mired I's

I know I warned you

but it still feels mean

I just wanna be a kid and gleam

the way we could dance around lucidity

the way we could dream.

i prayed we would come to

but my day turned green

it doesn't mean much to you

but it means much to be seen

i tried to hide the anguish

and it worked for a second

I don't wanna make you feel down

so i'm poetically beckoned

i yearn to be in between

the thoughts that collide

the feelings this body deified...

i yearn to be free of 

languishing adour

the ancestral trigger

loss after loss

until we can finally see the picture

the seconds go longer

until what remains of these

idle eyes

idyll ties

the beauty of these mired I's

"rewind and bring it back"

says the creatures giggling in the snow

they're freezing but deep down 

this is all that they know

still I see what remains beneath.

what holds the soul between what is 

behind.

still i see what remains out of sight.

the relic of this mind...

what it means to be kind

i wistfully frown

pleading to share thy crown

not in solidarity but

the shadows of your renown

solipsistic

the tempos slower;

words not withstand

trot amongst the voyeurs;

the impossibles command

you shake the tempo;

to lead indelible demands

you return to sender;

to critique on demand

i cant think i cant blink 

i cant walk it off

my heart sinks my cards fold 

your silence dots it off

i cant see i cant bluff

i cant write it off

but here I am trying anyway

your majesty - my hearts too soft

the tempos buoyant,

still im stuck to this click

i aint fluent, 

with humanitys shtick

my lips quiver as I struggle to think

old memories - of my proverbial stink

haha its pretty funny, I thought I could make some money

bleeding, chasing the ego; "for the culture"

in love with the imagery, to hell with the practice

mind objectified to flirt 

my -self - image of a mastiff

apogees had been;

yet i had a blind chin..

to what preluded til these towers fell

and then !bang.slam.bam!shazam!

now youve gone to hell.

The Seven Ways

The Seven Ways, by Majin Boo Sama

The 'Seven Ways' represent different pathways towards the throne of chaos. They symbolize the seven 'directions' of space and are ruled by a respective lord/energy.

Ascending to the throne of chaos is known by many names across the world, it is at the heart of every mythos, religion, magic order, spiritual system, and anything in-between.

Some of these names include enlightenment, nirvana, gnosis, and anything else you can fit in there.