Immoral parallels

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This scribe was penned in violation of the moral ethics code of conduct the dualistic opposite
Definitions vary, root motives scary, a classification of malicious intentions indiscriminately
Designed to diminish their psychological well-being or mental state of grace this paper chase
Has lasted for a thousand year of blood, pain, & tears facing fears over the years of living forever
In a day only to pay homage to no one in particular twin pens perpendicular write together as one A poetic barbarian like Attila the Hun finding new pathways into the darkness illusions of reality
Just more undesirability of immortality writing poetry stabilizes my sanity to find the ways and means to the very possibility to be happy ugh...the protagonist of which witnesses everyone he cares about dying around him turned his heart dark and know this is the aftermath of blasphemy
Cast out from the sun living with the shadow of night a nocturnal entity of divinity a ghostly figure submerged in the subconscious mind of a lunatic and false prophets only recreate the same shit...

"That man indeed whom these (contacts)
do not disturb, who is even-minded in
pleasure and pain, steadfast, he is fit
for immortality, O best of men"- Unknown

This piece is metaphorical which means it can take on many meaning depending on the reader
it's much easier to dumb it down for these clowns but that just wouldn't be me see A poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses and commences all forms of love, of suffering, of madness! He searches himself, he exhausts within himself all possibilities, and preserves their quintessence Unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith a superhuman strength, where he becomes all men the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed--and the Supreme Scientist! For he attains the unknown! He has cultivated his soul, already rich, more than anyone! He attains the unknown, and, if demented, he finally loses the understanding of his visions he will at least have seen them!
So what if he is destroyed in his ecstatic flight through things unheard of unnamable
Other horrible writers will come they will begin where the first one has fallen! So I say once Again that poetry is my true calling...

Lazarus MMXII

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Omega Jan 27, 2013 at 4:47pm
You don't own a pen...you just inhale.....exhale ...allowing your very breath to write the words....you my dear are poetry.
 
foever poet Jun 25, 2012 at 8:30am
OOOOOOOMMMMFFFFGGGGG!! this was a force of such poetic power that i nearly pissed my pants! l.o.l. seriously, a very power-packed inking of brilliant metphysical mind melting madness in the dark's descend n back out into the light of wisdom...BRAVO BRO. a truly outstanding ink!
 
jamie wambugu Jun 22, 2012 at 8:16pm
yes it is ur true calling , nicely done
 
bossy*bout*minez *Q~B* Jun 22, 2012 at 3:39pm
Damn your pen goes deeep!!::: This piece is metaphorical which means it can take on many meaning depending on the reader
it's much easier to dumb it down for these clowns but that just wouldn't be me see A poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses and commences all forms of love, of suffering, of madness! ::::
This itself could have been a whole ink spill!!

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stranger Jun 22, 2012 at 9:05am
... poetry calls and those who know enough of evil find it the way to express the Truth of endlessness from which we came ... as if we were imagined, an illusion, a virtual reality of what endlessness could not be any other way ... we are thus separate until we see through the veiling to understand we are the illusion, it runs in our belief ... but that which crated us wants more, it wants its creation to know it ... that is Love and that is where it draws us with its Truth, rewarding its creation with deepest bliss, happiness, fulfillment as we all move inexorably at different speeds to the point of illusory life as one, all knowing we are not what we see, but what we are...
and we scarce have the words for what we are, an endlessness undivided as we seem to be , whch is why all come to Love in the end....
 
Poeticizer . Jun 21, 2012 at 4:48am
Great work deep stuff this is:)
 
Nore148 Jun 20, 2012 at 11:08pm
He attains the unknown, and, if demented, he finally loses the understanding of his visions he will at least have seen them! Loved this line, true are your words of wizardry for your calling is that of becoming two crafted into one to create what we know as Lazarus poetry in the living form. Great drop.
 

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