ೋ..FORLORN POINT BEYOND.. ೋ
A journey unfolds..
I say unto thee, of little faith,
a blaze in the northern sky still rages,
just not were you'd expect it,
strains of boundless creativity,
unremitting darkness,
fathomless morbidity and above all,
a desire to push orthodoxy to its utmost.
Yup utmost limits I say now listen.. to me, all of thee.
Move past the blind of ridgedness...
Dive right in, past the sin.
To see all of the misery
and enter the realm of your own fantasy worlds,
its not as immediately overwhelming,
but upon closer inspection unfathomably
more intimidating in its gaping devide
between museled throb
and monged-out meltdown
the rare moments of quietude
are exceptionlly unsettling,
more thoughly freaked out
rather than simply freaky...
not so much seeking oblivion
as a distant forlorn point beyond...
an intelligent eye opening lyricism of sorts
all thoughtfully bound together
by a considerate unifying aesthetic..
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Live each role with heart and soul.
The shades of dark and light.
Know thyself in these things that you are all.
The morbidity of death and the painful breath of life...
Nevertheless, there is a crossword-clue-style
revelry in this language, theme and meaning thoughout
there's a mischievious, pseudo-mystical, concept
its not so thought out that one day someone's
gonna reveal the secret messages behind everything..
The phraseology is telling, I suppose you could
have your ethic's shoved so far up your nose
that you can't see straight, but hey its a great way
to work as long as you make ground rules.
I go in with an analogue philosophy..
©2020~Vlada Mikahl Schoon~
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