kenye

kenye Mar 2013

We were the ones
lost inside ourselves
ruminating pasts
presently breaking out
A shift in consciousness
we are right here now

Beating at our chests
Bleeding out the truth
We'll show them what we're made of...

Stars
Align in our eyes
tuned into the skies
where we used to be
outside the physical frequency
Now our souls emanate the writers plane

Rise up
that burning inside
set fires with our minds
immolate the world
just to watch it burn

Everyone else will take pictures of it
tuning themselves out
turning themselves in
uploaded sell outs to the ether

We're the heart arsons
coming back to the scene
spontaneously combusting out
a new beat.

I was listening to Refused's "New Noise" and had a flashback of when I saw them on their reunion tour going on in my head at the same time. The rest was me attempting to channel a spurt of inspiration I got after that show.

kenye Feb 2013

Wolf Among The Misled Sheep

Strip myself from amphetamines
Detox just to retox with anxiety
Manifested creativity
My madness got a hold of the pen again
palpitating shock waves of my manic imagination

I guess it's better to be aware of it
while the rest are possessed by self-destruction
or obsessed with reality distraction devices
Falling victim to their own vices
Held down by euphoric bliss
can't get enough self-ignorance

Shot up vain
to the ego's heartbeat
Submissive strains
on the evolution of reality
28 days late
The full moon's on the horizon of our own sanity
holding us down with gravity
While our howls take flight
in lycanthropy

kenye Feb 2013

We haven't collided yet...

We haven't collided yet
I haven't stumbled on the right words to say
until after the fact
The ghost of the stairway
haunting in consonance
praying for coincidences

Standing on introductions
during the ritualistic deconstruction
of archetypal meeting grounds

That awkward walk dance thing
we're doing with divine intervention
At least that's how I wishful think sometimes
It's better than the paranoid nature of my reality
I swear the moon's trying to follow me down
where I stare to the void and submit my crown
and it's these little things that'll save your sanity
In the end, we're just atoms anyway.

kenye Feb 2013

Through the cracks of the Heavens

5th element calling
A 4th wall broken
by a 3rd eye projection
2nds later
we are
1

manifestation

kenye Feb 2013

Telepathic Foreplay

She's tapped into another realm
Sitting on top of the world
Resonating the astral plane
At least in my mind
She's above me
So divine

A crown wrapped in flowers and gold
Diamonds in the sky
Cut through the noise
and crack down to shatter the Earth
Looking pretty amongst the chaos

She catches my eyes to bring the temptation of the Goddess
Always within reach
but afraid to touch
to release
Let go of everything

This is where our souls intertwined
The tango of our 9-5
Looking forward to breaks in reality
Our survival mechanisms
From the bottom to top
Where her crown connects realms of telepathic foreplay
A mindfuck of sorts
Black and blue balled by the true cowardliness of reality.

kenye Feb 2013

Relapse On Innocence

Intervention
That's what the town needs
This is where our stories cross over
Intersection
the battle lines in the street
On the right side of the track marks
The rest is just memories in battle scars
Maybe the ones they dented in
maybe the ones self-inflicted
The skin graffiti doesn't run
It's fight or flight that led you here
Take a breath and distribute
all along the being
back to the heart
you followed the path
Now create your own rehabilitation reality
and relapse on innocence
your missing peace of mind
betrayed by arrogance

— The End —