Philosophistication

#Philosophistication   Symptom of the Universe Narrator: Walking through town and glancing through windows; a movie plot is shown on an old television screen; In a Deep Voice... "We unfolded the scrolls and danced to the rhythm of thought, loved our worlds as others' fell victim to oblivion; lost, the world was too dark for a candle to stay lit, so she shone my darkest of  thoughts, unentangled my identity from my squibbish font, and found a young boy still holding onto  ideals of beauty and futility; yet it was never beautiful from the joys being sang in the mornings, for the joys sang in the morning masked their mourning, the rape and the death of daughters daunted their direction to divinity, so they fell for an instant illusion, it was never about the philosophies and the beauty of some democracy  and cosmic sorcery, but it was about the broken humanity harvesting identity from the external than the internal sovereignty; so  horoscopes they saw f...

#Philosophistication Toothbrush and teaspoons; simplicity is a weird ruin! Decorate my skull with pottery and flowery; mind now a pulpit, I've tried pulling most from the deep pit, I'm sipping on old wells searching for ancient bliss, old and drunk on history, drunk on a search of a story while I gag on ink, I've failed to think, in love and on the brink of comical insanity, it's a bracketed eternity, emotions are lit up, meaning my darkness is lunging within shadows, I'm knitting rainbows with a queen, I'm healing mindsets with delightness, the Northern lights encompass my heart's shell, the notoriety of my entirety has become mere mockery of my past's messages. Had darkness become my sage? Who worshipped who? The page or the Man, the pen or the word, served from the fall, called back to the upward North, in mirrors I can see my faults, cultic thoughts, the shadow grows to terrorize it's kin, bent spleen and the conjuring manifests; Sist...

#Philosophistication   Pinpoint pointless lessons while  expressing through a broken sentence, imprison me in your heads; unreasonable sentence, maybe all is senseless, I sense less and feel immense waves when the world panics after a pandemic depraves most of breath, break hands after penning plot twists; my wrist bleeds, no suicidal deeds, commit homicide when I decide to use insecticides to write my lines, bunch of cocks roaching about what and who sounds better when they write, it's an infanticide when most fantasize to write like I, advise the next expressive  bloodlines; I've been more bloody with my lines; harvesting ink from arteries of dead scribes, demanding syntax from the sight of watching rejects injecting heroin in capillaries, its anarchy; true art is fallacy, I'm the mockery of old clowns who twisted philosophies with syllables and closed clauses, poke the napping Wordsworth, watch words gaining worth, losing patience, selling my pages to be bu...

#Philosophistication Super Sanity?!!! Villains carry many forms. Villains arche-typing with brute force. <Narrator> He tried to write and the pen sprung, the pun not intended struck someone's mind, the prose was a rose in a garden of poetic plants, the poem too long to be a sonnet was read by a bunch, the creation of ego be-gun, the trigger slung his mind to be set amongst set lights, readers became mice searching for cheesy writes, his skull grew large, he could not see through the sea of his volatile silence, thoughts imprisoned in brackets, imagination a stance for literary sanitation, substance became a sad depressing part of their lines, none knew how to dance with curves of their cursive, so he became the villain; the chief governing the new regime of blissful depth, time had come for him to be felt, to be shelved, to be paged, to be heard, and also to be dead... Then he split to bring back the gist; Pennyfool and Margites ; old man deceased, new men relea...