Far ago and lost now left behind like roadkill

 I’ve never felt so lonely in a world this overcrowded it seems that my one and only hope won’t be heard even if I shouted it from the rooftops for the world to hear, but the wind just carries it away. My opinions do not matter in the world of today. This leads me to feel a sorrow that I cannot quite explain and wonder if I’m suffering from damage to my brain visions I once held that were so pure and true are beginning to be dispelled by everyone, including you. I now feel so lost and alone I can’t begin to express it in the darkness of my mind where a light  once was shown to lead the way forward. There’s only a dimming beam nowadays, Preventing me from moving toward the goals that I once wanted to achieve. I no longer see the reason and I’m finding it much harder to believe there’s anything worthwhile but treason.  The price of eggs and gasoline are subjects of discussion and I could care less about their dream of becoming Russian.  Friends that used to love me now seem to view me with suspicion, if not mockery and hatred pouring with derision. I suppose one idle glance sent their way colored by the wrong lighting sent them scurrying away from the wrongs we were all righting.  Now I’m just left gutted on the side of a dirt road to be crushed beneath the passing tires and flattened like a toad. 

  

 

Rusted gates and Polished skies

 I feel as if a fever dream has woken me up inside. I know that things aren’t what they seem so why does it hurt my pride when people ask me what I think about how things are today I don’t know how to respond or even know what to say.

All the thoughts I used to have are going down the drain. It seems like there has been someone who’s hacked into my brain. I don’t know what’s real anymore because I’ve been online for so damn long, the truth’s now hard to find.

What used to Seem to be so right now I’m told is wrong by people that won’t agree with me or sing my own song. I have no choice, but to be Left alone with my own Private thoughts

I try to stay perpendicular to the truth that everyone else has bought,  I close my eyes and think of times that have long past us by, Their vivid impressions coalesce Before me in the sky.  One consolation that I get when I open my bedroom window are the songbirds singing to themselves I try to let their message flow Through my mind as I unwind and think of days gone past.  I hang onto these memories, hoping they will last.  

I don’t know how much time I have left in this old life, All I know is I love my boy And my one and only Wife. For them, I would do anything No matter what the cost. In their hearts, I hope to find myself getting lost. 

archipelago

to tease from space 

the arch of a pelican's wing 

  upon the crisscrossed striations 

  of the carpet, the orange 

tabby reclines while ragged 

motifs intertwine 

enhanced by sunlight 

fallen on certain

 curling strands 

  to produce strange

 lines as if written

  in an alien language 

 spelling out the echo 

   of a long relaxed dream 

  shaun lawton 

SIX SYNTHOGRAPHS

 by   shaun lawton  x ai 

 

Everything The Trees Do Is For Mankind

  by  thorn  grub 

  dream passage  down tuned lip service to the trees

 featured here first onstage to fly drift  to a slow coast 

 where we build our small huts  on their  conveyor belt 

 in the year of the dragon   I swore an oath before some

grand oaks where I was dubbed thorn guardian of ambush

 soldier for the army of trees worldwide quite an army it is 

  in alliance with a variety of tribes of men more in tune  

 with the nomadic side of shifting tectonic plates 

 and moving across unfamiliar terrain looking for portals

  that we could pass through into alternate dimensions 

 "Everything the trees do is for mankind," you once told me.

 I don't know where you heard such nonsense as that 

  Its something I like to remember so I can hear your voice

captured

 

 

Luciferal’s Key : dark beginningS

 A sinuous interlacing of slithering sounds as of the scales of serpents hissing through the sands of time .. side effects   Omensworn’s Astral Emanations of Fear and Desolation reflected and carried the torrents of dark energy summoned by this wide variety of artists and their unique and respective takes on evoking haunted soundscapes.   Esoterrexus - A Slithering Black Compilation released in October of ‘23, lives on today as a fine testament to a core crew of devotees to weaving acoustic spaces that capture our attention in unexpected and disturbing ways. 

online variant fatale

 by thornswrath 

in the polymorph Armada, under dreamRealm influence, a distant avatar in remote adjunct space contemplates  sending  and receiving transcendent plasma transmissions from unimaginably afar