lips licking
thighs melting
above or below a ceiling
wet skin cries
enter smiles shaking
touch warm vibrations
fingers laugh with pleasure
flowers dance in and out
it's fun to and fro
come experience with me
Computer Programmer
Computer Programmer
Machine Human
Automaton Animal
Artificial Being
Dead Life
Void God
Alien Invasion
It was a dark and scary night-morning
There were still bright blue stars shining in the sky
I was standing there alone, not knowing where or how to run.
It was all sand and savanah around me,
Two trees in the distance ahead of me
A short and tall umbrella tree
But I couldn't convince myself to run to either.
There were not many clouds in the ceiling of this expanse
Streaky clouds in the night on my right and another cloud somewhere ahead of me-
Then there was that long streak of burning light crossing past that cloud!
A ball of fire, maybe a meteorite or something, falling towards the valley on my right
I was shaking, not from cold though-
there was probably a fire burning in that valley
It was so bright and yellow
It was glowing like the sunrise about to be born, and the light,
the light bathed much of the horizon in that direction in a frightful yellow.
Something had fallen there, and it was probably not safe.
The tallest hill, right across where I stood,
Was cracky with deep gullies tracing its body.
There was this golden lava, flowing like coarse cream on its crust
There was the smoke, golden too,
rising in a cloud of a metamorphosing monster near the peak of the hill
I was ready to start crying
Then, as if from another dream,
There! Before me was this huge pink elephant
A huge pink elephant with a pink glowing aura!
She was screaming out to me, a little caucasian girl, trying to alight from her elephant
The elephant was still standing on all its fours, but was moving towards me
She was here to help me!
Out of nowhere, a little girl in white,
Riding on the back of her huge, pink elephant that was holding a string in its trunk-
A string that culminated in a knot,
A knot that gripped the moon by its base, which glowed upon the path ahead of them!
I was delighted, I was crying, but happy and filled with gratitude for this savior-
A fairy that'd come to save me from an alien invasion!
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This dream was inspired by the elite art of 1MAGINATE
am grateful to him and Maria Lucia
Ketamine
I am Man
Spirit and Matter
On this realm
Defined and Limited
by the Biology Chemistry and Physics
of which I am not just the subject,
but an unsuspecting slave too.
There shall be those that seek to
progress within the realm of matter
Those beings, they shall advance in matters of matter
But their spirit shall lament in the darkest agony
They shall be Void.
There shall be those
Who, having experienced the grace
Shall forever seek to alter the laws
Working with Science and Faith
To break beyond matter, and again
Remain forever aware of Self with the One
They shall be God.
Death is to be feared by those
deluded into embracing the shadows
While the fire burns unattended behind them
Death is a Path
So, K is not a destination
Ketamine is a Clue.
Whosoever can't work with Spirit
Divinity has left behind
Not an answer, but a clue in Science.
Not an answer, but a clue in Science.
Breaking The Law
When viewed in an inertial reference frame,
an object either is at rest or moves at a constant velocity,
unless acted upon by an external force.
When I gazed upon the ceiling before me-
Stiff and still, hearing naught my breathe but my will
One thought, becoming One with the One, made me vibrate into an altered state
And naught remained still.
An internal thought
breaking the Law by which it is naught bound
The apple drops, and it occurs to me how thought transcends matter.
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mystical art from Alansdreamscapes
A Curse and The Gifts
Mine mind cannot rise to the contemplation of The Deity,
whom nothing approaches in sublimity,
unless it be entirely disengaged from mine senses, and of this-
in mine present life, art naturally incapable.
To answer question with question-
That is the curse of mine reason!
Whomever decides to trek down this lane,
Shall forever be lost in that labyrinth, and
thine tombstone shall bare symbolic insanity, incompleteness and paradox.
Mine silence and faith,
mere gifts from grace,
Heal mine mind, and quicken I unto mysteries incomprehensible.
Divine moments of truth have come to pass,
while lost to sense and reason,
In whose deathening embrace, I've dissolved into The One.
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the epic art from Technochrist
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