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A threefold transgression by lustrum, literature

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A threefold transgression

A threefold transgression ----------------------- Upon cessation: My fleshkind passed the boundaries of introspective inclination to the othersided extro-spection-- organic peaks decided my inhumation! to become what once was unborn i died abiding laws untorn! Post undu-al: Walking--deceased--decintigrated into fractal involution my pollutive expression of We remade into unseeking wholity which thus decomposed left still and reposed-- my body was disposed of, removed from fruitive two-ality. Real-I-sation: The entity of this translution founded THE luculent truth whence released of dilution by caustic epiself and mind--

An observance of duality by lustrum, literature

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An observance of duality

An observance of duality ------------------------- If only one could put in two, by simple fractionation, the introspective side of being, for only half remains unseen, from the frontal debilitation (this carnal corpse-- the whipping-horse of our conglomeration) then one might find that in our kind lies hidden lumination: the soul, the flesh, the duality of self, reflect a combination that so disparks that each debarks all human rumination: Time is naught without a cure. What you wrought did not procure. Sainted truth will all endure. Jordan Jones 7/24/2005

Ending what never ends by lustrum, literature

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Ending what never ends

Ending what never ends ---------------------- we rose a single soldier separated his Self in two with a pulverized other half that even in introspection refused to undo its humanity quested for a singular soul to cannibalize mathematics and tyrannize the semantics defining perennial existence upon absolute separation of I the infection of mal-unity became naught in un-being ending what never ends

Bulgaria Ismet -- Returns -- by lustrum, literature

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Bulgaria Ismet -- Returns --

Bulgária Ismét (Bulgaria Again) The raze and wreck of Turkish troops rent what was our land. Yet only flesh and bone was taken from the Bulkan hand. Prélude: I was fallen on the stone with mightier men than me; all my brothers in my arms asleep. They and I- we would never wake again not to see our brown eyed girls or to sing our Runic tales. Réalité (après le Öldöklés): Sofia burned. I saw there many times now the widows of windy souls that clap on the shudders and drift in the fountain pools. The wolf is lapping where Bulkan girls washed their hands and spoke a jezyk far from ears. It is silent in our ruins from Turki

Bulgaria Ismet by lustrum, literature

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The Ravin Of Blood by lustrum, literature

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The Ravin Of Blood

The Ravin of Blood ------------------ And here.. grined thin the blood. inhumations long gave sin to him on golden gates and black feathers. there is art to death. grinned again did he practicer of ravin and cunning. the uranic spine fell from sky to earth. lurid was its flesh envenomed through by sorceress; call her "blood" name it what you will shrill still are the screams evoked. a bone exoskeleton provided generously by those from whom they were taken. a cloak of whispers vicious espys. a blood staff of Regina Vulgaris to thwart the cross followed by lost; many of whom would die, soon. low hung eerie s

The Paradigm Curse by lustrum, literature

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The Paradigm Curse

The Paradigm Curse There are paradigms i have looked into. Perhaps even envied at one time. Many different ones, Many a selfish dream of riches. The sun has grinned at me. His elder, canvas face wrinkled in the action. And his mighty flames lit fire to the sky. He spoke of a day when gods adorned the heavens. "These things," he mouthed slowly, As ebbed towards him the horizon. "They were born of dreams to an empire of fallacy. Happiness was a virtue of the poor... Short lived the gods of that day." Happiness... or fulfillment? There is a rose in a rose garden just near my house, Down a brick layered path. It sits in the cente

Meeting Josephine by lustrum, literature

Josephine by lustrum, literature

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The End of Precision by lustrum, literature

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The End of Precision

The End of Precision... Onward to Wintry Regions -------------------- I can not slay such carnal monsters, nor could I replete what honor has dissolved. It has gone, all of it, to my timeless shadow where I can not forge goodness from it. What swords or daggers puncture this flesh? It seems there are no remedies for the already-torn. What bloody fists have I borne to prevent the accommodation of any kind heart? I\'ve slept too long to know. Tis true, my brackish enmity has immured storms within my soul. This rue, it provokes my terrible heart to weep of Tartarean woes. To die, to last; there should be said some parable on the

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Slowly dying, death, soporific ascent, electronic gamma vibrations.

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lustrum

Mar 28, 2005

Reflections of the pre-birth

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where to has the poet banned himself? his kingdom has been forfeit to raucaus and his revolting soul long inturred

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Jul 31, 2004

irreligious clandestine augmentation

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What turns and spins and never ends can not have two sides, only a singularity in perpetual continuation. There is never a whole of anything continuing, where it is separated and compartmentalized by time. Upon the completion of any entity, nonexistence defies the whole; for, irreclaimable past disconnects all but what the present can compose, just as a melody can not be captured in full by a single note at any time throughout its duration.