A TRUE STORY ABOUT THE COLOR BLUE

isolation swirling the void away from the center.
deprived, asleep, and amending with my shadow.
believer, believing, sympathizing with negative identity.
where has time been?...

here i stand, to drain at this tainted well again.
my silhouette will bend the blinding light into your eyes,
and burn them if you haven't learned to clearly focus.
you are just half-blooded and helpless.
the programmed regression is encoded into your veins.
i've seen the engine long time a'comin,
but baby, i live on the railroad tracks.
somewhere in the past, the future is unfolding,
encircling the self-centered and the simple minded.
there is something more than this repetition, surely there is.
we are not placed here to waste away.
our name is growing louder and clearer,
so let the guiding harmonies pulse through you.
accept the inevitable.
impatience allows indefinite wounds to fester.
salvation is lost in thought without action, yet, i am defined.
i am still alive. i am discovered through fulfilling purpose.
such a stage is painful, yet necessary.
it is to purge the wounds and approach the challenge with full strength.
understanding the weakness to use it for greater cause.
a soft-spoken yet lethal pandemic.
foresight is blinded by subjective perspective,
so shall we grow through to the archetype?
or do we continue to judge our own?
the ones who are here to further the cause?
stifle the visionary, and blind the savior.
the choice of a fool is all it will take
to topple the will of complete control.
total understanding.
severance is only material.
confessions are only words.
distance sets nothing but matter between us.
the simple regrets will linger as a lifelong reminder.
wholly captivated, or captive.
who but yourself will decide?
imagination's honest wonders lift us out from waking slumber.
now the brilliance is truly refined.
darker desire becomes so partial to assumption, to lies.
the hunger for knowledge coupled with a misled mind
can hastily consume the construct of being.
a set focus enhances the glow.
the onlooker chains hold me fast to the ocean floor.
ignore the instantaneous alert. take in the saline.
embrace internal deception. dialtones, deadening the receptor's reach.
my only communion is with a black hole.
slowly yet surely consuming my safety.
respire and repair, we're almost there.
is it empathetic or cancerous to ponder ancient rhetoric?
this silent repose is all too familiar, yet outgrown.
over and under the now and the never was.
breathing blisters my lungs while in this cave,
beating heart from rhythm, with hopes they'll repair through time.
degenerate and deposed.
the sleeping become the impaired, an evolution at the strike of a match.
soaking in combustion while their minds are moving upward and onward.
art is evidence of the arson, and i am the torch leading it along.
integrated and transforming, wide awake.
slowly but surely, don't forget. forsake.
what was once life will soon be made of stone.
the waking desire of a slumbering lie.
i am fire drowning cries from the home, in the sea of treachery.
the test subject of my own experiment.
subjective nature to detach into objection.
an optimal curse cast on a perfecting identity.
gradually disintegrating and recomposing.
a crucial amalgamate of greater causes are we.
the brotherhood theory.
exponentially balanced polarity of the western horizon.
it's more than meets the eye. ready, get set for disaster.
get over it. pacing back and forth over a knightly pattern.
the pieces will fall into place. impulse retentive.
the imagery is beginning to make me sick.
somehow the thought of it has triggered a retrogression.
who are you? and why am i drinking from your cup?
here we stand, all beside yourself, picking up where you fell off.
earth in earth again. still can sense the signature, so familiar.
a life once lived sort of familiar.
now i am remembering why i know you.
from when you stole my light, you thief.
locked up for the time that yours goes out.
sorrow becomes us when all that's chosen is to suffer.
your world is a mirage, forcefed through your intrinsic partiality.
a foundation set in the sand.
now despondent over a saving grace, a loving embrace.
powerful confidence and hope
seems arrogant to those who are logically blind.
i am living as an optical activity, observing and influencing.
this presence alarms only those who lack harmony with earth's vibration.
i am not what you judge me to be.
you are pilate and i am just me.
embracing euphoric equality, we're only men for now.
mind over sight found the fault
between the source and shadow that leaves you sightless.
life inversed at my variance with essence,
became these hands,
focused my eyes,
and began teaching me to live within the allusion of which we all are unified. distress, was this contrition?
why, the circles of hell are the ones you talk around yourself.
the worst fears are the ones you confine to your heart.
we're born hand in hand, as afferent exponents.
allied by the human condition and cause.
swing around the world with me in harmonic motion.
apoptosis.
collusion descends into ceaseless ambivalence,
obstructs perspectives, and shapes inevitable ruin.
pretension, the anathema of the bombastic,
averts the mutable symbiotes that keep you from stasis.
no phenomenon is unparalleled by reason.
toiling conjecture is no pious regard to collateral perspective.
discover concurrence with the patient reflection, and coalesce into solace.
observer or catalyst, whichever you prefer.
your soapbox is an ocean of guilt.
a self-portrait without my face.
whispered in the wind it's so hideous,
but sheer beauty at the top of your breath.
trap door dissatisfactions and repose, or daggers.
monotonous the drone, ringing and drowning the voice out of the world;
goodbye. i am remembering so much more now.
forgotten, my name, nowhere and everywhere;
translated to relative hyperactivity.
gaia's glow sings our solar song while we chant her requiem,
with all due respect.
they're building up to heaven and we sit by,
speaking tongues without a question.
living the lie?
goodbye, living the lie.
saving the earthbound by staring out into brilliant lights,
i'm becoming omniscient and blind.
my thinking in line with infinite mind,
is transcending limits of our space and time.
i'm severing circles that bind me to earth,
and leaving the haunting behind.
this glimpse of genesis, it was just what you said it would be.
pulsating views contoured by silver bullets.
i only haunt myself. i only haunt myself. i only haunt myself.
an incoming signal from a new saturnine moon.
the ancient stare of lucid newborn eyes.
lost faces paint themselves singular and opaque.
the devil wears a white dress to dance on my chest.
as we are swirling into the center, gravity take me and save my ego in the swell.
i know your circle will always come back around.
a directive is shaping into focus.
the pull will set us in our place.
our puzzle's composed of secular pieces.
differing so yet identical still.
helical beacons glimmer overhead, calling out.
this is how i identify. this is who we are.
buzzing spectra come to drown the name out of my fabric.
glue my forgetfulness together, hummingbird of hyperspeed.
your wings will quicken to cosmic materia.
believe what you choose to believe, or live what you are sensing now.
for some, maybe both.
why would you keep your friends from focus out on the open sea of space?
or one day away from Center?
always remember that your name is just a word,
and that periscopes are practically worthless out here.
suddenly there is no beginning or end in sight.