By Arcassin Burnham


Constant as conscience,
Blind to the fact to be lead in abundance,
this substance,
Look into the soul it calls in an instant,
serving penance,
We all have demons and all have depression,
It worsens,
No hope for the future , mental break
sessions,
Society, brings you hatred and brings you
income and its evil,
For more dawns where we could have a
day for completion,
I know that it hurts , I know that it hurts,
I could see It,
Following the rabbit as time comes and goes,
How could judge another thinking what he
wanna think , or what she wanna think, or
what they wanna think?
How could you, throw your belief in the
real away for what you think reality is?
Thought you fearless....

By Arcassin Burnham


Glad to be saying I don't like it here,
problems come and problems go,
just to grow up in a town where they hang you and they laugh at you and leave to wither.
Pushing daisies over here ,
bordem strikes me everyday,
I want excitement in a life worth living to potray and away in a haze.
Nothing left for me here,
I need to get away from here,
because lies won't stop and the people want
vengeance in world where they just take and take.
My skin is always a problem,
Thats why I always stay at home,
I feel disgusted at a country that is built using slaves and its own propaganda.
Sick and tired of fake people,
And women that just want your money,
cause they will use and abuse and accuse you of anything they want it to be.
And I think love is joke,
I tell them what they wanna hear,
because I've been hurt so many times to the point where love is a unimaginable fear.
Theres no doubt in my mind,
That being a loner suits me,
it was all about me and no one else in the world full of Cruelty,
Thats why I Got a Hole in my heart.

By Arcassin Burnham


Future Muchers , Mass shooters,
***** to be a sad loser,
Once a upon a time I use to think it was a real confuser,
If It was me and her and not you,
When it comes to love , what is a truther ?
Pinecone the brain , what is a minimum wage? A pity reducer,
The words that say leave you ****** like Medusa,
Mythical , Mystical put a spell on ya,
The brightest of being aware , super nova,
Astral , Astral , a self healing coma.

All Seeing,
Want To Be All Seeing.

Who’s eyeing up is lurking deep.
Every star looks down,
wants to drop in it and swim
deep down the burrowed stream,
that deathless ab-e-hayath
every king wants to drink.

pictures fall from heaven
and from hell but all this is one thing
bananas pineapples oranges
all the pictures are mine in this world
and this light is my eye
and your and your eye is my eye
and all eyes about my
and my eye and I'll trust you

I do not exist I do not have
in this world as well as you
I'm in your head you gave birth to me
but I gave birth to you I'm your creator
all around is falling pictures are rushing
from the future and past present times
soon time will fall soon time we die
But do not forget that it is already a long time
long ago as time has forsaken us forever

I do not exist I do not have
I'm out of you and I are out of times I'm out of time
bananas pineapples oranges and paintings
all this is the product of my eyes
and all eyes in this world are all my eyes
and I'm all your I'm your consciousness I'm your idea
you gave birth to me like the moon like the sun
and do not forget that I gave birth to you
that we all created each other
snow is snowing is snowing is snowing is coming

26.07.18

A new Prometheus breaks through
with the light not taken from the sun
but from an unknown forgotten one.
Not up from the sky nor from down
the bottom of the ocean, rose from the null!
  
The witty one then shows up
like a candle, flame on the mirror!
Everything around it starts fading
except the flame in front of the mirror.
More and more eyeballs look
on it only to be sure
anything like it was never seen before!
  
By now the world woken up at the first light
perhaps except the one who could tell the truth
what was that looking in the mirror?
Everyone's guess was as good as other's

One in the know drops a line,
there was no A B C to spell,
yet it keeps spreading.
An animated lingua
wraps round the eyeline.
All those that get wind of it
arise and keep counting.
Without a beginning or an end,
For it has no 1 or 9,
not a mark nor a sign.
Speechless, breathless me,
turn to mine, the one,
superior turned-on mind.
And it appeared true,
true to that credible nature
that identifies indeed
the 'name' of the composer!

Meanwhile, a bird of time.
A giant spell takes no time,
eases off in a blink of eye.
I start to breathe,
begin to revive, again in my
native countryside:  
some clay-bumps on the river.
I can cry, smile, now I
can shed tears.
Rhyme on the river.
What's in a river?
'Lores of time immemorial,
an open heart on the move!'

Is there anyone out there
'tapped into the running cycle of water,
following the rhyme on the river'?
One in the know drops a line,
there was no A B C to spell,
yet it keeps spreading.
An animated lingua
wraps round the eyeline.
All those that get wind of it
arise and keep counting.
Without a beginning or an end,
For it has no 1 or 9,
not a mark nor a sign.
Speechless, breathless me,
turn to mine, the one,
superior turned-on mind.
And it appeared true,
true to that credible nature
that identifies indeed
the 'name' of the composer!

Meanwhile, a bird of time.
A giant spell takes no time,
eases off in a blink of eye.
I start to breathe,
begin to revive, again in my
native countryside:  
some clay-bumps on the river.
I can cry, smile, now I
can shed tears.
Rhyme on the river.
What's in a river?
'Lores of time immemorial,
an open heart on the move!'

Is there anyone out there
'tapped into the running cycle of water,
following the rhyme on the river'?

One in the know drops a line,
there was no A B C to spell,
yet it keeps spreading.
An animated lingua
wraps round the eyeline.
All those that get wind of it
arise and keep counting.
Without a beginning or an end,
For it has no 1 or 9,
not a mark nor a sign.
Speechless, breathless me,
turn to mine, the one,
superior turned-on mind.
And it appeared true,
true to that credible nature
that identifies indeed
the 'name' of the composer!

Meanwhile, a bird of time.
A giant spell takes no time,
eases off in a blink of eye.
I start to breathe,
begin to revive, again in my
native countryside:  
some clay-bumps on the river.
I can cry, smile, now I
can shed tears.
Rhyme on the river.
What's in a river?
'Lores of time immemorial,
an open heart on the move!'

Is there anyone out there
'tapped into the running cycle of water,
following the rhyme on the river'?

Hold it with nothing
only behold with the eyes!
Lo, this crescent Moon:
The heaven's smile in the night!

It’s the discovery made
walking down the black moon.
Without a light in the sight
as if walking blindfolded
but didn't go into the blue.

Took a trip into the matrix
without squaring the circle.
With no pattern, no more decimals of pi
undefined by design but found the Moon!

A drop can
make a sea.
Like a world
a little eye can see.