in crypt, to investigate the paradox of a chosen destiny
To excite the parameters of the hexagonal subtext

Peering into the translucent aftermath, I see a plurality of dimensions
An expanding context bound in a mosaic of unified diversity
On second reading, I see a foundation built on variables
The chromatic tendencies of an inhabited spiral of oceanic affinities
Dignifying the return of the electric coda
Seeding the beginnings of an ancient future

Descending into the elite appendages of a conceptual magnificence
Lowering my sensors into the elegaic depths of the epic inscriptions
I see the violet possibilities in the geometric darkness
The apperceptions of an eclectic center of empirical intuition
The elucidation of an ever changing pastiche of interacting synchronicities

Moving through the spectral superlatives, connnecting to another awareness
In two places at once, to watch the angle of perspective move
There at the water's edge, the nocturnal harmonies of a choir of listeners

Before the sunrise, the chanting will begin
Unlocking the imaginative keys of the subconscious orchestra
Uniting forever, the ivory intervals with the metallic petals
Here, at the point of mysterium, to absorb the centripital perfection
To watch, with eyes closed, the emerging discovery of the higher self

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The Third Book, Eyes To The Stars