Ego shattering
Space
Fragile
Fleeting
Crumbling
Opening of the formless
Everyone was asleep and he walked out
Switching places
Loosing faces
The wrong way IS the way
Something good is coming

Do you ever feel as though you know the truth of all things?
Do you ever feel as though you know the entire universe all at once?

Have you ever felt 1,000 years of pain as if it were all your own?
Does it seem like you can feel all of the energy, all around?

Do you believe there is only one thread of life that is always moving in and through you in the place where there is no time and space?
Are you experiencing the most blissful joy, together with a deep, deep sorrow?

In short, do you FEEL too much? And are you confused by all this happening within? Me too!

****** myself, I, for deeds done and not done!
Cursed that horrid deed.
What would have come to be had you pre-deceased me?
Voiced in visualizing a rise of the dead in dreams
The power is death passing suffering in seizures of nineteen nights
Take away the veil of the evil in this nightmare of no awakening
Come, this way, I will show you hellishness seeping in thru cracks of the mind

In this bind I have to you I have been made deadened
Alone to follow the demons in this world
Hark to the angels to sway my actions and lock my lips!
With benign forces on a cosmic level
And all the unnatural deeds
Compassion and forgiveness lie upon us, unto each to the other
If anyone is listening, tell me now, who summoned this chaos?!

Given to women and taken the child, oh joy and ruthless cruelty!
Born and unborn.  Done and undone.
Taking my future with the end of yours, oh retched moans.
What is the hint of that to come?
Where are we in this existential void?
A sovereign flower plant seeds for regrowth in a new time.
The smell of sickness lingers
Can what’s done be undone?!

The cutting blades of thoughts
Swaying one way only to swing back this way
Again, for another ****!
I’d thought they’d be duller after much use
Instead, they swing faster as if my brain is the sharpening tool.
The gauges are becoming deeper and with better precision.
“Please STOP” I yell.
“Please HELP” I cry.
I don’t think there is anyone here.

Am I the protagonist?
I am frightened in my shaken center.
Who is in charge of the new order?
Can I be made limitless, safe, healed and whole?
I beg you, make me free to forgive and free to save the world!

Things are mostly dead
But more or less alive

We must endure
Mostly unpalatable things, yet
More or less continue to strive

We are not here to be happy
We are here to be awake

Everything is perfect

Gaze in astonishment at The Four Horsemen galloping over the rotted lands
Witness as the Death Wielder chops off heads that roll around in the sands
Let it be known that the tomb is death’s womb as the darkness of thy mothers’ womb

Beware of the Raven of the Woods and of the creatures crawling between heaven & earth.
Know that there are Chthonic gods, infernal, bad and unpleasant deities of the underworld.
Stay clear of these grudging and vengeful destructive forces known as the Three Furies.  
You will know these punishing hags by the snakes in their disheveled hair
and from the blood dripping from their eyes.  
If you see their whips, run for your life,
for they will punish you unceasingly for your lies.

Cringe at the horror that changes ordinary faces into boiling madness.
You will find discolored pus oozing from the enlarged white-heads
where tender red rings encircle the infected regions of your skull’s surface.  

In realms of blackened fates, I recall that she had to die a second time, in my remembrances of her,
so that I may have survived the first (of her actual death).

In this medieval labyrinth of purgatory, your spiraled fate also becomes mine.