A sweet song from a proud siren
Summoned my diamond vision:
Time's great obsession for us all
To blossom into ice. The velvet wind
Was a lure from a deluxe lover,
A pentagram witch.  Psychic lightning,
Flaying a knack for sly power,
Brought truth,like thunder,
To a gambler's fever. At twilight,
A storm carnival enchanted,
Enhanced the wayward perfection.

Love's exalted totalty
Adheres to a root singularity
So an emotional showdown
Can be an inspiring moment
With its groundbreaking fireworks.

We can name the new in the  now
And flourish in mortalty
Here where unity can destroy utilty
And beauty is not a faultless concept.







Nature is insatiable,
Processing turning points,
Using the transhumanity  ideology,
But unrealistic optimism sets up cruelty
In personal situations in the social vortex
With our entrances and our exits
Merely amusing a new alien audience.

Raw human essence at a crescendo
Verifies impossibility
To have only been a past passion
And we shall indeed transcend the unknowable
With dignity and decorum
And romance.
With dignity and decorum.

Nature is insatiable,
Processing turning points,
Using the transhumanity  ideology,
But unrealistic optimism sets up cruelty
In personal situations in the social vortex
With our entrances and our exits
Merely amusing a new alien audience.

Raw human essence at a crescendo
Verifies impossibility
To have only been a past passion
And we shall indeed transcend the unknowable
With dignity and decorum
And romance.
With dignity and decorum.

Beyond chaos and void.

You say you do not ponder a haunting memory
Or beleve that reflections give comfort
Because not even some thinking thing
Is broken off from the pantheist
Liberated from humanity by existense itself
All the knowns and the unknowns
Display a disposition to bend
Ergo my costume consumes neutralty
And darkness is never as invisible
As my spectral thought.

The horizon , a floating melody
Abloom like any mundane wonder,
So I need not supersede all exceptions
Even in an unravelled margin.

A visual force  provokes ephemeral soldity
At the boundary,the dangerous line,
Between art and philosophy
With  the idols circulating popular enthusiasm
As we lament the surface from a spatial depth.

To be distinct from decay
Is not a vain desire.