Exodus31125
02-15-2003, 04:51 PM
I know its long but a lot of people say this is pretty good, i just want to know what every1 thinks. thanx
Kinship with Dark Water
Origin suffered deep within
Below the surface and around the bottom,
Near the bottom, by the bottom,
Close to the lake floor.
Tenebrous and elusive, light never
Penetrates through the murky village
Of the soul, a seemingly peaceful
Villa uninhabitable by any variety of life.
Bacterium constantly search for their parasitic equal,
Waiting the depths a virus spreads its universal wings,
Takes flight, grasps the bright, and drags them down.
Succumbing to the cold and the building pressure; pulled down.
Visceral linings contort to whims
As membranes explode within
And underneath the science, a calmness
Breathes sighs only to suck in deeper.
Farther and farther from land,
Island of emotion imploding towards
Veins lower in a lake bottom.
Multiplication of the circles that ring outside the lines,
Blood flows against the current as the river rushes to deposit
Its silt deep in the lake bed, another epidemic mind loosed
Within the sprawling walls of the reservoir basin: restriction.
Let the silt settle
Deep down the lake bed,
River flowing, rushing forth.
Come with me, come down.
Whimpering, fetal moments in
An undertone of experience.
Back to the beginning, sucked down to
Revert to zygote form, never fading away.
Back to the beginning, sperm and egg,
Metaphysical interaction spawning a
Vortex that spins out of control,
Spinning counter-clockwise towards a center.
It’s getting colder now, deeper and mounting pressure squeezes
To a condensed matter and the silt expands within an instance.
Reflecting pool that bares no bottom, endless expanse, delve
In head-first and swim to the point of eternity, born of the dark water.
Watery grave, internal eternal prison,
Beaten beyond the waters edge the silt is breaking.
Particles float to the surface.
Blood red water running thicker
Than plasma, time to rip exposure’s eyes.
Maze underground, living under hated algae.
Low lake bottom, deep under the river rushing, never flood the land.
Surrounded by all the people, everyone watching, the rippling waves.
Bouncing souls deep within the dark water, born from the dark water
A soul survives by learning to swim in a sea of its on mindless fuck-ups.
Silt spinning above a settled
Deep dark lake bed,
Swirling and pulsating, living,
Come with me, come in.
Pushing in, shoving in,
Exposure to the sun shrivels skin,
Dried up restless eyes, contrived suicides,
All we see in front of us is what we’ve always known.
Nothing ever seems to change, perception
Is preordained, and the darkness is circling in.
Onyx in color, a black shade exposed
And that is all we ever know.
Festering feeding is driving the meaning that hits home tonight, icy
Clasp from icy hands around the ice-cold neck of time. Vaguely
Resembling the crushing blows that drive away icicles around the heart,
Blood wrenching at the valve of a broken home, some broken dream.
See the silt moving,
The pieces of a life,
The ones that are spinning seem
To be worked over in a mind.
Sinking or swimming has the weaknesses
Bend or break before the mending can begin
And our lives learn how to escape.
Expectations are never what we expect but spied eyes sense a series
Of conceptions, a rebirth deep within ourselves, lower in the water
Searching for the surface, lunging towards the light.
I don’t care about burning, I don’t care about change.
Silt is rising, bringing black,
The lake is becoming lucid.
Let in the sunlight, feel the walls around,
Experience dark water and true light abound.
Kinship with Dark Water
Origin suffered deep within
Below the surface and around the bottom,
Near the bottom, by the bottom,
Close to the lake floor.
Tenebrous and elusive, light never
Penetrates through the murky village
Of the soul, a seemingly peaceful
Villa uninhabitable by any variety of life.
Bacterium constantly search for their parasitic equal,
Waiting the depths a virus spreads its universal wings,
Takes flight, grasps the bright, and drags them down.
Succumbing to the cold and the building pressure; pulled down.
Visceral linings contort to whims
As membranes explode within
And underneath the science, a calmness
Breathes sighs only to suck in deeper.
Farther and farther from land,
Island of emotion imploding towards
Veins lower in a lake bottom.
Multiplication of the circles that ring outside the lines,
Blood flows against the current as the river rushes to deposit
Its silt deep in the lake bed, another epidemic mind loosed
Within the sprawling walls of the reservoir basin: restriction.
Let the silt settle
Deep down the lake bed,
River flowing, rushing forth.
Come with me, come down.
Whimpering, fetal moments in
An undertone of experience.
Back to the beginning, sucked down to
Revert to zygote form, never fading away.
Back to the beginning, sperm and egg,
Metaphysical interaction spawning a
Vortex that spins out of control,
Spinning counter-clockwise towards a center.
It’s getting colder now, deeper and mounting pressure squeezes
To a condensed matter and the silt expands within an instance.
Reflecting pool that bares no bottom, endless expanse, delve
In head-first and swim to the point of eternity, born of the dark water.
Watery grave, internal eternal prison,
Beaten beyond the waters edge the silt is breaking.
Particles float to the surface.
Blood red water running thicker
Than plasma, time to rip exposure’s eyes.
Maze underground, living under hated algae.
Low lake bottom, deep under the river rushing, never flood the land.
Surrounded by all the people, everyone watching, the rippling waves.
Bouncing souls deep within the dark water, born from the dark water
A soul survives by learning to swim in a sea of its on mindless fuck-ups.
Silt spinning above a settled
Deep dark lake bed,
Swirling and pulsating, living,
Come with me, come in.
Pushing in, shoving in,
Exposure to the sun shrivels skin,
Dried up restless eyes, contrived suicides,
All we see in front of us is what we’ve always known.
Nothing ever seems to change, perception
Is preordained, and the darkness is circling in.
Onyx in color, a black shade exposed
And that is all we ever know.
Festering feeding is driving the meaning that hits home tonight, icy
Clasp from icy hands around the ice-cold neck of time. Vaguely
Resembling the crushing blows that drive away icicles around the heart,
Blood wrenching at the valve of a broken home, some broken dream.
See the silt moving,
The pieces of a life,
The ones that are spinning seem
To be worked over in a mind.
Sinking or swimming has the weaknesses
Bend or break before the mending can begin
And our lives learn how to escape.
Expectations are never what we expect but spied eyes sense a series
Of conceptions, a rebirth deep within ourselves, lower in the water
Searching for the surface, lunging towards the light.
I don’t care about burning, I don’t care about change.
Silt is rising, bringing black,
The lake is becoming lucid.
Let in the sunlight, feel the walls around,
Experience dark water and true light abound.