Intrastellar Places

There the dark beckons
Swirling with infinity
Where the light reckons

Feel.
Ease into nothingness
Grasp.
The hand that guides
Behold.
The soul that shines
Hear.
The will that follows
Feed.
The mind that hallows

All those chosen
In-between spaces
Dancing static
Fluid monoliths

In those chosen
Slices through
Sacred geomatter
Fractal divisions
Arched curves
Vortex eyes

Ad infinitum tenebris sanctis
Light diffused into Escherian forevers
Polymorphic counts of perpendicular foundations

All those monolithic dissolutions
All those sought and chosen
Morphic in-between spaces

Dancing static
Forever stretched
Forever encompassing
My Human dissociation

Through the Divine dialect
Of all those In-between Spaces

Dancing
Static
Now
Ex-Tant
In-Tant
Forever

The linear terminus of
Winding voyages
The monochromatic light
Of the sacred geometries

Taken adrift into the maelstrom
The hand that guides
The soul that shines
The will that follows
The mind that hallows

All My in-between spaces.

See

Gaze into the abysmal depths
Dancing in inky amorphous black,
It will reach out to crush,
Us, tiny guests of stardust.

Ready your psyche to surpass,
There flex your will to see,
To gaze beyond the unrelenting breadth,
A crack through the strangling black,

There we will
See
Where lights will
Be
Here they kill
Me

Bright
They shine
In the dark

Run into the light,
Here they kill me
Where be me

Through the darkest hour, within the blackest depth, find the single speck, behold the warming hope; there we will, where be me, within me, a single speck of dying, blissful light.

In the gateways of our only dominion, I need you to grab your spark, find the tunnel to lead you out of the dark, our only dominion, where should be only me – train my eyes on the bright light, train my eyes for the blinding celestial warmth. There, the dark will reach out, there I’ll destroy it with my spark, my only speck of light.

It must kill me
Only me
Then stop
Where be me.

Gift

A white statue of infinite
An endless seam of light

In a crack through the everdark
Spill into the universal arc

Fly with stardust
Rules of all must

All senses one
All senses none

Travel through the crack
Ride the lightning in the black

Seeking the soul hiding

Behind walls of cells
Behind walls of synapses
Behind walls of thoughts

Needing the beckoned light

Behind walls of artifice
Behind walls of sanctity
Behind walls of humanity

Landfall of the infinite
In an endless seam of light

Tainted by the unavoidable everdark
Spilling into the universal arc

Fly with stardust
Rules of all must

Behind walls of sanity

All senses one
All senses none
All senses forlorn

Behind walls of smoke
Behind walls of dark
Behind walls of drugs
Behind walls of tongues
Behind walls of silence
Behind walls of untrue smiles
Behind walls of muted screams
Behind walls of mortal lies
Behind walls of white,
Padded
Safe
Locked
Rooms.

Fly with stardust
Rules of all must

All senses one
All senses none
Cut open to the bone
All senses forlorn.

Talang för Självförstörelse

There we are
Few of the plastic people
Wage slaves
Live to die
Through a prescribed
Template
Study
Graduate
Work
Marry
Work
Beget
Work
Beget
Retire
Die

Why won’t you simply die?

Inhaling smoke into our lungs
Listening to sermons of purity
Sucking powder into our noses
Preaching love of humanity
Swallowing pills into our blood
Only then we feel free
Only then we feel glee
Only then
We feel
Humanity

Pressed shirts during the week
Proper words during the meet
With silent thunders we hate
The backstabbing asshole lead
With quiet rage we hate
The sterile respect
The motivating speeches
The quarterly reviews
The quota expectations
And the printer’s beep

Find yourself
Mighty blazes of self
The quest for money
Climbing up the ladder
Write down that e-mail
Type up that meeting tale
Find yourself
Nightly blazes of medication
Take your pick
Mescaline, ketamine, cocaine
All things in
Always all in
To fill the void within

Find yourself
Mighty inward flames within
The universe will answer
If you call loud enough
So they say
In their con and bluff
You know you’re naught
But a meaningless
Worthless
Soulless
Speck of dust

Find yourself
Mighty lord of light
He died for your sins
So they say
But sacrificed
The almighty son for
Only last Saturday’s spins
Question well
If the Lord is thy shepherd
That makes you the sheep
And you are already one
Cursing at the alarm
Eyes half-closed
On the Monday morn

Why won’t you simply die?

Inhaling smoke into our lungs
Listening to sermons of purity
Sucking powder into our noses
Preaching love of humanity
Swallowing pills into our blood
Only then we feel free
Only then we feel glee
Only then
We feel
Humanity

In the height of the roll
In the middle of the blunt
As the trip starts
Where dragons roam
When you are undying
While you die
You are reborn
In the ocean of colors
At the bottom of your pupils
Feeling warm as it rises
From your root through the sacral
As it touches your heart
As it glides into your brow
There it is crowned
In a rush
Torrent at times
Soft raindrops at others
Only then
We feel
Humanity
As the third eye opens
And sees the template
For the brutish executioner it is
Where dragons roam with you
Within and without

Why won’t you simply die?
It is again Monday morn.

Arrival?

Stare into the void
It will gaze back on you
Feast its eyes with
Hunger and desire
For a familiar gaze
With a familiar depth

As you try to make sense
Through its utter blackness
Exert the flickering will
To grasp at nothingness
To try to grasp everything,
There, the only thing,

Does the Dark
Come to punish?
Does the Dark
Come to redeem?

Scream into the void
It will listen to you
And suck the defiance
Out of your voice
For a comforting kiss
With a lover’s lips
Embrace nothing in exchange
For everything

Raise a fist to the void
It will smile back at you
Amused to grasp your hand cold
With desperation and mire
There, nothing is blessed with fire
There, the sleep is cold
And blissful with an eternal liar

Does the Dark
Come to punish?
Does the Dark
Come to redeem?

Dive deep into the void
It will embrace you whole
Drink its lust full
Of you and of all yours
For a familiar greed
With a familiar greed
There, rests no need
There, nothing and everything
For you to feed

As you try to make sense
Through its infinite process
Exert the flickering will
To grasp at
To try to grasp everything,

Does the Dark
Come to punish?
Does the Dark
Come to redeem?

The Wheel

All pieces of the divine
Geometry
Music
Melody
Cadence
Motion
Vibration
Of stellar pieces
Of the divine
Celestial dust
Begotten of chaos
Pulled from without
Programmed
To morph
Into order
Pushed within
Bound to turn
Into decay
To entropy
Of complex motion
Pulling masses
Uniting cells

To become one
To understand one

Seeking to be one
Failing to be

Any

One.

Hear the cosmic punch
Snap the gemettra divine
Here the infinite launch
Catch the last breath sigh

Cycle anew

Cosmic dust

Through the wheel

Entropy, death, decay,

All pieces of the divine

Cadence

Of stellar pieces

Of subatomic probabilities

Of the divine

Celestial dust

Born of chaos

Called in chaos

Programmed

To morph

Into order

Pushed to turn

Through the wheel

Of subatomic probabilities.

Seeking to be…

Not Having to Choose

The difference between “covet” and “want” is the misguided – perhaps even evil – intent, stirring sometimes in the deep sleep of the soul.

And as purity will lack in souls, so will it lack in the covet. A child will not covet a toy, a wolf will not covet another’s hunted meat; they will simply want it. As bodies and souls grow older, as time runs its changes through the human will, the purity of the mortal construct will be marred by the blemishes of a thorny past, of an uncertain future. Man, then, fears, and fearful creatures cannot sustain their purity.

Purity lacks in the covet. It tempts, it feeds us our greed, and is fed from our greed. Our failures to obtain are the kindle of that destructive fire – we think it warms us, disguised as motivation and drive to succeed. It is only at the unfortunate end that we realize it is only as fettered into an unwilling loyalty disguised as a love letter.

When the impure covet whispers in our ear – masquerading as a want that should only be a secret – the man makes a choice. Conscious or unconscious, the answer to the question “Will you succumb?” arises, and blessed be the pure man who will unconsciously respond with his natural instinct and choose the right path without even seeing the choices. Blessed be the man who never even has to make a choice he is aware of.

Redeemed be the man who knows all the paths, and exerts his will upon his impurity to defy the temptation. The light man shrouded in darkness shall not succumb, the dark man enveloped in light shall not yield. Innocence once lost cannot be regained, but innocence once lost will be the dark shroud around the light soul – defining its existence, drawing the boundaries of will and a defiant form – so that it shall not drown in an ocean of endless covets disguised as wants.