malachi-filius
American
I write symbols in these boxes to imprint my perspective into the digital universe. All those who read my pattern of symbols, will understand -- in their eyes -- the thoughts and emotions that influence me. They'll experience my subjective niche, world-view, universe. Through direct experience, a change occurs; something novel happens. An idea shifted, an ideology reconfigured. All through the presentation of an always present thought-form. I intend to write poetry -- carefully crafted grammar, syntax, rhyme and flow -- as a means to solidify my emotions and feelings, but also to influence those who read the patterns with an open-mind. I'm here to pass on ideas, thought-forms, memetic entities and so forth to those who allow it. Enjoy.
The words within swell and twirl
Looking for some escape
Some outlet to dance and whirl
To make an appearance -- a shape
Within they rage
A storm that knows no end
Singing from their solemn cage
Only freedom can mend
Their wish to inhabit a page
A will no man can gauge
To whom no help can lend
Time never can quell
Those words that wish to swell
To dance and whirl and play
A power that cannot be slayed
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
The warm, heavy breath that surrounds every inch of my body
Soaking my skin in a tight, hard shell
I can hardly keep my head above the waters
Taking my last breath
I sink
A cocoon
Wrapped within my heavy leaden thoughts and feelings
Numbing
Slowly
Everything
I'm consumed by no-thing
Slowly rising to my chest
Consuming as it ascends
Devouring what I considered me
Soon I can't remember what I even means
Slowly slowly slowly
Down down down
I go
Is there a bottom?
Is there a light?
All I can see and feel
Is a grey
Hard
Shell
That has no boundaries
No limit
As I sink perpetually
In the leaden waters
Taking me down
To god knows where
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
revealed through the abstract construct of self
is the veiled luminosity
of the divine expression
known by the conscious mind as "God"
Through the narratives told and song of the olden days
are the secrets
we are seeking of human existence
the curiosity that drives, strives and obliges us
through our creation of tools, science and rationality
re-imagined by empirical objectivity
of the modern mind.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
Through the messy, dis-shaped contours
of pained reflections
the light — disarrayed, distorted —
make day of the endless night.
Colors and shapes manifest
in the once dark structure
through lighted emanations
projected forth by shadowed obstructions
Tricksters by nature
the archetypal projections dance
to the beat of an unheard drum.
Animated by the refracted light,
they
dance and dance
round and round
to the incessant rhythm.
Personified vessels
of noumenal glory
slowly guiding themselves
back home.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
Twisting, stretching arms
with tough, stripped brown skin
performing no harm
no sin
naught is desired but waves of gold
true love flows from such a being
two-fold is composed from the light of God
all in a day's work -- just by breathing
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC
Billions of tiny bodies
dancing with each other eternal
incessant exhibitions of physicality
in unison and harmony fraternal
distinctive in myriad ways
a part of the whole — a role it must play
for together — the bodies that dance
construct an everlasting romance
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
asleep
only acknowledged when awake
trapped
seems so easy once above
the labyrinth
of physicality
illusory creations
of geometric energy.
Lost
in the wired perception of reality
forgetting
that all was taught was taught by teachers
teaching what was taught to them
not knowing the alteration
and miscommunication
developing over the generations.
only reactions
that is what defines me
how I respond
in certain situations
how I speak and spew
opinions I heard elsewhere
plagiarizing ideas
that never really belonged to anyone
I, me, the abstract concept of "Malachi"
is an
algorithm!
a mathematical program designed to optimize relations
with continuity to any situation provided
I, concept
sleep soundly in my dream
hating, complaining, idealizing
while all opportunities
pushed my way
are ignored
for I slumber
I gave my freedom long ago
to become an automated machine
a complex voice-mail
an entity who never picks up the phone
never responding consciously
trapped in the spell of samsara
identifying with the machine
lost in the maze
no guaranteed escape
even though the exit is under my nose
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 12:12 AM UTC
We're all on the path
to self discovery
whether we're aware of it or not
Each day
brings forth
new lessons, new teachers, new light
It's up to us whether we
learn our lessons and pass our tests
and
It's up to us whether
we relearn the same lesson
again and again and again
disillusioned and hopeless
Alas!
there is no need to search anymore
for the "Guru"
the all knowing, all wise teacher of teachers
Every person, rock, tree and sea
that you see and pass by
has within them the knowledge
that you seek
You too, young, lost soul, are a Guru
blindly following your own path
influencing all that you encounter
teaching others
with open ears and eyes
all they need to know
about themselves,
the universe,
life,
unaware or not
A teacher you are
A Guru.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 6:27 PM UTC
Lost
within
within the infinite variety of patterns
Saturn's taking me down
so heavy, so comfortable
into the lull of sleep
Communication is the key
to understand the shadow
to unite both
shadow and light
to be true to the dominion of the self
to understand one's self
through
the fight
the trials
the trickery
the seduction
the fear
The trials of man
the ultimate goal
the production of gold from lead
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 12:09 AM UTC
her silvery, heavenly grace blessing all those she influences
gifting her children with powers the sun would dismiss
only the open heart receives
only the ones swaying on edge of the boundaries of reason,
swinging on the spiral,
will receive and understand
she soars faithfully, around her old body
disguised by imperfections
yet radiating and reflecting the light of the father
to remind her children of the brilliant light
from whence all came
and to where all shall go
where all already is
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 10:42 PM UTC