indic mist
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10/23/2010 10:39:44 AM
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The kingdom of bliss...
Altered visions in the spiraling mind ..
just before dawn shifts the night...
the shadows and the sounds change...
with each passing moment in time...
we gave birth to the progeny...
of our thoughts that created our sound...
and did the dance of our souls...
within the sanctity of the open hearts alter...
To the doors of the kingdom of bliss...
we pay homage with the spirit of life...
and walk on... feeling the sounds of freedom...
unshackling our blessed minds...
the circle completes and every thing falls...
into the frames slotted for the future...
leaving us in the sweet agony...
of unrequited love that was lost along the way...
The dreamer wakes up and sees a different world ...
catching the dream in its elusive and foggy recall...
over lapping reality with wishful games of the mind...
willing the vision to become existence in its heady prime...
Duality and dilemma in the kingdom of bliss...
Perception and deception in the kingdom of bliss...
Priority and prerogative in the kingdom of bliss...
Heartache and pain in the kingdom of bliss...
Great lovers lie in hell...
The stubborn one's infatuated by the flesh upon the bones...
Stuprate they rend each other when they kiss...
The pieces kiss again no end to this...
Still I watched them orbited nice...
Their flames not more radiant than their ice...
I dug into the quiet earth and wrought the tomb...
And wrote these lines to memorize their doom...
For what is forgotten is remembered...
Entwined like vine around the carcasses of aged kingdoms...
Ruined yet regaled of resplendent times...
Fortune for the fortunate... damnation for the condemned...
The Kingdom is abound and abundant again...
These are neo pantomimes...
Where fortitude holds the smile on the faces...
Collect your thoughts and move on my friend...
For times like these are yet to be stoned...
In edifices for people to look upon...
Imagination fraught with imagination...
waking up into a dream... for when we rest...
We collect ourselves in monastic ecstasy...
And bring to us the kingdom of bliss…
The bearers of doom herald the new dawn...
Searing our hearts with icicles of cold hatred...
Freedom chained by the loss of withered trust...
Bondage is the call of our unknown destiny...
Where faith has moved out of our placid existence...
Taken over by fear and distrust... deceit and unrest...
The walls of the kingdom now resonate with the sound...
Of the silent wails in the whirlwind of utter madness...
Not of this earth we are, but on it…
Where the hardy rise and emotions flow…
What of mountains and rivers below…
For all the love that we bestow…
What angst and diatribe we throw…
True to this bane and duality, we continue our rest…
To wake out of the Kingdom of Bliss…
would take us back to the beginning of time…
where what is zero and what was one…
embrace each other and become none…
In that nothingness, we collide…
Permeating skin and making life…
Concentrating us into an orgasm…
Vowing to walk the path, ordained…
And then again everything rests…
And then again the Kingdom beckons…
Enticing us in with its absolute light…
Rest and sleep, my friend…
For time is still and there is still time…
To imagine what is night and what is day…
Only a jostle for space to be…
But in the Kingdom, you may call it what you may…
Truly blessed are we…
Suspended in space and yet we exist…
Into that unknown we pray…
Offering allegiance with demonic swathe…
So here we are, at medians & tangents…
As lines scar foreheads with fertility of grays…
Into the Kingdom of Bliss, let us go…
Experience anew a silent lucidity…
The kingdom of bliss is extending it's regime into the fathoms of our minds...
The bliss shattered... the seance disturbed by ghosts unwanted...
Serenity in it's duality of silence and mayhem of frothing emotions...
We stand our ground as the walls are broken and all hope is lost...
Forsaken by the wicked malign of distended unfettered thought...
Revoking the revered chants of sanity within it's broken bounds...
Loosing the path in the solitary search for solitude in it's bliss...
Wracking our souls with the poison of the unending venom of ur kiss...
Imploding effervescence of consciousness…
Shedding skin from didactic to lysergic…
Retribution we seek…
Luminescence haloing around resilient depraved divinity seekers…
Bat and brick them…
From the broken walls of the Kingdom…
So that our kind can go on…
Through the chaos collective…
The markets of trade outside the sacred citadel…
Those who gave, have given away…
Those who took, have taken it all…
For all bereft and all abound…
Structures of reverence were found…
Scarred by myriad hues of another kind…
Garbed seduction, treacherous enchantments…
Selling absolution and enlightenment…
Far from bliss… Bonded into freedom…
Come away…to the Kingdom unfounded…
Till the day we look into the sun…
Our vision limited by the infinity of our field…
Leaning to caress that which is near…
Lackadaisical when close… and pining when yon…
Process of evolution, we hear, words from across the wall…
Leave the old and carry on…
Allure that makes us open the door…
And succumb to treachery beyond…
The Kingdom falls…
To regenerate into a metaphysical state…
Where lapses of time are unknown…
Progeny of a million verses to be foretold…
With collective pounding of sand and water…
We build ourselves another core…
The Kingdom of Bliss… arise’…
Feed the kingdom with the flames of lust...
Burning desire like melting flesh on the pyres...
Arise and awake in the dark of the sun...
Revive and survive with the spirit of dawn...
Ur progeny is let loose in this myriad world...
Seeking the sacred domain within and without...
What was inside is now far on the outside...
The souls transcend into their sacred dance...
The kiss of life is what leads us to our destined death...
as the venom has taken it's toll and laid us to rest...
unspoken words hiding our desires unfulfilled...
wielding scattered forces that will always foretell...
witness to the reason and resonance of our souls...
we bow in allegiance to the reign of the kingdom...
bliss in our being we march through the doors...
losing the dread that forsakes the essence of bliss...
We learn and imbibe for our reincarnated souls...
The cycle goes on without an end...
We started as one now move in a throng of zillions...
Unrequited souls looking for solace...
Damnation condemned by divine intruders within...
Did we stop to think where it all led...
Placing our hearts on sacrificial alters...
Redeemed in death for a new beginning...
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Steve April
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10/23/2010 8:20:53 PM
yeah, I really do lol!!!
also, added your song "chirua" to m'station, "a song about a bird in love."
look forward to checking out your additional tunes in the days ahead.
in music,
--steve
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