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Profound excuses, shall-not's and thorns Dredging my steps in thickest murk Ashes, nothing but ashes of fear The unconquerable is a transition - A reverberating chapter of unwritten text That which is left when a space becomes hollow, Leaving only a t...

This is all a dream You are all a dream A multi levelled alchemical farce Set upon a crimson stage This is all a dream And so the fall to depths uncharted A place unique, yet all can reach here To feel is to know, but to see is to be deceived Fear da...

On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain - I do not expect a miracle Or an accident To set the sight on fire In my eye, nor seek Any more in the desultory weather some design, But l...

Weary of concoction, the strain of aeons grips split momentum Exhale the embers of contemplation, let the spirit escape the gaping mouth Like a brooding Leviticus, exhausted from restriction A self-imposed oxymoron wrapped in reclusive defeat Nothing is i...

Feed me crushed glass feed me ones and zero's every once in a while a new paradigm comes along but the mindset stays the same nothing changes, sometimes only the perception of value Like walking in circles through rain, whether one walks or runs make...

Tempting curious forms, forming monuments of ash As memory loses its path along the skewered lanes of life Defiled beyond any imaginable concept of concept itself. Yearning for utter annihilation Spit in the mirrors of life. A snickering contortion -...

A leap into terrible nihilism... Lazy eye of our creation Survey the broiling soup, rotting in your gaze Defying measurement and concepts bare The hideous diagram displays the arched craft Spinning leathery coils into the belly of acidic ruin Form of fo...

I wonder How Terrible it must feel to live like that To drown in your own blood But outside this vision, the circle, squared Offers new insight, and behold - understanding Of the endless regenerative motions All - Encompass the swirling void of 'potent-s...

He is the wraith which is unconquerable Maggots have stolen his voice and they escape through his gaping mouth He has no hair, only worms And torn bandages to keep warm He is the bearer of all potential suffering and all rot The embodiment of the spirit...

Tedious repetition Merciless crushing motions hammer the frontal lobes Paradigms interact with violent tongues Soothing whispers entrance the diluted, shaking hands The mind however, never asleep (Always confronted with dripping questions And sick, blat...

Reclusive whisperer, tempter idiotic Life's poisoner The final conclusion matters not Lies upon lies in a stream of piss For hope is not lost, she was never born! The fantastic visions of serene life, surreal, mirages! Veils protect the eyes from dust...

(Sample) “The very condition of Deconstruction may be at work – within the work. Within the system to be deconstructed, it may already be located there, already at work. Not at the centre, but in an eccentric centre. In a corner, whose eccentricity assures...

And the Final Ghost unveiled Turned loose from the chambers of time Howls like a wounded animal Howling forever into the night 

It exists as a mere concept, and beyond that there is nothing All perception is limited only by the awareness of perception itself Speak, marauder; bereft of lungs! "This here body is a figment of my wayward finger motion Where truths unnamable occur in d...

Let roam the seed of knowledge Spawned from a substance pure The will to power and the will to rule These lucid dreams I do hold dear Dreams of fire and a world surreal Repulsive but drawing slowly nearer. Carve hovering monuments from the living earth...

There is a vacuum where my chest should be. I feel I should express this in a more poetic way Referring to a 'heart' or 'soul' But that would not adequately describe the raw, Physical sensation present in my gut The sudden absence of something brings exi...

Drifting upwards through the tunnel of sleep Clawing at the fog and cloak of dancing mist True are the scars which awaken within the subconscious mind Unfolding motionless apparitions of malice and distortion The projection of cosmic hatred into the mind...

Unfolding folds of such ill-logical logic which stammering, leave my eyes cold - to stare at pale reflections of disbelief This ill-logic has compounded upon me Scraping at rust riddled corners Limbs of phantoms adorn these halls There is no temple that...

"All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks. But in each event - in the living act, the undoubted deed - there, some unknown but still reasoning thing puts forth the mouldings of its features from behind the unreasoning mask. If man will str...

I snuck beyond the sun before it was dying But before the storm there was no calm It is the world, and man, and the spirit of man with the World Which are hideous The energy they project into themselves It was long ago that i lost faith in beauty, other t...