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the great negation
06:01
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our Atman shriveled as the reservoir
and the aqueducts crumble to the feet of our progeny
and wide walls of lush verdant trees for undeserving eyes to see
what will be passed down and what will fall?
for those who hear the clarion call
preservation in the age of deconstruction is the only heretical act
i can see you through the black smoke
paint drips off the end of your hair
you are trapped in malevolent liberation
reaching towards Lightning and the Son
aghast are the rats as you climb
offering nepenthe and semuta
as we elude chthonic ways of nature
the tiger's claws aren't as sharp now
initiate, we must initiate
it's the only way to regenerate
the only way to recreate
to rejuvenate
to perpetuate Wu Wei
philosophy will never be enough
when we're not a growth but an afterglow
retroactive life vest while the ship is capsized
no orientation in mind or soul
our Atman shriveled into Jivatman
our priests are charlatans and our soldiers are surrogates and pawns
i believe in the beauty of a new dawn
a rebirth triumphant with white light
but first there must be sacrifice and strife
in a glorious death, an eternal life
the black dog embodies our nature
something prodigal to be soared above
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the inmost death
03:05
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to be so sure of one's own step
such a blessing, ever fleeting
confronted with a myriad of truths
with no solidity, no unicity
beckonings of consequence
of Lucifer's mendacious pronged annihilating tongue
i've been consigned to this pitiless magnetism
a pole that grows ever the austral
universes twisted into impious universalism
all the isms pouring tar into the chrism
mankind covered in the muck and the sludge
traversing manifold destiny
the end itself has been rotated 180 degrees
drop to your haggard knees
while a bad thing begets another bad thing
and the blood of Mary flows into the estuary
we inhale smoke from the carnal cloud
becoming slaves to sensation, feel the contraction
so prone to the emptiest of abstractions
we're so far from where love was
observe what's become of us
never forget what has been lost
never forget the inmost death
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dei gratia rex
03:55
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if nothing is free from the realm of the contingent
God is dead and i must become him
if man is a long heavy sigh trapped in being and time
i will tear the muscles in my forearm in order to carry him
out of the deadened reddened sea and into Agartha
king of all worlds, a gleaming sword in my hand
amid the glory of conquest, a gentle tapping at my conscience
interrupted by ash trickling down on my head
i had reached the center of centers, but it was veneer and facade
bestowed with the consolation crown of king Nihilismus
an acephalous and bloody wretched bunch we may be
gurgling the filth of the aforementioned deadened reddened sea
if God is dead we must revive him
heaven knows we won't survive him
oh how we miss you oh blessed fylfot
i sense your absence in my soul
and i see Christ bloodied and bleeding
the yoke is loosened and dole
and i know why she cries
and i know why
because it's midnight
there's nothing left on the inside
there's a stigmata on my tongue
all our cities are sprawling and falling
mark another tally, o indelible one
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4. |
ambivalence
02:20
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do you feel right?
do you have that sense at all?
can you act kind?
can you act some way at all?
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gust of wind through the window
unbecoming smells and poofed up hair
portraits of children that aren't yours
can't remember what's for dinner
abject decrepitude
just rotting in a room
an emaciated figure carries your dried up womb
your bloodline is now dead
perhaps for the best
television induced coma
programmed into anxiety
what is negativity
in a world of negation?
i ask you again, what is negative in this corrupted age?
your fat sister isn't there
to comb your knotted hair
put all my sweet sugary pity in your iced tea
you cling to life like a child to its mother's bosom
another drop, another numbness for a modern woman
what is negativity
in a world of negation?
i ask you again, what is negative in this corrupted age?
to be unshaken during an earthquake of vice
to be dry amidst a tsunami of filth
to be so still caught in a tornado of depravity
to be free from corrupted Samsara
to never live consigned to life
to embrace strife
to welcome pain
this is the way
the ancient way
to live for death
but not in death
to die for life
and embrace strife
escape from the clutches of your mother o' decrepit one
and breathe free air
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shed living
08:27
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across the room this gray cancer spreads of its own inertia, symptoms converge as branches ensconcing themselves around the nether perimeter of the firmament, raining sterilizing ash upon the soil dividing us from absolution and the Absolute, concealed in sparks and traces and breeding resentment among the separated, and a bad thing begets another bad thing while Rajas gives way to Tamas my friend shaves my hair again and i lack detachment and i need to do laundry
alameda, what's your name?
i drove past your home the other day
how long have you known you were that way?
(never forget the inmost death)
giant panda, aren't you sick of all the unreality?
tossed back and forth between night and day
the clutches of the beast conjoin the clutches of the witch,
marry the branches of the west, infect the volksgeist of the east
the virgin weeps in sonorous grief
elegiac, cosmic motif
a coronach as a coronation, to honor this new repudiation
i've seen your face in cantankerous old men, and in young impudent lesbians don't go get coffee with your old friend, his pierced goat nipples will reel you back in
swagged out in a 92 honda civic, your effulgence is truly prolific a miscegenating dullard analyzing j cole's metaphysic
the virgin weeps in sonorous grief elegiac, cosmic motif
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piss earth
13:46
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the taste of the coffee
blends with the taste of toothpaste
i'm gagging on monday
i felt sick on thursday morning
big nosed man with the flaming baseball cap
in a taxi cab, 40 bucks to work
listen to bugs talk
at this gay job
i wanna fuck off, but does this action offend god?
flirting with mudsharks won't get you too far
taking kratom from this samoan kid, i thought it was moringa tea
five hours of sleep
is not what my muscles need
i stare at a screen
the whole team needs some energy drinks
how can i pray to what i don't understand
stuck in man's tripartition
i'm nodding off on sobriety
riffs washing over me
a coven with no loyalty beckoning
reconciling what it is to be
when static placidity is obviously what's best for me
drifting on currents of entropy
moving towards a settling down away from all that will never breathe
can't help inhaling the bullshit
cowards in the pulpit
plucking from the bough
i wanna talk about Satan as the trash in the ocean if that's alright with you
i'm bored of all your tears
and i'm sick of all your fears
man i'm bored of everything i hear
i wanna talk about how to shrink the evil in my soul if that's alright with you
now i'm back home
withdrawn in this malaise
a haze of autarchy of night
and i know
there's nothing more powerful than the will to powerlessness
for the modern man
knowing this as a sovereign presiding over this darkness
the magic of this town and all its cataracts and arboreal constructs
how vertiginous is this hell
that i've sculpted for myself
walking to work on a hot autumn afternoon
in my torn up blue walmart shoes
head bowed to the power of failing
adjusting my emotions like the knobs on the line 6 my mom bought me
when my tube amp broke
is why i can't in good conscience write love songs anymore
sister in arms latched onto songs about girls
i didn't have the heart to tell her our vanity was in vain
a jesse lacey in all of us
whispering saccharine lies and pillow talk praxis
to my woman just to keep her around
my woman, yeah, she likes to hear me play my guitar
but you're up in your salem with your family
doing beautiful things in canopies far away from me
blessed by normalcy
and all its purple k banality
and all the mountains look the same
"come back again some other day
when i've got something beautiful to say"
then i won't have to beg you to stay
if i'm in purple scrubs listening to the clock ticking
nostrils burning from shit stained flowers
women bereft of fleeting power
sometimes at night you can hear the chaos boiling
it's a bit concerning
but a happy worker is always working
a testament to human resilience is the thread of functionality our kind cling to
all of us unwitting cowards
all of Satan's children
those who appear in human form
but the flies gather around them
i want a complete separation
how envious am i of those who peer into hidden caverns of life
those who die free after a barrel roll over the washington sunset
the boundless tillage of this solar spirit
and year round there is a harvest
fruits that grow on clandestine trees from intangible seeds
amidst a burning albion, i dreamt of tuscany
i have to pray that the desperate sound waves i make reverberate into forever
for fear of annihilation
every second
i have to pray that the desperate sound waves i make reverberate into forever
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sweat dripping from your back
it drips onto my tongue
and i taste the wretched one
and we turn into an ouroboros of doubt
and i wish there was something more than this
traversing into darkness
off into the vast black sea
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10. |
anhaga
01:29
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i don't wanna live my life in this tortured desire
batted around by winds of suggestions and sins
filter the smell but an inner stench remains
i always get caught in the transition of states
i am alone
i am anhaga
and my duty is my own
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