Exodus31125

I posted some other poems before on here and here are some more of the more Tool related and inspired ones, tell me what you think, bad, good, whatever.

--->Censory Perception
Aren’t we all just mindless drones
To the pointless banter of a higher power?
Isn’t the will of others affecting
The true nature of the science of meaning?
Will the end see the death of truth
And choices from people will be corrupted?

Well not me.
I choose otherwise.
My free will stands alone.
Hell if I’ll be damned.
Codemned.
Confined into one mind, one speech.

Uniformity isn’t always the best answer
For the sickness, nor is the cure alienation.
Our minds must be made up, that is the
First step, to believe in the institutions.
Thoughts, free thoughts, are our only
Real provoking answer to the shitty manifestations.

Aren’t we all just puppets on
Long strings, doing meaningless dances?
Isn’t the fate of others affecting
The true nature of the outcome we bring?
Will the beginning of the end see death
In everything that lives up to those expectations?

Well not me.
I choose otherwise.
My free will stands alone.
Hell if I’ll be damned.
Codemned.
Confined into one mind, one speech.

Being part of a whole isn’t necessarily
The sum of the parts, but each contribution.
We can’t judge will without hope, the
Hope we bring conquers the crown, the high.
I know no better than you or you, but
I know it’s gotta change for your sake.

Well not me.
I choose otherwise.
I’ll help, but only for so long.
This isn’t my need.
Greed.
An open mind, an open speech.

--->n the Presence of Innocence and Eloquence
There you are standing so innocent and pure.
A white lamb ripe for the sheering.
My presence holds truth near to your sights.
And the eloquence of the act will tear at you.
Mangle you to the end.
It will rape you, berate you, and scrape you.
You are so special.
I can’t wait to have you.

Deflowering the flower is the best part.
My perfect crime is that of taking apart what could not be.
The flower of perfection is now imperfect.
My greatest accomplishment is your demise.
As a child the innocence is lost in a swift hiss.
And there you are standing
Cold, damp, and naked.
I’ve had you and I’m done.

Quicker and faster the thrusts came.
The red flows visceral and fluid through my veins.
Coursing over you limp and suddenly.
Picturesque qualities and I don’t have a camera.
I could capture my winning moment in a flash.
And preserve what you have no more.
Nothing, no not a thing, could stop the will of mine.
To conquer something beautiful and make it mine.

So here is to the sacred.
Here is to the ones who care.
And here is to the ones
Who I have yet to come upon.
You’ll never know when or how,
But soon it will, and I’ll come.
And maybe you too.
Succumbing and chastising; me and you.

--->Mind Rape
Picking and probing
At your mind with my device.
Dissecting and diving in
Without even thinking twice.
Looking at things so disturbing
That the violent images seem surreal.
Harming and raping
The frail mindless body unreal.

Watch out son, I’m coming in.
Here comes the sick, splendid instrument
That will take you apart and
Split your skull from ear to ear.
Your smile unlike anything seen anywhere,
When I’m through, nothing will be the same.
And I keep going deeper and deeper because
It feels so good; it looks so good.
And I’m still digging deeper and deeper
To reveal your violence I’m longing for.
I see so many fantastic colors, blues and reds,
And still I’m tearing and ripping at your
Flesh until its gone, only leaving meaty morsels
For something that craves your insides.
Warm and tasty; lavish and craved.

Picking and probing
At your mind with my device.
Dissecting and diving in
Without even thinking twice.

A sigh of relief and I’m spent.
Your flesh was quickly fulfilling and
So very enjoyable. You clarified
My beautiful instrument, the one full
Of members. Truly, I must thank thee.
How the spacious room was fitting for my
Large endowment. I’ve taken everything
From your mind, and left nothing.
I can’t put back the eggs of time or
The vices of apathy, but the violence stays.
Now with implantations I can tell you what
To do and no one else. Strings attached
Inside your brain I’m your puppeteer.
Dance, oh, dance the sunny morning dance of night.

Looking at things so disturbing
That the violent images seem surreal.
Harming and raping
The frail mindless body unreal.

Turn to me young child and see what I’ve done.
Taken away your senses and oppressed others.
Forgotten are your thoughts and turmoil,
But, oh, was the feeling ever so wonderful.
I would rape your mind and many others
For on significant sentence at superiority.
One significant, silent moment filled with power.

--->The Untitled
He walks tall amongst the men,
Bramble brush halo held high.
He walks across the channels on high,
Wounds bore on his extremities.
He walks nearer and nearer to the blind
And bears fruit of injustice for all to taste.
Tainted lifestyles and misfortunes miles
Wide. The weaklings cringe at the site of
Something inhuman and unspeakable.
Averting the eyes for only can bring sight.

He walks tall in us all, all of us,
Thorn crown crippling his speech.
He walks tall across the channels of our divisions,
Wounds bound with bandages carrying burdens.
He walks nearer and nearer to the deaf
And bears the fish of the bloody sea, violence abound.
Tinted and shaded are the values that walk
Nearer. The strong cringe at the dismal of
The inhuman and the unspoken,
Closing their ears to the spoken word.

He glides tall and stands on high,
His sword perched deep in his belly.
He walks across the channels of ocean,
Underscored by the virtues of the hopeless and damned.
He walks nearer and nearer to the mute
And bears peace and tidings from the souls he’s wrought.
Shadows dance in the distant light as a vision
Comes. The sudden cringe of fortitude remains
In a scapegoat fashion, all the while hiding.
They stand in awe, mouths gaping and looking.

He flies tall, over their heads and on high,
His eyes casting glances at the sinful and sin-less.
He walks across the channels of voids and indifference,
Unspoken but speaking with words of mind limitation.
He walks nearer and closer to the right
And sings on high the praises of trials and judgments.
The weights are tipping farther and farther on their
Scales. A cringe and grip and the faithless turn
And remain standing and staring, piercing and glowing.
He stands watching and waiting for the time.

Too bad he couldn’t see the truth.
Too bad he couldn’t see the wrong.

He dies low, under their feet and restless,
His body buried holier than the sacred books.
He walks in the valley of death and grins questions,
A fashion of tyranny upon the changed and drunken.
He walks nearer and closer to the wrong
And learns of harmful fits and maiming fists.
The bandages are bleeding and seeping unto the
Ground. A cringe and shout and the death ends
Hopeless and they stand laughing, learning to live fearless.
He lays watching and waiting for the time.

Not all of them could be good,
Not all could be right either.
But the one thing that stands is the belief.
An undeniable feeling that there is something.
Something that can’t be explained, but felt.

Reverence from the hilltops and the golden sun.
Washing away the past and cleansing new days.
Beliefs come and go and so do martyrs.
Chose your own path, but let it be yours.
He would want it that way, if he is who he is.
But I think he is something metaphorical,
Something that can’t be explained, but felt.
Not necessarily alive but around, and so are others.
So are the others who have contributed to our mercy.
He, no, they go walking virtually amongst us.

Red robin go flying high, higher than the sun.
Spread your wings and soar towards the heavens.
Sail towards space and the outer reaches of life
And climb higher than the fruits of our eyes.
Touch the deaf and bring them life.
Speak to the blind and show them their eyes.
Listen to the mute and hear the laugh with moonrise.
Speak to them of summer and the fall of winter,
The relaxing into autumn and birth of spring.
View their knowledge in sweet accustomed ways.
See Jupiter and Mars, their battle between the
Meteors and the flashing comets, chase them down
And surrender to woe and virtue, Pluto won’t care.
Saturn spins virtually endless and mirrors your
Path, spiraling round towards the center of time.
Back and back until the ends of our Milky Way,
Flying farther still in the air-less night of pitch-black
Non-atmospheric delight. The birthplace of
Moon drops and infrared canopies, the sites of
Bright star-lights and ethereal gravity holds.
Red robin reach the blue hue, touch the black,
Circumnavigate the white and bring back the yellow.
Stay a while on green and live on red, but through
Purple and orange and then back to black.
Point the starry night and pick out the best.
Show the night in the light of truth and right.

Surely a blade can be used for cutting
But could a life be used for the same?
He showed the end of time and back again
But is it really the right way to get there?
Life goes on and on and on unto forever,
But that doesn’t mean its needs to be boring.
Repetitive, dull, mundane, unabridged, don’t
Shorten anything; in fact elongate them if you can.
He fished in the sea of challenges and caught many.
He swam in the ocean of despair and drowned.
He lived in the land where he was the leper but was he?
Who is he?
Jesus Christ wouldn’t listen, but could he?
He’s the one beating inside them and watching.
He is themselves.

Young red robin you’ve seen them and flown high.
Take it to the truth and right and back.
Bring a He so they can see.
Bring a He that’s inside all of them.
Bring a He that lives in me.
Red robin sing of praise and capture the minds
In flight, grasp them, claws and all, and fly.
No not antichrist, no not anti-anything.
Just themselves; that’s all they need.

Glory to life on highest and peace the nature
Of its people. Throughout our kinship it has
Brought nothing but love and thankfulness.
Thanks be to life and its prices, because they
Are the biggest to pay and the most rewarding.
Glory be to life. Praise it on the highest mountain.
Under the deepest valley and sea. Chime it everywhere.
Change in life is eminent but life changing is harder.
Enjoy it, love it, grab it, care for it, live it.
Strive on and keep moving.