Wednesday, 21 February 2018

Infernal Brain - A Living Poetry



said: 'To all the people of old who died figuring out which stuff you can and cannot eat.'

"My ancestors did not figure out such things in that way. Death from anything does not necessarily prohibit its value to oneself or others. Death is a source of knowledge in itself, for in Death our whole flesh and blood speaks with its most powerful language that of all beasts. Rather, use all experiences and feelings to nourish and restore, with bravery, the cyclical knowledge and language of your ancestral flesh and blood sanctity o'er all that lay in Heaven and Earth, or in Hell for that matter."




The Military or Martial cultures all the world hath long sought to distort and or impersonate the Mother and the Mind of Man's native celestial biology, language and way of life that of the voice of our flesh and blood. This impersonation is called Rhea or "Reality" and forcing children to deal with "the Real World" of their "a dull essence" or "addled essence" or "adult lessons" or "adult lessens" coded as all torture is into all modern language and calendar systems for, as was, the communication of our flesh and blood if any sufficient nourishment of the generations.







The cold lay smitten with the Sun the yawning every tide
Of Moon and Sea, of Destiny and stories every phrase
Meant everything meant anything to any mother's child
Ever plunged into the coldest and the hottest regions of the brain's
Capacity to fathom and to speak with greatest ease
The tragedies that hath befall'n our families to such
Delirious proportions that our war and torture is our peace
With being forced to feed upon our mother's, father's, son's and daughter's flesh and blood
Insatiable as predators with editors and Tsars
Enveloping the flesh and blood the waters of the womb
Contractions factions science and religion, plebes and stars
Competing for employee of the year by feeding off of me and you
And we as well who must dispel with all one is immersed
Imposters our celestial biology deployed
By our command after the generations of a birth
Converted every voice and organ to a torture Man enjoyed
Or must because his flesh and blood was robbed and so replaced
By every thought and god and story with which Rhea's child sleeps and wakes. 











The cold lay smitten with the Sun the yawning every tide
Of Moon and Sea, of Destiny and stories every phrase
Meant everything meant anything to any Mother's child
Ever plunged into the coldest and the hottest regions of the brain's
Capacity to fathom and to speak with greatest ease
The tragedies that hath befall'n our families to such
Delirious proportions that our war and torture is our peace
With being forced to feed upon our mother's, fathers, sons' and daughter's flesh and blood,
So we create this prayer of old and new, of East and West:

This flesh and blood deserves a language worthy of our birth
And all the rhythmic cyclic knowledge flowing through the womb
Of Man and Child of a Mother Heaven and the Earth
Living like us with all of the contractions of the Sun and Moon
A knowledge in and of the Seasons of the Earth and Man
Together in the stories of forever and today
Supernal nerves of all the epics all our birth, our living, dying and
Reliving something long ago yet yonder and away
The anger will not soon subside until it has its part
In all the chorus and the voices of our flesh and blood
Make answer to the world with all the vigor of the heart
At the disposal of the beasts whose language is the Sun
Of the contractions of the Earth and all Her children slip
From all the bonds of the horizon even as they live.













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