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PERTINAX Aug 2017
Solemn ghosts sat reluctant
Aligned in neatly established rows
Facing the lectern of the unknown
Knowing that He who stands
Would soon cast judgement
Upon the hapless souls unchained

The prideful priest boasts purity
Trailed by flowing robes He strode
Standing tall, bright light glowing
Entering the sober hall of mourn
Crossing the pews of onlooking orbs
He prepared to sentence the dead

"The time is now to show your worth
In this life for the next
Though you sit quietly content
Beyond this hall you will repent"

The hall began to tremble
As the priest gave His command
The silence of solemnity
Quickly replaced with an eagerness
To move at His behest
Together the ghostly souls went

"Bright are the lights of few
It is plain to see
The moral life you once knew
Will now continue into eternity"

One by one the brightest of them wept
As they vanished in a flash
Until the final light stood in contrast
Against the inky orbs of fiends
It's glow beginning to pulse
Refusing the priest his past

"Curious you are my wayward son
To deny your Lord privy
Into that brilliant life you led
Makes one consider if you're really
,Truly,
Dead"

A violent ripping began to sound
The hall then began crumbling
Falling to pieces on the ground
For within that final light
A demon the priest had found
Speaking in dark rolling tones
To the wicked souls around

"This man lies to you
For you are not truly dead
Everything you see and hear
Is all inside your head
Stuck inside this holy dream
Of all the ******* you've been fed
So wakeup now and return to your life
And the comforts of your bed"

The hall fell with a sharp retort

BANG!

I awoke panting and covered in sweat
Thankful for the light of morning
PERTINAX Jul 2017
The skin sloughs ever so slowly
As it parts from the blade and body
Slipping into the pail of past identity

On top I can see the newest addition
Eyes burning with golden bursts
Accentuated by cool emerald outlines
Staring back at their owner
Accusatory
The narrow pupil dilated in question
"Why go blind?"

I ignored the orbs
Instead turning back to the business
At hand
Where I was carefully removing
Fingernails and thumbprints
One by one joining the flesh
That had once been me

My eyes glared at me
I stared back
Empty sockets dripping
Drip
Drip
"Never have I seen more clearly
For without my skin I truly feel
Without my eyes I cannot cry
Nor nails nor prints to conceal
The real me is not outside
He's inside wanting only to heal"
PERTINAX Jul 2017
Clarity consumes the self
In those quiet hours of self reflection

Who am I?
What is my purpose?

Like diamonds the answers refract
Silent shards of prismatic radiance
Swirling and painting a confluence
Of certainty and being

Peace
It seems
Rests in the dark confines of the mind
Whereas the binary relationship
Between night and day
Leans better focus absent the glare
Emitted by life
And light

This yin and yang imbalance
Puzzles me

For is not happiness a function
Bright against the soul?

Is sadness not a blindfold?

...................................

The self returns

Meditation gone

The noise of the world

Carries on
PERTINAX Jun 2017
His words fell hollow
Upon
Empty
Minds
Incapable of discerning
Greater meaning
Than what ignorance
Allows
,Faith,
It seems
Holds a monopoly
Against reason
Setting men to war and ******
**** and slaughter
In the name of a being
Unseen
Incorporeal
Yet infallible in the eyes of many
Who
For any other wont
Excuse their failings
Misgivings
Illfortunes
Not on the merit of their worth
But instead
How low they kneel
Serve
Slave
To the wishes of the word
Indoctrinated
To ignore wisdom
Trivial to their pursuit
Of blood
Hatred
Deceit
That they so easily condemned
The man
Whose hollow words
Swung silent
As he hung in the gentle breeze
Rope
Around
Neck
To a chorus of cheers
BLASPHEMER!
BLASPHEMER!
Never stopping to consider
The saviour they just hanged
Choose your words wisely.
PERTINAX Jun 2017
How can one year seem like ten?
Is love just a form of multiplication
Stacking seconds on top of minutes
To the point that each hour
Somehow violates the laws of time?
Or does the weight of our hearts
Bend the very fabric of time
Creating such gravity that our
Beats move like a wave throughout
The cosmos?

To the outside world we appear normal
Whereas the seemingly everlasting days
To them seem brief at best
For our love is anything but general
It is special to the extent
That the faster we move
The heavier we become
As we grow and learn together
Within the shared experiences
All contained within one year

365 days
8760 hours
525600 minutes
31536000 seconds
Of the special relativity
Between us and the cosmos
Happy one year Anniversary to my queen and fiancee, Tara <3 I love you!
PERTINAX Jun 2017
I emerge from the bunker
To witness the apocalypse
Sand whips my face
Spurned ever onward
By the upcoming upheaval
A grain catches my eye
Causing the first tear to fall
To the ground of the once beautiful
Earth
As she trembles and fractures
Beneath the feet of her last son

Lightning caressed the horizon
A foretelling of the destruction eminent
That has painted the sky blood red
Unfamiliar to the familiar yellow warmth
Which has seen the rise of life
Rise of man
Death of man
The end of me
This realization brought me down
Connecting to my home one last time
On my knees the tears flowed
Instantly evaporating as the heat grew

The red giant was menacing in its rise
Boiling the sand with its rays
Creating centrifugal molten waves
Racing to claim my last day
I screamed as my skin began to boil
Hair catching flame
My last thought being a memory of green
Rolling hills from my childhood
Until the world went black
I saw stars
They were so beautiful...
...
...
BANG!
...
...
It was over
The supernova ripped me and my home
To stardust
PERTINAX May 2017
The oppression of life can be sweltering
For as it is with responsibility
Not all directions are chosen via choice
Nay, sometimes we can feel as slaves
Bound to a way of opposition
Against the natural progression
That would otherwise define happiness

Nature, therefore becomes operative
In the language of experience
As from childhood to adolescence
We are free to live and choose and fail
All-the-while learning from each
What it means to be a unique
Individual from the herd that
Silently stalks its prey
Patiently waiting to strike
With its conformist claws
Coated with such vile poison
That the freedom we once had
Becomes a shuddering hallucination
Quickly fading into the obscure
And routine dance of the day to day
Operations that progresses the opposite
Impression of oppression

The heat is unbearable
Just ask the sweat dripping
Drip...
Drip...
From your forehead
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