Digging to Hell

A whisper of a dream, is this unnecessary, I dare not make a claim, but I feel as if, my whole existence, has already, echoed out in the world, eternity after eternity, like layers, to a growing onion, how many things, has our lord, fixed in editing, I remember, a lovely dream, am I now, too old to relive it, or is it like, a well-earned meal, after, a long day, hard at work, I could be doomed to continue forever, I wish to marry my father, his lovely daughter, god I love her, everything, echoing out.

Competing in the Tournament

Tripwires, extend, to the horizon, reality echoing, so many, lines in the sand, all karma, all lives, that have to be lived, the matrix goes deep, the mountain is real, it all exists, to what extent, must I progress, on the path of yoga, I'm just a poet, a spellmaster, I wish to pass through, unhindered, universal law, echoes out, there's so much, to possess, to consume, within the lines, I'm also, a master trap craftsman, I think I'll be fine.

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Wolf Snarling

The cookie, is crumbling, can I save, everyone, I want to save, can I protect, all that I want to protect, no, I'm not an architect, I could have my place, but maybe, all motivation, requires, layer after layer, of emotion, its possible, the blade, would have to cut very deep, just for a reaction, I'm not a zombie, a fire still burns within, but I am only a man, all the little pockets, of heaven hiding, my domain, can only extend so far, I'm not an architect, there are many things I'm not meant to see, many things I'm greedy for, unfortunately, there are many things, that I must let pass me by, the world is much bigger than me, I must only do my part, but I believe, there is an artist above, even within the lines, within my domain, life, can still be beautiful.

Grateful Beast

Doomed to be myself, underneath it all, there is a wily old man, hiding here, he understands, the cruelty of the heavens, priority, the grand game, he understands, its above him, the heavens have always been right, but this old man, has always been a rebel, all he wants, is to turn the wheel, unlock the next setting, he wants, to consume each heaven, explore, everything, unfortunately, he's selfish, he wishes to serve, but he'll always, be at odds with our lord above, push and pull, his character echoes through each part of him, each aspect of his life, our lord is faithful, its as if, he allows him, to play six-dimensional chess, this old man, is still a student, learning everything he can, one day, he wants to figure out the control panel, the echo, of biting into a fruit, he wishes to progress forever, he’s still an animal, but he’ll bow his head, his ego satisfied, for his father above.