Mar 2012
Depth without Labels
The world is changing, ever so vividly described in my subconscious but it's encoding cannot be retrieved; an alternate state that cannot be retrieved; a side of me that cannot be retrieved.
The skies above are blending in with my mind and I am uplifted into the heavens and past the atmosphere, stratosphere, troposphere, mesosphere.... Conscious-sphere.
Layers of my mind, layers of my mind....
Time has stopped in my mind as I await an answer in my heart....Data cannot be retrieved; emotion void and null, noxious pain in my heart -A blood-stained memory is it's root.
Encompassing consolidated eons in my own era, I await a Golden Age where my mind has eliminated threats that are non-existent and yet present in a ghostly form; vestiges.
Blind to the heart of a matter, that strength is derived from, that a solution is obtained through emotional fervency symbolized through reckless flecks, careless mistakes, vivid flaws imprinted on an innocent canvas.
Phantasmagoria; pain is red, emotion blue, and yet contradictions are intertwined; these elements are one in the same.
Pyroclastic eruptions upwards, icebergs falling down from the sky, these elements are headed towards a collision and then ecstasy will cease.... But why....?
Elements of darkness course through my veins; I've been infected by the demons of an unforgotten past.
Foraging for bloodshed, they indulge in another's pain; they hunt for an abscess so they can bite their way in.
My soul is an anomaly that ***** everything in; words have been internalized; an omen is set in my heart.
Pushed six feet under with nails in my wrists, I experience a painful memory and I fear that I might die…….
"Why, oh why? Why, oh why?"
"You've wounded me!".... A death; a wish; a hope.... Life.
For a while I am undead as I roam about in pain, I observe all of the living with a glimmer in their eyes.
Feeling unworthy of prayer, I wish for virtue instead and that the sun will be over the horizon to gaze upon it in peace.
In that day undead vessels will be dissolved, then a vessel of sanctity will arise to take that vessel's place....
A star falls from the heavens and shines iridescent lights; "How will I survive in a world that is so full of hate!?"
Thoughts within me are changing, instead of data I finally feel; a deity lurks within me and artificiality is no more.
Evaluations can be scourging, but my skin is growing back; no longer is it evil, but divinity that courses through my veins.
Butterflies are embracing a warm and airy heart; my shackles have been broken and my love is here instead.
Blessings will ravage those demons then their identities will be revealed; no longer will their hunts be fruitful and they will have to replot their course.
What is my future? Eventualities will never cease; time will be everlasting and passion will be it's core.
My soul is efflorescing, and in time it will be revealed, that The Crag will be my Shelter and it's rivers will be my Shield.
To The Demons of An Unforgotten Past,
*By Sanders M. Foulke III
The world is changing, ever so vividly described in my subconscious but it's encoding cannot be retrieved; an alternate state that cannot be retrieved; a side of me that cannot be retrieved.
The skies above are blending in with my mind and I am uplifted into the heavens and past the atmosphere, stratosphere, troposphere, mesosphere.... Conscious-sphere.
Layers of my mind, layers of my mind....
Time has stopped in my mind as I await an answer in my heart....Data cannot be retrieved; emotion void and null, noxious pain in my heart -A blood-stained memory is it's root.
Encompassing consolidated eons in my own era, I await a Golden Age where my mind has eliminated threats that are non-existent and yet present in a ghostly form; vestiges.
Blind to the heart of a matter, that strength is derived from, that a solution is obtained through emotional fervency symbolized through reckless flecks, careless mistakes, vivid flaws imprinted on an innocent canvas.
Phantasmagoria; pain is red, emotion blue, and yet contradictions are intertwined; these elements are one in the same.
Pyroclastic eruptions upwards, icebergs falling down from the sky, these elements are headed towards a collision and then ecstasy will cease.... But why....?
Elements of darkness course through my veins; I've been infected by the demons of an unforgotten past.
Foraging for bloodshed, they indulge in another's pain; they hunt for an abscess so they can bite their way in.
My soul is an anomaly that ***** everything in; words have been internalized; an omen is set in my heart.
Pushed six feet under with nails in my wrists, I experience a painful memory and I fear that I might die…….
"Why, oh why? Why, oh why?"
"You've wounded me!".... A death; a wish; a hope.... Life.
For a while I am undead as I roam about in pain, I observe all of the living with a glimmer in their eyes.
Feeling unworthy of prayer, I wish for virtue instead and that the sun will be over the horizon to gaze upon it in peace.
In that day undead vessels will be dissolved, then a vessel of sanctity will arise to take that vessel's place....
A star falls from the heavens and shines iridescent lights; "How will I survive in a world that is so full of hate!?"
Thoughts within me are changing, instead of data I finally feel; a deity lurks within me and artificiality is no more.
Evaluations can be scourging, but my skin is growing back; no longer is it evil, but divinity that courses through my veins.
Butterflies are embracing a warm and airy heart; my shackles have been broken and my love is here instead.
Blessings will ravage those demons then their identities will be revealed; no longer will their hunts be fruitful and they will have to replot their course.
What is my future? Eventualities will never cease; time will be everlasting and passion will be it's core.
My soul is efflorescing, and in time it will be revealed, that The Crag will be my Shelter and it's rivers will be my Shield.
To The Demons of An Unforgotten Past,
*By Sanders M. Foulke III
