Somewhere within the silence of sound...
Somewhere within the distance of eternity...
Somewhere beyond the borders of the next universe...
lies a darksome note.

A darksome note laced with supernatural black ice.
A note hidden in a darkroom.
A sacred cryptex gaurded by ancient entities...
the same ancient entities that witnessed the inception of illumination.

We are all doomed.

*Gene

Like a fist full of steel it needs no introduction.
swaying violently...  
swaying brutal.
a pit of madness awaits its adversary.

It bleeds in colour.
  Psychedelic colour, forthwith a hazy trance.
Producing a rapture of spiral descent, into a blackness unknown
and then...  
it bleeds in black.

Its a blood drunk that drinks spirits of the human kind through a straw.
A fear monger provokes phantasmagoria.
It holds no mercy, no sympathy, no alliance
only self discovery.

Face your fear monger
live your dream.

*Gene

My poetry and I poisoned and misunderstood each other again last night.
Uncertainty has always been the love chemistry that my poetry and I would get lost in together.
Not this time.
Tonight I'll be getting lost in your silence, without love...
Our silence.

My poetry and I polluted and betrayed each other again last night.
Dangerous romance has always been the oxygen that's kept my poetry and I alive.
Not this time.
Tonight I'll be suffocating in the truth.
Better to be suffocated by truth than murdered by our silence.

last night, my poetry and I looked deep into each others eyes.
I became angry and without warning my poetry began to cry in purple.
Please stop.

*Gene

We buy and sell ourselves short of the same ideal world we all imagine...
The same free world we all claim to protect.
Like rabid beasts, we trade away our ideals and humanity at the sight of blank images.
Images of greed and seduction...
Images of power and lust.

How many of our children will we sacrifice to the money Gods before we see the blood on our hands?
How many lost souls will have to cry out together, that we might listen?
How many human slaves will it take to carry the weight of our absent minds?
When will time become internal again, instead of something we stare at on walls.

Brothers and sisters...
When will we break bread?

*Gene