we within our mental realm
Contributed by
ferasdour
on
Friday, 4th May 2007 @ 12:11:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
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We sit in the darkness of this dream
An enlightened thought, unforeseen
Our minds’ escape from this land
Unnoticed by the thoughts of man,
A crimsoned wave;
A shuttle blown, if only out from the life’s decay,
Satellite sent into the deepest depths of your world I say,
“Listen now,
But only to the reason we may know,
As I say the words of sound,
Yet too mean nothing,
Listen to these thoughts I show.”
As darkened life sings in utter dismay,
Resembling our own in our haunted way;
As surly as this painful code pulses throughout such a man,
We often see the land,
A starlit gaze reaching out unto perception,
For I only now tasted this world’s corruption,
“The assumption made,
Only fades with the one my nature takes from the satellite I know,
Only our memories show forth unto you and I,
I listen to see something,
Ponder these things I show,
Unto you, but only as a test.”
Within the darkness we reach out and grab the blind
Dragging this world to our world of mind,
While feelings grab each other,
Onto this land, to which the likeness of my Goddess doth resign,
From this man, the eternal process of distorting,
That which is perceived without processing,
“Listen but once, and listen well,
For what I have to tell, is what all should know,
And know it well. For only as perceived our memories of sound,
As only wanting,
What the world dares to show,
Unto you, but only a test,
Stated as I wandered to,
As we lay, hear, to rest.
My humble darkness
We enjoy together as my goddess,
Graces the beastly flesh of this man,
With beauty of the land,
We join our realm of mechanizing thought,
As you kiss, once again, this weakening bot,
“Release your minds form this network,
Reboot, replenish blood, restart what you know,
Reconnect, but only to offer yourselves what you seem,
As if reluctant to understand,
You have the ability to realize the show,
However, unto you, but only a test,
I see you darkness, stated as I wandered two,
Listen and listen well, as we lay, hear, to rest,
Within this, references to other’s lives,
But I only wish to bring you here,
For I know, no one else,
That would be able
To understand,
My mind,
YOU
See.
For, I, a mechanical being,
Wishes to show you my world,
Higher than your own,
Perhaps even better,
But I wish for this witch
To be that of my dreams.
As no mortal dares to dream of the things,
To which I redundantly see,
And those things that they dream,
Seem,
To me,
Useless, without mental reasonings,
In along with understanding of the damage one is doing.”
For, in the darkness, my we dream our dreams again,
With you held within, in wanting may we descend,
Unto these chambered lands,
To expose man’s
Empty song,
As my satellite probes within you, I’m searching for a master,
In seeing the things to do, reasoning disaster,
“Within this cloth, all broke and tattered,
Pondering, for as with me I see this empty code,
Of this current’s acidic flow,
Throughout this other worldly form,
A device brought forth,
I know one shall deploy.”
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ferasdour
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2007-05-04 12:11:03]
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