This Ember

The light of a bright day, fading in the distance
Optimism has made it's case to the processing system
Lessons and time churned through the morphing container
All leads to prosperity for the dark past entertained.

Time tick and the sun now gone, the day is up as the moon ascends.
A final repose of the smiling pretender, prosperity gives way to the dark month December.
The mind contorts, as the great beast descendeth.
The pain of the past now extinguishes the embers.

And I lost my sight, for the man I would tend,
Returning to the child in the end

The grasp that once was, replaced with ill intention
Now I see once more i descend.
To meet the beast within, to cremate my smiling face and return

The ash tastes of forgotten places, the times that the I would stain upon my eternal link
A mark that stained too far, i think

My heart collapses,  and proceeds to unfold
A time in which my life story is told
And again i watch my former self die, in dark flowing nothing as time passes by
The man i am or was destined to be,  has no place in me

Contort to the itch,  face another direction
The madness steps through to alternate dimension
And i see myself, the world that i crave
Fools wishes from a spurned weak knave

A world inside, adverse to the exterior
A non existence in which i am permitted relevance
Instead of leading the dark horse of irreverance

But alas,  the interior, as my externum preceeded
A hold upon my soul, my persona, defeated.
Entranced by foolish whims
Escorted to the exit of the minds world within

And again i project into the exterior, held close
And nothing touching me, not even my clothes
Spirit watches, and understands not
The time i remember or the time i forgot

Evacuated yet living
The life was a shell
This multi existence
Perception of hell

Eversoul

Waking up for the first time in this life, a reset machine, a blank memory to fill.
Install your operating system, allow yourself to provide your service.
Be sold to the being, their hands to manipulate your content.
Perform and retain, essence of the higher being.

Consume the data, store its energy, become full.
Your speed slows and the user agitates.
Be replaced by the next model, of impressive evolved capacity.
Enjoy your time in the dark, before the earth consumes you to be reborn.

Entrance to the end, trance of the ever dance,
Splendid squalour, ancient circle grasped by the collar
Undying descent of living intent into
And with no direction at all, limitless expanse within you liquid become and fill

Tapered through potential realities, a mind on the terraced tempest of tangible treats.

Introduction to inflection through reduction and refined expression, tendencies repeat and roil the pools of primeval deception.

Exquisite masterful meanings enveloped, and target identities developed for the breach sundered sleet that is the haze of life in an eternal emptiness.

Complex and diverse, intensely immersed, dense and content is vexed yet eloquent in mind searing pretense of cognitive structure assembly recognition for the sake of remedial emotion to the intense exo-centrics upon which you found fleeting faith.

In tangible reality intangible and tangible is repetition in cognition of the extended version of energised memory for the memorised energy of past present and future.

All tense in the same sense yet sequence undefined and reminded of collapsed planes and dimensions simply to appear a visualisation no more.

Exterior inferior judgment deemed interior superior sludge mind redeemed.

Ever seeking never whole.
Livid mind of an Eversoul

Entranced

As light arrives and breaches your slumber
Your eyes crack open and treat your hunger
To the left, the head does turn
And the embers of last night's flame still burn

The crackle, sizzle and a spark flies upward
Entrancing your tired mind for brief moments
The dark sky fades to a pale morning blue
The song of mornings life breaks through

You glide across dew laden plains
To find yourself amongst the dance mundane
The forest world amongst camouflage rustles
The human world of relevance bustles

A wisp amongst gusts of a cool morning breeze
Set upon the perch of distant contact observation
The minds eye and the mind I, are one yet severed
Like the one whom watches, and those observed

Connect, retract, unfold and react
Eclipsed by planetary irreverance
Amongst a small stars gaze
Apostle gifted in the pre apocalyptic

The mouth opens, a pale voice disguised by the breeze
A message caught through collection of warped centuries
Enticed by advice from patterns old and new
The I speaks quite clearly, yet muffled by the You

Inverse and reversed the time structure of one verse
The collapsing, relaxing and reconstructed reality
One tense, one phrase, galaxies form
The terms of endearment for an unknown universe

With or without a symbol it forms
The retraced steps of an unsettled storm
The crack of thunder calls from the exchange of light
And I back to mine slumber return, with the now fading light

Passing moment

I open my eyes to take in a vast blue space specked with white.
As I breathe in the first breaths i realise it is another day.
My memories come to me,  to tell me of the beautiful past
They remind me of the future in store.

My eyes close once more, and with each passing moment I feel the energy around me.
Swirling like the wind, emotions pure as the light running through them.
With each passing moment, an eager breath of life.

Open again, the material of this plane floods my vision once more.
I venture forth, into a hybrid mesh of world and man.
As I walk through their land, their energy to me comes too.
The anguish of a soiled life. The caged dreams of eternal strife.
I feel the tears protrude.

I close my eyes once more, my circle grows behind me.
Ancient entity, with me from memory point.
With each passing moment it writes itself a new line.
The endearment of my own reality, a phase of forgotten time.

I gather the circles strength, and forward push upon the blind.
My eyes again open once more, their energy remains a blatant sore.
In my heart, the darkness screams disapproval, and explodes with centric power.

As the flow takes place and I unfold, my arms wrap ribbons of life energy.
Throwing, binding, screaming and whispering.
Unto an endless sea of sadness, until I see their smiles.
My heart pauses, and the circles reflects an illusion of light.
I feel the grounds soul crush beneath, and release waves of energy.

I open my eyes into the world, and set point focus upon their lives.
Again I change phase, into a strange realm, where false purpose reigns supreme.
The whispers of the sun are kept for later perusal.
I, entranced, shed my mind.

In solace is vibration.
The shattered sounds that make a song.
I hear the call of others, and their winding visions.
And I call out, into the darkness.
Come to me, brothers of mine.

Ever

To see a place, in which would be.
In all directions, land and sea.
A wind does blow, with the gentle caress of a star.
Swirling home, till light turns dark.

Quiet place, of night and space
From within a shake
Severed sounds does a song make
And the quiet night gives way to light

The turn is over, and back around
Starlights clarity, unto the ground
Breached by floating sea vapour
Light upon your face does taper

But as you gaze, upon its marvel
The swirling home does travel
And starlights clarity gives way
To a dimly lit place, of stars astray

Flowing Sub-Sequence

Sentience assigned, eternal thought collection.
Repeating circular motions enticed through the linear illusion.
End point aligned, dynamic metric percussion.
Activated gateways denying termination points.
Forced free flowing thought, essence of the magnetic harmony of gravity.
Unseen notion, entranced in emotion. A circle within the sphere.
Breath of life, enlightened illustration of a fractal point of time.

Spreading influence with physical force. Retracting thoughts through emotional response. Anatomy of a broken chain.
The open chest reveals unknown secrets  as they oxidize,  the eternal truths tainted by reality.

Dark drawing centric maw. And existential monolith of which life once was for.
Emparted between, half understood lessons of an enigmatic life. Analogy constructed on the finite bias of an existence.

A momentary blaze, a sequence of environments, of shaped forms and memories concludes.
The trapped electricity in its own prison takes new form. Reality is created once more.

Unseen connection, through shades of non-existent variance, the link through all. Once revealed, abyssal, the immortal connection with correlation visible and obvious.
Exposed beyond centric points, through chaotic form, a monstrous conductive flow. The power to be consumed again in another form.

The alchemist to grasp at his outer existences, the energy of lost memories an apiphany. Manipulated to the ever soul that contains us all.

Immortal replications, an end point is not near, but all

The Archivist

Unity is the sanction that keeps you bound, forever unifying energy meaning and process of detailed memory.
Thought kept and stored within the fabled mesh of acid binding, swirling loops of creation.
Meet high on the terrace of feeling, the beacon that is and will be your sanctioned ground of melding,  I.
Within the debris of forgotten unity it is he that separates and reunifies held logic and particulate energy.
Ancient, like the sands of time.
Ever seeing, feeling the entirety of the world's memories all at once,  before they are sent to the place in which they shall rest, for the ever that is eternity.
Catacombs that are never ending, ever filling, ever feeling the tension of a universe of thoughts, guarded by the one aforementioned.

Great gaping maw of the Earth.
A pit in which you lie.
The sands of time have buried you.
And you lose your sense of I.

The time it took,  and taking is,
the number on your grave.
The stoic one, now watching you
and thought once yours his crave.

A fleeting glance, masked eyes,
ancient smile.
One moment's notice.
And within his body you fold.

Broken into a galaxy, every stored mind energy,
Shooting through, at speeds not thought
Your mind stored as galaxy, your life once known now naught.

He breaks the one caught in the earth, taking all that is not his own.
The Archives slowly filling, with the one that made our home.

You find your way to the end of the trail, and before you lies an old wooden door, as you near,  it is not difficult to perceive the noise coming from within. A dull clicking like a typewriter, accompanied by the humming of an upbeat tune that you only slightly recognise.
There is no resistance as you push against the timber, to a room filled by warm lamp's light. And centered in it,  a creature not classified sits with four long black arms protruding from it's back, slowly moving forward and back,  side to side, with what seems to be fireflies flowing from the finger tips,  directly into a stone wall covered in small holes,  no bigger than your fingertip.

After not long you begin to realise, that these small fireflies flow upward, from his perch upon which his fleshy tendrils root themselves into the earth, twining around what was once a metallic exoskeleton. Slowly as you observe his hunched body, you place the pieces together. An abomination, uncreation, strange combination of entities that should not genetic lines cross.

She shadows dancing from his lamp light slow, until there is an almost complete halt. His head begins to raise, and a soft slithering noise is noted, as his tendrils reach slowly unto his carapace he turns his head to you. A darkened mask of the ancient tyrants is seen, but unlike the others, is cracked. Within the crack, you notice a familiar substance, as at least it seems, a combination of flesh and tree. The being itself, as it reveals itself more, is seen by you as an incorporation of the furthest usinverse, and your plain earth.

A voice, which begins as maddened whispers but accelerates quickly to a firm and and vast baritone, approaches you with a shade of satire. "And what for...to me...you come" the being reaches up and pushes a piece of the mask back into place "faint memory of the bleeding god".

As your mouth opens to answer, you hear the whispers from the dark. He has not asked you a question, he has made his statement. The whispers have entered your mind and found his answers.
To him you are nothing more than another firefly, another fading memory of the bleeding entity that brought matter into the universe. The beast moves toward you, his hands drifting toward your face.
"Another memory, gifted by the core itself. I will take you like the others."

As his hands slowly descend upon your shoulders and head you feel a darkness sweep over your vision. As this darkness sets in, your memories, both lived and long forgotten shine through and are consumed by the beasts gaping maw. Until...

You are now floating in a sea of swirling ideals, a mist of forgotten moments. The beast has incorporated you.

As he smacks his lips, he smiles, turning back to his seat upon which he shall continue to consume the flow of time and information.

Heard, seen and now forgotten.

The moments in time are no longer.

As they are now simply data in the archive.