With Love
I remember as a child my large box of lego pieces. There were thousands of them, all from different sets that my father had bought me. After I finished building the structure on the box I would break it down and make so many other things. Grande cities stacked on colorful bricks, racetracks that zoomed from under bed into the living room. At that age I found the possibilities to be infinite, that there was one city unlike the others, the slick and oozing yoke of boredem was beyond my atmosphere.
Grandiosity in uncontrollable curiosity is a force that escapes most. It's a certain twitch that is undefined in its necessity to find something in the environment, something unknown. To look for a certain deviation or error of some sort and hopefully find a way if not to correct it, to implement it. Here is where I lurked, in the moldy basement of my mothers house, searching in the heaps of luggage and junk for something. I found a crevice between a large black plastic that had odd protrusions stretching it out along side a large dusty leather duffel bag. There was a darkness within these items that lured me into a spiders web and along with it its deceased and liquidized prey. In that time I wailed my arms aggressively to rid of the cobwebs but all that came of it was a piece of broken glass deeply inserted into my thigh. I stood there looking at what had just fallen into me, this sullied glass covered in dirt and blood. I was stunned by it, and it hurt very much but I stood there for a very long time just staring at what had just entered my body, the effects of it. And if it was not enough, I walked out the basement and up the porch steps to look for help.
It was in this same house that I grew close to the natural inhabitants of the earth. All my days I would spend them discovering new bugs, studying their actions and natures. After all, each distinct bug has its own distinct personality, a certain movement that separates them from the rest of the creatures. In mornings I would spend my time killing off those wretched red hundred legged critters that littered the basement and most corners. Hours passed when I looked within one of the garbage cans to find it completely infested by a hive of maggots. I stared deep into the terrifying abyss of the swarming larvae, the putrid smell was intoxicating and the twisted idea of me falling into the garbage can came to the forefront of my mind.
At midday I would spend most of my time watching bees fly in and out of their hives. I would see them travel from flowers to their hive or I would see other bees scout the environment, patrolling the area. Some of them would spot me and pester me at my porch steps. I greeted them with a handshake. And when I opened my hand, the dying bee laid there, right under the spot it had stung me. I did this many times, not for cynical purposes but to see which bees survived. Generally, the worker bees that came to sting me would die after one sting. But there were scarce few that survived the impact and those that did I did not kill. I understood that some bees were stronger than others even if there innate task was the same. That there is a small percentage that are indeed stronger in the most exclusive ways, despite their position.
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At night the galaxy swirls in mysterious ways.
Chaotic shifts in the sky cause rifts to ripple open,
nauseating darkness spreads outwards...
A cloud appears
suffocating the world in its overwhelming black distinction
Under it tenebrous waves it lays...
Colossal towers of teal steel
They are quickly realized
and established
under everyone's perdition
Beneath their mountainous bodies people are crushed
firmly between the face and the soot
of what they'd all created
As these structures rest on the earth they release a seething gas,
and an alienating beam
that carves its way across the planet
towards other towers
I and others look up high into the green decaying sky
and I cry
WHY?
And a hidden man looks out of the his tall tower and down at me and screams manically,
with happiness and zeal in his lungs,
You Know Why!
Human Do You Know
It is when the winds begin absolving into their final forces,
when the sky shatters into falling pylons
like stalagmites
bursting into the soft belly of the earth
It is when from the very center of vibrating melted metals
that ice presents itself
as the glacial essence of the universe
to form a frozen kiss of death
And amidst the swarm of chaos that clutches so at my heart
I feel within the fissures that curse the land
a ghostly exhale
that pushes me off the edge...
And I fall...
into the caverns of the earth
Into the blast of frigid air that only dares at my deathbed
to bring me back up forth
into this tortured world
And I dare to ascend
to reach the finite heights of these nefarious towers
to pass by Death itself
and find myself at the window of the hidden God
And when I walk into the tower from its highest peak
I enter his room of horned ridges
and dripping black steel
of illustrious mirrors that reflect me
from a thousand angles
I look ahead and I see a flight of stairs
and as if nothing had ever occured on earth
a serene silence envelopes the tower
and from deep under the thousands of floors
I hear a periodic hammering on an anvil
the sound is chilling and reveberating
as it echoes up the tower
It sounds like a heavy hammer of unbreakable ice
slamming away at something made in a blazing heat
as if the smith has a tremendous force
that is unyielding like time itself
As I delve deeper into the tower
the sound becomes impenetrable
the intervals between each hammering
become nightmarish in the controlled silence
And out of the darkness that covers my eyes
I see from the flight of stairs
an open door with a blue ghostly light pouring out
And each time the hammer drops
the light shines ever so harder
just for an instance
I make my way down the last step
and approach the door
I peer into it and I see
A cloaked man smithing an object
lost in the glowing sparks
Finally he slams one more time down on the anvil
and picks up the newly constructed item
a crown
He looks into my direction and says...
You Have Come a Great Way To Find Me Here
He looks down at the bony crown
that sparkles with a dense gleam
I Have Made This For You
For me?
Yes. You Were the One Who Ascended
You Will Be the Only One Left Alive
Shall You Die With Your Kind?
And for a second I try to look at his face
to see his eyes or his cheek bones
but there is nothing there
nothing human.
I take the crown into my hands
and I place it upon my head
its metallic touch felt so chilling
and morbose
Above my eyes
a slow bending blueness oozes its way downwards
My hairs begins falling off
and my skin loses its pigmentation
My bones solidify in the merciless frost
that consumes me whole
While my home slowly burns away
I am alive and immortal
in the glacial towers that rule the sky.
It was in this same house that I grew close to the natural inhabitants of the earth. All my days I would spend them discovering new bugs, studying their actions and natures. After all, each distinct bug has its own distinct personality, a certain movement that separates them from the rest of the creatures. In mornings I would spend my time killing off those wretched red hundred legged critters that littered the basement and most corners. Hours passed when I looked within one of the garbage cans to find it completely infested by a hive of maggots. I stared deep into the terrifying abyss of the swarming larvae, the putrid smell was intoxicating and the twisted idea of me falling into the garbage can came to the forefront of my mind.
At midday I would spend most of my time watching bees fly in and out of their hives. I would see them travel from flowers to their hive or I would see other bees scout the environment, patrolling the area. Some of them would spot me and pester me at my porch steps. I greeted them with a handshake. And when I opened my hand, the dying bee laid there, right under the spot it had stung me. I did this many times, not for cynical purposes but to see which bees survived. Generally, the worker bees that came to sting me would die after one sting. But there were scarce few that survived the impact and those that did I did not kill. I understood that some bees were stronger than others even if there innate task was the same. That there is a small percentage that are indeed stronger in the most exclusive ways, despite their position.
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-
-
At night the galaxy swirls in mysterious ways.
Chaotic shifts in the sky cause rifts to ripple open,
nauseating darkness spreads outwards...
A cloud appears
suffocating the world in its overwhelming black distinction
Under it tenebrous waves it lays...
Colossal towers of teal steel
They are quickly realized
and established
under everyone's perdition
Beneath their mountainous bodies people are crushed
firmly between the face and the soot
of what they'd all created
As these structures rest on the earth they release a seething gas,
and an alienating beam
that carves its way across the planet
towards other towers
I and others look up high into the green decaying sky
and I cry
WHY?
And a hidden man looks out of the his tall tower and down at me and screams manically,
with happiness and zeal in his lungs,
You Know Why!
Human Do You Know
It is when the winds begin absolving into their final forces,
when the sky shatters into falling pylons
like stalagmites
bursting into the soft belly of the earth
It is when from the very center of vibrating melted metals
that ice presents itself
as the glacial essence of the universe
to form a frozen kiss of death
And amidst the swarm of chaos that clutches so at my heart
I feel within the fissures that curse the land
a ghostly exhale
that pushes me off the edge...
And I fall...
into the caverns of the earth
Into the blast of frigid air that only dares at my deathbed
to bring me back up forth
into this tortured world
And I dare to ascend
to reach the finite heights of these nefarious towers
to pass by Death itself
and find myself at the window of the hidden God
And when I walk into the tower from its highest peak
I enter his room of horned ridges
and dripping black steel
of illustrious mirrors that reflect me
from a thousand angles
I look ahead and I see a flight of stairs
and as if nothing had ever occured on earth
a serene silence envelopes the tower
and from deep under the thousands of floors
I hear a periodic hammering on an anvil
the sound is chilling and reveberating
as it echoes up the tower
It sounds like a heavy hammer of unbreakable ice
slamming away at something made in a blazing heat
as if the smith has a tremendous force
that is unyielding like time itself
As I delve deeper into the tower
the sound becomes impenetrable
the intervals between each hammering
become nightmarish in the controlled silence
And out of the darkness that covers my eyes
I see from the flight of stairs
an open door with a blue ghostly light pouring out
And each time the hammer drops
the light shines ever so harder
just for an instance
I make my way down the last step
and approach the door
I peer into it and I see
A cloaked man smithing an object
lost in the glowing sparks
Finally he slams one more time down on the anvil
and picks up the newly constructed item
a crown
He looks into my direction and says...
You Have Come a Great Way To Find Me Here
He looks down at the bony crown
that sparkles with a dense gleam
I Have Made This For You
For me?
Yes. You Were the One Who Ascended
You Will Be the Only One Left Alive
Shall You Die With Your Kind?
And for a second I try to look at his face
to see his eyes or his cheek bones
but there is nothing there
nothing human.
I take the crown into my hands
and I place it upon my head
its metallic touch felt so chilling
and morbose
Above my eyes
a slow bending blueness oozes its way downwards
My hairs begins falling off
and my skin loses its pigmentation
My bones solidify in the merciless frost
that consumes me whole
While my home slowly burns away
I am alive and immortal
in the glacial towers that rule the sky.
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