Knowledge controls our Perception
Knowledge is Universal Currency
Author: brandon
Running in the Cold
It was cold
Devil stole a soul
Angel dropped some gold
And the Sun came up like a God…
The Universe
Before you judge a pull from the Universe, measure what it pushs…
~Me
Skeletons
As I embraced my Girl
Loving, breathing, feeling
And daylight fades to breeze…
I seen in my mind
As reality unwinds
We are but Skeletons – just beneath
Alien Technology
Ancient Evolutions
Bio Machines
Mystical Mannequins
Lost Hominids
And it suddenly felt strange
Viewing two Skeletons embracing
From powers of a Mage…
The Moving River
When trying to accomplish something:
-Improvise
-Think outside the box
-Think of your competition
Just – Keep Moving
Heat Lamp
Silver Sun Ocean
Insect Hum Commotion
Sun Stained Vision
Trace Objects with Silver Over Exposure
Clay Cloud Dust
Poisonous Pollen
Dried
Fried
Earth Crust
Sun Burned Cans
Indian Tans
Red Rusted Cars
Tobacco Butt Tars
Clay
Hay
Burn Blister Day
The Worst Thirst
Dry Eye
Dry Sky
I Die
Scorched Air Glare
Sweat Beads
Are My Crown In This Town…
Your Heart
Life’s Spark – Starts the Heart
Life’s Mark – Follows the Heart
Vampire Verse – 2
Sun fear
Clouds smoke smooth
Like white light undaunted
Smoking sky clusters – hiding my magic moon
Hide not my mirrored moon
For the searing yellow sun torch
Burning blatent black – cinder blisters
Comes soon
So – Soon
Sending
A – Swoon
Running ram-pit
Wild Wicked
Sisters
So
I fade
Into Shade
Slipping so stark
Within my blackish darken
Velvet dark
Vampire Verse – 1
Sad Vampire Man
Let us go to the theater
Let us go to the grave
Let us go to our sacred sleeping
The only escape for a slave
For if lifes essence shall slow
So shall we become Vampires
Within our mirrored madness
Our shattered salvation
Our painful peace
Knowing darkness as light
And light as night
For as flesh we bite
For as blood seeming bright
Some familiar – fraudulent faces
Some dim – dreary disgraces
God hath forsaken me
Satan has sent to kill
I find peace neither heaven nor hell
Why do I dwell in ironic epitome
Why do I dwell in paradoxical hell
Who’s jerking my soul strings
Who’s severed my angels wings?
I’ve been born
Unto the storm
Sealed forever more
Within a dream
The Void
The Void
That reigns overhead
The silence – more deafening to my soul
Than any noise
I’ll ever know…