Subliminal contact put me in a threshold
Buried by the weight
Began to contemplate
The chill begins to settle in
You can read it from starting from the beginning or end.
Pick up the pen I'm the next kin of this nature
A nature that can’t be bought, caught in the dark
Infinite thought running through the mind
Can’t find the correct resolution
Freshly cut from the tree of life
Heavenly glow keeping the road clear
Wipe my tear
Who will come after me...
Subconscious vapors of lucidity whisper into the depths of my soul. Pleading Pleiades, daughters of Atlas, exhale mythical wisps that wander in the constellations of my mind anointing me and by their
decree I am Divine.
More illusions of grandeur
I watch the flicker of lights
They are clear and steady
Blazing out continuously
In brilliant letters
Huge digital billboards
And cold electronic signs
Sending signals to the brain
Of the latest consumer designs
No time to think
No time to digest it
Keep on working
To pay for the transmit
I will buy a new car
And replace the TV
Keep the system rolling
As part of the economy
Stroll around the mall
Listen to the doublespeak
Join in with the crowd
Buy the same as last week
Buy now, buy now
Buy it replace it
Its good for the economy
Goodbye for now
But you will be back
Based on a short story by JG Ballard, The Subliminal Man
As I write this verse,
Wish we would just converse.
Because for every minute that passes
if feels like a year, just in reverse
When I look into those eyes,
I feel that smile is nothing but a disguise
and in the end, all it does is agonize
not just me but both our lives.
Roses are seen as perfection, yet all I see is you
Even when I close my eyes, I wish it were not an Adieu
It's like my heart itself is planning a coup
When in reality I really can't have you
As a rose, you may wilt
but my love for you will resist
because forever it will exist
until someday I'm dismissed
No single beauty is the best,
She is all one flower divine
O mystic metamorphosis!
My senses into one sense flow
Her voice makes perfume when she speaks,
Her breath is music faint and low!
An extract from The art of seduction by Robert Greene. Originally from Charles Baudelaire's "All in one".
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If only you knew,
Of the darkness that walks within your shadow,
The whispering sounds,
the unnerving fear that follows,
If only you knew the secrets,
The tales and stories,
Packed with subliminal messages,
that tells of death and glory,
If only you'd open your eyes,
And for once see,
What you thought is and was,
Is all here and real,