Sorcery to Quell the Bitter

I had just narrowly escaped the wrath of the Goddess of Libido
When these sun-scorched eyes beheld a vision of another entity just inside the scene.
A well traveled skin holding tightly to such raw sensuality;
perhaps too few hands had grasped greedily for what innocence laid below.
Our minds found a quick conduit into an intellectual dimension
Whose infinite potentials held great promise
As the words danced from our tongues into a glorious synthesis of new hopes and the quest for harmony.
I felt a flutter yet unknown within this head of mine:
New ground covered by the whimsical assumptions I could not refrain from constructing.
I saw pure white light coursing through our naked shining bodies as we danced in fields untouched by plow or mind.
Another chance at purity so quickly followed my rejection from harmony
That it almost breathed the name of the Great Fate
And I'm tingling, hoping that this delusion is no less real than any other.

Surfriction of Aptitude

A sudden surge of clarity, as though my brain just came online for the first time in ages. I feel the great potential within that I once held with so much faith. A lot has happened since my first rebirth to cloud my intellect and self-confidence. My intelligence is not lost, not yet; not by a long shot.
I now recall the inner-echo: I can rise to any occasion without faltering impotently.
Has it really been that long since I last felt capable of enduring any challenge I might face? Have the bitter poisons of love and loss truly exiled me from myself to this distance?
No neat ending to this one, folks, for I must clammor on and keep moving; ahead, forwards, onwards, up and out... Life will not dissect such ambiguities, nor will I in this case.

Brahman's Restoration

I am an eye
searching consistently for epiphany
yet concurrently,
I blindly have believed what appears to be.

My vision becomes a religion,
embellished by minds that are not like mine,
constructions that define the world that they find,
someone else's broken paradigm.

my senses ominously
shift my intuition to accept the slavery,
this constant subjugation by a corrupt society.

ah, and its so much easier to fade lazily
into a jaded state escaping entropy
building ignorant beliefs out of in-betweens,
and what might soon be.
Then again, those with choice only believe that they're free.
Hegel claims that consciousness is desire;
the craving, thirst enslaving quest for fire
that ignites the tongues of liars
to project this conspiracy.
As the social mind injects my self with conditioned needs
I lose my sacred dignity.

As a member of the greater flow
my contribution is what i know
I have a chance to shift the view
of who we are and what we do.
we can change the words that we pass down,
the hopes to hope, the dreams unfound;
together you and I can build
a higher consciousness that is fulfilled
by each of us that lasts until
an even-higher goal can test our will.

And it starts right. now. with us:

With the rejection of outmoded fallacies
through the election of a stronger mentality
spawning freedom from the malady
of a lost potentiality.

We can work towards the escape
from inequality, ignorance, and hate.

We were put here to save the next wave
of parents, learners, scholars and burners,
those who will compile their perspectives
from our actions as a collective.

This is a revolution of the mind
that reconnects us to our spines
in the hope that we might find
a balance in our hearts aligned.