just waiting to begin, not makin any sense
the weights as a slave is the cage of this flesh
never had enough but i've had enough.
i was trained for this shit, chantin mantras
 handcuffs scrape my wrists then
pain make me wince, gashes / black cuts
as i portray an image of hatred and sin / blackness 
despair change with the wind / how does
death simply have life taken from it / sadness 
made from the trail that i have to
keep going down frowns from awaiting the end
"whats awaiting me then" asked thus
man wonders what he gains from the maze's intent
maybe just another page where 'Deus' is writ

pray for the end
i can feel the walls of this cave start to cave in 
but the cave is within

anton - cave

Man is both the chemical and the chemist, the sculptor and the marble, the harbinger of life and death.

a song heard and relayed from a dream and to this day i wish to awake.

anton - THEOLOGUE

[LYRICS]:

why do i feel so hapless?
will knowledge resolve this lack within?
is it love, is it feeling like a sack of shit?
not knowing where the piece of the data is
is it peace, is it happiness?
am i weak, is it me and my practices?
or my lack, and my feeling inadequate?
why do my fears just seem all to manifest? (i dont know.)
i can see why the category of inaction was seen as a wrathful sin
is it greed, is it avarice?
envy, gluttony to the catholics
tempting, jealousy and the passionate
seething revenge for the callousness
it seems that the last millimeter of wax on the piece of the candlestick
has disappeared and has vanished quick

or do i need some time to give myself some kind of a piece of analysis?
kicking my feet back and breathe and relax and speak and ask,
"whats impeding my actions, this feeling of sadness wont leave."
this imbalance of beauty and tragic shit
am i exceeding my ambitions or not reaching them accurately?
what meter could actually read this
im reaching for mastery
but weepings my natural way of being so please,
a deity grant me some powers of strength
so I may finally be happy

please, don't make me ask again
or i'll stab my chest
or ill hang my neck
or ill blast my head off and

i'll be dead gone

everything i see around me is so feeble
everybody bound into their egos
everybody feels the fear instilled in here and theyre drowning in the below
sunk in a sunken abyss (do not go)
wondering what it all is (you are roped)
under the fallen seed of the philosophy and the hypocrasy of DEMIURGOS

men fall into pits of alchoholical fits
and cant swallow their sins 
so they follow the bottle instead
and wallow in sorrow, we're kids
trying to solve the problems we're in
but we know the problems reflect the solvent within
I am a conflict of interest
a chaotic existence
trying to foster a bliss
lnown only to mystics
an impossible mission
to dissolve in the mist
and if God is my consciousness? then God as my witness

The anonymous God in flesh in the bottomless dark abyss who will call for death often yet is not met with the loss of breath.

am i isolated from the whole, or am i whole from isolation?
are my creations from the soul, or is there a whole from where I say this?

anton - whole-isolation

FORGIVE ME FOR MY SINS
HORRIBLE PERSON
SOUL CONTROLLED AND BURDENED
JUST HOPE IT DONT WORSEN

I DONT KNOW WHY, I DONT KNOW A 
A WAY OUT OF THIS PLACE

I LOSE SENSE OF TIME AND SPACE
WHO WITHIN IM AN 8
WHO IS SPINNED SIDEWAYS
AN ∞ OF WHICH I AM MADE
TRUTH AND SIN I MUST GAUGE
ACUTENESS BLENDS WITH DESIRE AND FATE
A MUTE YET FACELESS PIOUS SAGE
ONLY FEW CAN GET THESE LINES I'VE MADE
BUT THROUGH THE END OF TIME AND AGE
YOU WILL GET WHAT I HAVE SAID

AN ODE OF INTERRUPTIONS THAT ARE CODED IN ASSUMPTIONS
AND WILL HOPE PROMOTE DISCUSSION. ARE WE COLD, ERODED NOTHINGS?
IN A HOPELESS, COLD ABUNDANCE OF AN OLD ABODE CONFRONTED
AND ITS OVERGROWN WITH FUNGUS AND ITS MOLD IS GROSS, DISGUSTING
SINCE THE BOAT WE RODE IS SUNKEN, TOE TO TOE WITH WHOLE DESTRUCTION
WILL WE KNOW THE HOLE'S CIRCUMFRENCE THAT WILL HOLD THE SOUL IN ONENESS
COMMON GOALS WE HOLD AMONG US, ALONENESS IS TOLD THROUGH NUMBNESS
THE ZERO COMES CLOSE TO HUNDRED, WE MUST HOLD OUR NOSE ABOVE IT

VEIL ON MY HEAD, MASK ON MY FACE; I AM FREE
I'M THE NAMELESS MAN THAT YOU WILL SEE IN YOUR DREAMS
IM THE CREATION OF THAT WHICH YOU NEED SO YOU CAN BE
I'M THE WEEPING WIND; HALLOWED AND BEATEN IS HE

anton - FACELESS

Tears do not mean that I'm sad
Just see that I've gone mad
Every thought I have is a mile I've passed, I smile and laugh
Life is tragic; I am that I am
The absolute exhaustion from being damaged too often in the time thats passed
It's like its lapsed in the blink of an eye: it's happened
Actions and desires that I've been trapped in, attachments
Cries of damned yelling at me
AH, PLEASE
I don't know why but I even seem to be crying back
I am the fireman; the lion statue
The liar that you
face in the eyes, certain that he may be lying
but you cant figure out why he has to
fight combat you
might attack you
Sin is a mind that's wrathful
I am the light of candles
The bite of apples
The cries of battle
Time in capsules
The life in ashes 
lying on mantles
The light of chapels
The X Y Z Axis 
Science and Math
and the Night of Blackness

I see the One.

The hammer that strikes the anvil
The arrow that flies at ankles
The marrow from my bone dangles
The vericose violently trembles 
There it goes; my blood tranquilly
Wearily spills to fill the area
Here we go, fear is here instilled
Clearly we know, cheering:
I'm steering to gnosis
This is the closest
Nearest to hope since
The year I was born, then:

I am nobody
My name is nobody
My home's suffering
Wondering if I remove this gold covering:
Will I die or will I only escape from this route?
My life has been taken askew, breaking in two, mind is deranged in a loop
To get where I have you must have taken some shrooms
Or decades in school with David Hume or Hegel in 1802 
Or ancients like Plato
You may have trained and improved
Overcome shame, humiliation, pursued greatness, but contemplate:
the state of truth has no space to move
and no place for illusion
created for the mostly saintly of few
erased and removed from states and institutions
liberation may operate only through the veil of you
The fakeness of humans nauseates me, makes me angry, rageful, a quite crazy loon
This may be the explanation, reason for meditation; I stay isolated in my room.

anton - View from Nowhere

auditory hallucinations
all of them gorey unusual statements
odd and theyre horrible, abusive and painless
awful, exhausted, sore: who can erase it?

why are bubbles in the shape of a sphere?
their form is enforced when theyre makin it here
they happen to be fragile and they may disappear
but the pattern that theyre fashioned it: it makes spirit clear
highlighted with the high science
everything i touch is made gold like midas
if everything i love is the same as the lord in my likeness
if thats true why am i crying?

when will i get out this hell
when will i find happiness
stillness i am trapped in to escape i cant imagine it
drowsy hums surround my ears
circling around my fears
the center cannot hold the void i thought was i collapses pierced

every day i attempt to escape but i cannot get out this material plane
every day i attempt to escape but everything is withering away
get me out get me out
my words are a call for help
body shouts
face will melt
anything to get me out
pain is felt
say farewell
in this place i do not dwell
blood will spout
death is now
identity no more self

i'm sent above and drenched in love then sent to deathly hollows
the setting sun; the temple of the wisdom of Apollo
god no; lord knows
til im dust and compost
hollow; follow
me into the cosmos

everything is bound to fall i dont know what to say
evilness inside my soul so please come out to play

thousands discontent
drowned in decadence
has anybody ever even found the end of it
malnutrition and
bound imprisonment
and another layer of the veil of filthiness
hellish visions of
false religions that
try to put you through a box and fail to see thru it
kill the innocent
fill the cities with ligaments
a little bit of Tale of Sisyphus

but i fail to see the light at the end of this tunnel that we are now in
with every idea of liberation i only swim away from it
but with the wisdom of sages of sorrow i know ill become a mystic
end of the road i will attain enlightenment never to be seen again

anton - auditoryvoid

anton - [absence | presence]

anton - Hymn of Heresy

THREE SIDED TAPE VOLUME ONE

hennesy and seagrams gin

matrix

with grief, my heart was torn.
a new me was born from the yawning mourn of merciless horns. 
naked the day one was born.
a newfounded horror and scorn that could not be foreseen by the morning of garland adorns 
words anchor away from the shore - setting sail.
a sunset becomes a storm. 
the grey clouds prevail veiled.
the rail of the trail worn —
a locust swarm of thought caught in a thorn.
fought; sought for the roses the leaves brought.
every rose has its thorns;
the sunset yearns for a new hope as the clock ticks and the mind walks a tightrope.
will a sunrise over these dark tides of cloudy rain? 
will tomorrow follow? 
will the sorrow hollow? 
will the avenue narrow
mentally Picasso 
da vinci, leonardo 
overcoming grief, agony and pain?
the shackling chains of the contemplating brain 
shaking the strains and refrains of the pensive locks trying to explain.
will new tracks be laid for the passing train?
the locomotive gone not bringing him back to the same lane.
blame for the spirit that was slain, the heart that contains, soul bottled like champagne 
spirit drop down the drain. in vain.
the ashes are stroking the flames.
will the champagne sparkle a celebration? 
will a train arrive at the station? 
will the nighttime sky show a constellation? 
will we find an escape to this matrix? 
how can i suffer in this world when l create it? 
i can’t divide the line from monotony and greatness
it happens in stages
the aeons and ages 
lucidity floating around like im weightless
Will it ever be the same? Will life change it ways? Will the churchyard keep the mind weighed with the chains of grey gaze blaise that blocksthe sunshine rays 6feet under the grave that the flowers lays above paved dazed and confused, the mind prays.
the worlds a stage that everybody has to plays. the weather sprays.
the flowers with the life despite the disarray 
the decay of day.
day turns night. night turns day. the soul reignites its own light regardless of the lingering twilight. the dead-end meant for the friend. deadbeat speaks funeral attends. but when. the mind wanders outside the pen, sheep enters the den whilst the shepherd suspends his labouring, he descends. but the poet wields the pen 
and ascends
innocence
in a sense

As night settles on this day i wonder whether i will be settled to gods grace i wonder if colour will take the grey away i won if we will cherish the day before we perish away 
I hope u all listen 2 what i say so u can pave the way be a flower on the grave and escape platos cave

InnerSense

even tho i bleed i take this monkey off my greed its that lower than lower 
look at here please, heard my crying then its your servin mc see next in the question why
do i have to fight every day? a natural killa 
and why am i alive?
and talkin about dawn and then i pull the trigga
see the lord he wont lean over me, bc he wears me down
and when i try to fight it i get beat down to the ground 
i want this monkey off of me, but hes so stuck to me 
the more i try to shake it off the more he push and hushes me CONTROLLIN me
and keepin me from livin how i want to live 
lord i want this monkey off of me lord somethin i gotta give 
lord im tellin, livin this life of pain and misery. just end it please.
psychic synergy, effect of threes, transcend vicinity.

MinorKeysinaMajorMovement

a quick one take.

On the mountain top
enshrouded in darkness 
lost in the wild, wild and im lost 
not apart of the facade of the falcons 
talons are sharp, crowned by the god 
blossomed and sprouted 
drowned in the water 
down to the bottom 
gasping for more 
sodom gomorrah 
candled menorah
hand in the torah 
it’s all lacking in knowledge 
trapping your aura having a shortage
nonchalant acts are allowed and you could laugh  if you want 
it won’t last on behalf of the man in the occult 
 damned in beyond
 lulled into the pram then you fall into the nap, it’s a trap; that’s the result 
you’re actually gone and you understand that the man and the pawn 
not a drast contrast to the lamb and lion 
the star that casts all the masses and the patches of warmth 
that’s transformed as it passes into lapses of mornings
the dandelion 
glenn Gould when my pen move 
when I get in the groove; to conclude
I’m better than you 
food for thought with this alphabetical esoup 
im technical with decibels that are connected to you  I’m better than you 
im changing up the rap cuz im rapping for change 
im back in the game the way I arrange the rap is insane 
refrain from clapping til im last to remain
I don’t have to explain
you're lacking the main reason that im basking in fame.
another day another dime
hyper cool, that’s another way to kill some time 
the mind, the vehicle of mine 

every child dies
the curiousity inside
the luminosity that shines
all stopped and locked inside endless optic stimuli 
that are lost and confined 
within the clock of time 
before we stop and die 
in the rocket fire 
will we ever ask god why or will we sob and cry?

leviathan spoke to me in a boat in the ocean to describe what i wrote my tongue glow im a young goat satan reap what i sow write a love note dive deep into the unknown the worlds a stage were players in the show nobody knows what i know the flood flows noah builds the ark you run slow upslope my gun blows you sunk to the flo'... we use lumps of coal convert it to tons of gold i view the world through one's and 0's a sudden hundred volts of thunder bolts jolt into my soul the highs and lows tucked underneath my undercoat im in a hole cold dont nkwo where to go, i go my bones crushed whole im thrust into somewhere out of my control the minds mold finds gold behind closed blindfolds refined roads describe my scribes and scrolls inspire revolt 

: when he talks to himself he tells himself not to talk to himself its awful for your health you need help might as well go to jail cells in the brain conjur parallel planes this is not well to be sane in hell im in pain ring hte doorbell im in shame no one can foretell where i fell from the grave in the hotel i repel from the clouds like the rain like a bombshell im compelled to explain in ways u could never understand

flower beneath the foot

born just to die thats a human curse
being fond on praises makes your praises worse
and i never even been to church
because i know my hearse is the universe
my thirst for truth comes first
the second hand on the patek measures the steps of man who will be next to reckless dance
through the wreckage of the depths of man
beretta jammed, im alone and forever damned; my own weatherman
feel the heat from the volcanic sand beneath my hands 
i speak you understand, this is not what we planned
in dream land the creeks the plants, the trees the ants
all's bleak when you seek to understand
you are the fat of the lamb that man sacrificed to the damn as they stand left shouldered to abraham on sacred land anointed by sam the baby sleeps in the pram then sinks deep beneath the bleached sand
sprouting the trees clouded, enshrouded in secrecy, 
i pray to god and how he'd want me to be 
the potential that you'll be, 
the potential that you'll see, 
sullenly draped the seeds grow piously defiantly sat by stone society. quietly creates, deciding your own fate, variety becomes straight. walks crumble down and break. 6 ate 7 and 7 ate 8.
my lungs begin to abrogate 
my throats starts to palpitate, 
my muscles begin to ache
as I awake from my state 
my mind becomes dissembled as my body starts to tremble. 
my consciousness begins to burn as i toss and turn my entire life yearned ends up in the urn
i come to breath boundless airs 
descend upon a thousand stairs 
I douse my fears from a cauldron of my clouded tears
"this place will try to House me for years" I cry out as yaldabaoth appears.
I reply in prayer,
“why do you confine us here, 
id rather die from a lifetime of despair
but you find it divine to spare my mind and recycle it unaware 
for another ninety years so that 
I may lie in fear, cry and cheer, trial and steer 
until I finally die from suicide from all the trifle affairs all idle and weird like a past-time of solitaire"
he smiles and disappears, it was a mirror.
im looking in my own eyes 
I was blind, it was I who was impaired so then 
I fly into the air
what i feel is deep serenity, time feeling so endlessly, the clarity is what you think as heavenly, all of life's ecstasy fills my heart as i depart this is the end of me don’t have to play the part that life presented me or contort to the endless tendencies of the court and pretend to be what they want. this independency of my thoughts. the tender meat that I lost can be unsettling at the start but it’s heavenly if you embark I’m in reverie no longer distraught at the identities that leave me locked the elemental seeds earth fire air and frost are the enemy I unlock from this density I’m no longer here im a god
oh my god.

oh, my god

you always told me that youd be here for eternity
now you always glancing at me with uncertainty
spare my feelings give me empathy and courtesy 
now you over here hurting me internally
onetake

something about druids? not sure

arms always folded
future looking hopeless 
lookin through the smoke mist 
its clear that you are soulless

want the old you
i just wanna hold you
just wanna behold you
i already told you

livedevil

mourning in the morning

judge wont acquit me
will humanity ever be forgiving
i dont know i dont know will they be giving
im not a human being i am not living
look at my wrists please
leak out my kidneys
open and leaking
organs are missing
hemoglobin is seeping
gorey and fizzing
the feeling of grieving
the watch is ticking
pendulum swinging
the angels are singing
the devil im kissing

ego ego ego ego
i hear it in real life then dream world
ego ego ego ego 
i dont know what it means cant decode
ego ego ego ego
the graphics, this matrix i reload
ego ego ego ego
consciousness is off by a remote

ego (feat. ltdrew)

although below twenty, my thoughts are those of age
aye aye aye aye then my ego fade
love instills the braiin when confronting the ol' fate
ima take a quick breath and a lil break

misanthrope thatll sit alone and slit my throat because im all too human

triplet flow 
rippin it whole
mission impossible spitting so cold
fuckin and hittin yo bitch she a hoe
dimethyltreptamine made outta stone
alien soul
leave me alone
damage and break your occipital lobe 
spitting some things you could never decode
bobbing on water im stayin afloat

im a man of faithh
in a state of grace
tryna save face
in this day and age
escape the pain
while tryna stay sane

misanthrope

the storm sings a doleful howl
whilst rain spits foul against
the dark and drowned ground
amongst the sound of wailing winds
that ships couldn't sail in it's raining and I am forced to remain in
a place where nature is fraying; there aint escaping this matrix
the sky is wretched and sullen. my minds dejected and lulling
 ennui underlies in the current
the tone and vibe is without colour 
and i am without a cover
forced to lie in slumber 
while the clock ticks by through the numbers, 
as i watch the decline of a culture
grey and depressed
the sky and i are weighed by distress, in malaise and repressed
it feels as if the deities wept
joy is a lost coin
without a choice; darkness i join
at the lowest point:
i hear a ghoulish voice remind me of the void
all else has departed, still a capitulating noise hardens 
i can't avoid the shrieks in territory uncharted
spoken with confident malice 
the demons guarding the blackness 
echoes with arduous callous
 the weak haze harnesses sadness
the bleak days calling in madness
seek ways to crawl out this axis
replay this all in its vastness
please may i fall in with alice
i become accustomed to the dark,
with not even a spark of life flowing through my heart

accustomed to the dark

zeal without prudence is like a ship adrift
pride and hope and desire like crushed herbs in the mist 
i just want to find the exit of the path we exist
just wanna find the definition of what happiness is
i know that i know, but who's the who that KNOWS that i know
everybody walks around with a ghost for a soul
people think that if you build your house from stone 'stead of oak
that it wont fall down when a tornado goes through your home
I slide the razor across my throat, as I lose all hope.
the space between silence and talk speaks to me most.
in the heights of my despair
i like to sit and write in a chair
rhymes spiral out and entwine into stairs
why do i declare these things that i find unfair
why cant i repair these things that i revere
why do i ask why to a mind that is mine
im scared
why do eyes tear
why no light here
how to fight fear
what will i find here
life spared
as a sightseer
things that i hear
when will eyes be clear
lost track of the time in years
look at the biosphere

A Dinner With Yourself (prod. by episodic)

god. do you know me. im so lonely. god.

don’t care what you gotta say to me
im out of this world with the pleiades
lines I got a bunch they call me Brady
gun to my head turn off the safety
deaths the only thing leave me waiting
downward slope it’s all degrading
why suffer life it’s all the same thing
everywhere I look there’s no escaping
art needs pain its called the pain ting
thoughts in my head my brain is racing 
no finish line what are we chasing?
I hope I die before im eighteen

soulheavy

the kick knocks softly as the melody plays 
i let off a soft breathe as i steadily decay
memory delayed now i'm dead and i wont ever see the day
float merrily away, meditate until the end of my day 
that's the only way i can enter my getaway 
as i get away, entering into a better state 
i do this everyday, eternal symphony serenades 
i hyperventilate as my last breathe is made 
"do not resuscitate"  then i levitate
i ask myself "what do i have to ascertain in the astral plane?"
is this a last escape; the damascus way 
trapped in chains, thought exacerbates all the massive pain in a rapid pace 
its all invalidated neutrality captures space like an acid base
now emotion has its way i'm fascinated by its magic ways;
 at its castle gates they labeled me a basket case
what else do i have to say? i have to say:

the mills of God grinding slowly 
the animal driven with flour mill perambulate hour in blindly
carry this milestone mindly
and watch the sun sit idly
retribution is not divinely or holy
azura sky is not in yogi with gomorrah nights loci in matrimony
solar ceremonies
trick you like coyote 
watch the dust bowl closely
observe remotely
the wind is not random
or in celestial tandem
a product of transcendental stratum
atoms casted by conscious chasms
put to static by saturn
the wind is not combative
the storms don't care what flattens
there is no battle
herder or cattle
adam's not in the saddle
reality is not diagrammatic
go down the quadratic rabbit hole without vedic
see the dynamic magic poles monadic
read solomons enochian scrolls somatic
scry in sephira calls and behold the matic
you are not a persona
don't be involved with jehovian melodrama
disregard the omens and karma
don't let mephistopheles take over
systemic doses and epistemic modals
is not how themistocles won the ocean
in vinculum with quantulum
depart from descartes charred ruin moving automatum rebuke him with best heart
acumen with musical tunings
newton is stupid
neumann made nuclear fusion
are you a mutant in evolution's movement
draped in illusions
or a human trapped in the cube and schumman resonant diffusion
disregard the delusions and little solace confusions
you are partzufim
let phocus be jealous
peleus is in a palace
understanding seder hishtalshelus
loving kindness 
callous without malice
forget the madness
balance like atlas
daedulus without talons embrace what happens
you will fly out the labrinyth winged and valiant
only to burn to ashes
the tale of the tragic
christ's passion.

anton - taleofthechrist(prod. 7th galaxy)

external conflict is the internal war
you stuck in the matrix you makin me snore
the kitten does not care for rich or the poor 
get rid of your delusions of grandeur
forget about those you kneel or feel for
devour my head hope they dont find the corpse
and no empathy for me i don't feel remorse.
step in the hyper-dimensional door.

dude
how you gon mess up my mood?
I got the forbidden fruit.
that means I got the vision to give the population some wisdom and start beginning some truth.
you think you’re wise man? that’s cute 
distorted from your point of view
gun to my youth then I shoot
what you see in the sky and the moon
it’s just a reflection of you
painting a separate hue
now you don’t know what to do
clouds fade away from the view
what you make fun is you 
what you critique is just you 
we're in the garden of youth   
you were a god in your youth
then they take it and dilute
then they take it then they loot 
lock you up and make you produce 
overwhelming in attempt to confuse 
demiurge is just exempt from the rules

anton - forbiddenfruit

im so empty the forbidden fruit couldn't tempt me.

GoldenArrow

van Gogh; a man suicided by society
surrounded by these people who reside within impiety
an angels voice begins to cry in me; starts depriving me
of love and hate; an uncomfortable state that underlies my needs
within me is a rising sea; the waves of which are lying deep
the tides will leap inside of me; supplying heat thats guiding me
the clay thats formed kilns made and scorned, flames are drawn at high degrees
contemplate the Forms, escape the norm and stayin warm's what I believe

why must every flower wilt after the passage of time? / why does the tragic always happen to the laughter in life

all they care bout is the money and green /
 these dummies are pleased / 
makin a sum and a bunch of tha cheese / 
what does it mean /
 to someone who doesn’t love corruption and greed / 
those in power always ain’t as dumb as they seem /
 im tryna show you underneath 
what something this disgusting could breed / 
wisdom thunders im ripped asunder to the trunk of a tree
from a giant hole roots down below covered in leaves
unphased by the sunrays and from all the breeze

the martyr of madness in the garden of sadness
I depart, yet the feeling of departure is tragic 
my soul hardened and damaged 
cold, tarnished and stranded 
compartments of manic charged panic 
darts in erratic gossamer patterns 
why must god be abandoned? 
not the one borrowed from Catholics 
but The One that is the cause of all that has happened 
thoughts become absent and all of them vanish
will we find a cause to cherish or will all of us perish?

suicidebysociety

... The True, the Good, and the Beautiful ...

we're in a game like "nintendo"
light is pouring in the windows.
when will the truth ever be instilled
into the world and all of its people?

everybody want a car and a limousine,
eye dont want it eye wan' Be God
everybody thinking lifes another seesaw 
till they get to the end of the road: COMPLETE CALM

reading the bhagavad gita
tryna just appease god / blow up like a jihad
TIME IS FORSAKEN / AWAKEN TO THE ALL SEEING EYE
WITHERING AWAY IN THIS STATE IN THE MEANTIME

seven billion souls governed by the sun
demiurge is what we become
trying to find the melody there isnt one
thinking it is done but it has just begun

( to the 1 eye pray / nothing 2 say/same )
color of grey covers my face with a touch of the hate
a mothers embrace / uncomfortable states / feel nothing but hate
what a mistake

anton - light is pouring

i hold that ting
i load that ting then reload that ting

you trapped in this world you dont know a ting
im trapped in this world like a gnosis ting 
map will unfurl like a lotus wing
galaxy swirls like a smokeless ring
the only agony i feel is a hopeless grief
the only tragedys i havent even woke from the dream
and haven't even planned to be a nobler being
just an apathy that happens to be a shadow of me attached to a tree on the back of a leaf in the forest of sleep

people talking to me i dont want it 
i cant even think im so foggy
everybody better please stop talking
trapped in this world im a gnostic

splash the madman: the man made flesh.

O, O, Ophelia,
another lethargic day in schizophrenia
another melancholy blessed from absentia 
i absorb all the breadth of obsidian
soaked in the lost long hallways of oblivion

Do you feel the horror of the void? 
I can feel the calling of a voice / now i am falling with no choice


take me to the place of my absence, access the matrix of magick, patterned the haze of abraxas
mastered the ways of the masters, i pray i make it all happen,
cast on the sailors and flagships
maybe ill scrape all the abscess,
after the waves are done lapping
cast in the grayest of blackness
i pray i escape from the chains ive been latched in

Man Made Flesh

ive been wondering if god do you do you do you know me. no? please.
i cant even think im so lonely, hopefully
 you can show me going into an opening, my soul bleeds
i cant even seem to know peace, i have no peace
i know that im dead
the hole alice went
the cold avarice
the soul trapped in flesh
i hope that it ends
the rope snaps my neck
i go out of it
go travelling

ocean travelling

everybody thinkin that its mental
i dont even think i said what i meant to
every single moment i spend with you is so special
i swear .. my suicide note will address you

they hurt me? i grow older my soul knows more
give me the cold shoulder? i go "so what"
i am of the bleak wind
the things on this earth i see spin
ill soon see end

i feel like my body is in lockdown
i wonder if ill ever find a time to calm down
i wonder if im locked inside a box now
i wonder if ill ever find a time to hop out
get me out this body out this body i dont wanna live
transport right out body out of body and then i ascend
bugs crawlin over my skin
i feel them all from within
the clay of earth the place of birth you were embedded in

Oceanic Travelling

feeling doom as i walk into this tomb as i fall into the womb
im consumed by the doom
as i fade into the gloom like a flower that has bloomed
i lose my color and hue: suffer to the truth
that the eternity of youth is never to be assumed
the fruits will always lose their juice falling through falling through
stare back aloof, that's the feeling of the cube
stare right into the abyss and it'll stare back into you

Praying to a deity.
Even though I know that he's the same as me.
From a planet in the Pleiades
Somebody pray for me / 
Looking at a Gray and then the Grey in me.

along the road of paul, i seek to flow across 
a sea where a ship was towed ashore
i lurk back and forth: i search for more.
devoted towards my focus on the code in which the poet calls
to reverse the fall
and withdraw to the source and find universal law
in the books i scrawl: surging forth words of a cursive form
deserted, lost, my thoughts interspersed along
im thirsting for a subversive force to converge in my heart
the quartz amongst the rock
i fight against the clock
i walk the widows walk
for a moment of torque to unlock
the truth outside the box
that sits besides the mark
and carries the charge of
a light resides in the dark
you couldn't handle a man of my standard
so i ran to dubai, carryin vedas in my hand
plan to go high, prayer to the man in the sky
dammit im manic, a titanic is crashing on ice land again
thats why you gotta prepare for a life challenged 
while married to strife, damaging
cramps in your thigh, and you cant manage to fight
anymore maybe you'll die
talisman there at your side
what a precarious dynamic youre in

the acephalic mystic that is crazed by magic visions 
phrases and shapes permeate his brain casted within him
he chases an lackless wisdom, so great he'd detach from prison
such strange actions, maimed and damaged he cant explain what happened in them

in this play of life i am an unknown actor
within a stage where i am both the crowd and the actress
the sole master watching my own actions 
alone without knowing most factors
its neither given or shown but remains
in vain a growing chapter thats written as it happens
my mind was a boat anchored
in my own brain
with the rope tangled
singing my own refrain to remain sane
even though the chains hampers
along this road to damascus
i pray but receive slow to no answers 
the old crow in the cold snow
looks on me and passes
god only imposes harder

immoble i have no chances 
even though theres no salvage in this cold water
sailing farther away from home with no harbour
stuck in a remote corner the light only glows darker

Stare in the Abyss

Gnosis are the Puzzle Pieces to the Great Puzzle, a Puzzle in which once solved and it's Pieces Formatted in the Objective Sequence will reveal the Bigger Picture, A Final Revelation and Narrative to Salvation that shall be Clear.

Man must Find the Keys, The Puzzle Pieces, The Gnosis that will Mobilise our Escape from this hell and the Defeating of Darkness leaving only One of Light that always was to Emenate in Eternal Tranquility and Joy absent of Error and Suffering.

whats up. keep it cool. a simple mix. a delight on the ears. not too intrusive, not too polished, but a small fragmentary crumb to consume like undigested hummus trading real estate for this fire dance. beware i told all, yet beware: i told none.

Gomorra[`]

van Gogh; a man suicided by society
surrounded by these people who reside within impiety
an angels voice begins to cry in me; starts depriving me
of love and hate; an uncomfortable state that underlies my needs
within me is a rising sea; the waves of which are lying deep
the tides will leap inside of me; supplying heat thats guiding me
clay thats formed, made and scorned, flames are drawn at high degrees
contemplate the Forms, escape the norm is what I believe

why must every flower wilt after the passage of time? / why does the tragic always happen to the laughter in life

all they care about is money and green /
these dummies is pleased /
about makin a sum and a bunch of the cheese /
what does it mean /
to someone who doesn’t love corruption and greed /
those in power always ain’t as dumb as they seem /
im tryna show you underneath
what something this disgusting could breed /
wisdom thunders im ripped asunder to the trunk of a tree
from a giant hole roots down below covered in leaves
unphased by the sunrays and from all the breeze

the martyr of madness in the garden of sadness
I depart, yet the feeling of departure is tragic.
my soul hardened and damaged
cold, tarnished and stranded
compartments of manic charged panic
darts in erratic gossamer patterns
why must god be abandoned?
not the one that was borrowed from Catholics
but The One that is the cause of all that has happened
thoughts become absent and all of them vanish
will we find a cause to cherish or will all of us perish?

anton - sundowning

a self-contemplating spirit drifting on the axis of infinity & void

anton

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