Purity of Holy Water

The flow of poetic swords of holy wars

As purity cleaned and unopened the bouncing toes

So something gleamed and beamed into my view

As seen in the mirror behind the glue

I engulfed and bought into this dismay

But broke the rules in order to base

My understanding on something so profound and wickedly clean

It’s brought out a symmetrical mastery in-between

The timeline squeezed the trigger through the words

As the symbols dripped onto the open casket door

I bounced ahead and asked for more

A cleaner slate and a bigger mate

In nothing more but an imaginary sight

Of visionary might

I checked my mind and checked my face

Unbroken lips concealed to feel a touch of my angelic bliss

In case, I manifest my view in something that is not true

To me and not to anyone

As the life I, lead is different from the one

I spoke about

Before…

In many ways and under glazing glory in thy name

I cannot see, but break my spine to feel

The door hinges rip apart my eyelid form

In order to free, my own prisoned mind

In something but a fairytale spoken to me in my dreams

I tend to feel the compassion that I desire to bring

To people all around my horizons

I awoke to dripping water trickles onto my white sheets

It was her and the kiss I missed

Since I went into a coma before the night was done

I desired to be with her

But she fled the scene

As I held my hands upon my throat

In order to choke my load

To envision visions that pronounced to show me light

I escaped this devils game through that winter moment

When the water dripped upon my open barring chest

And I gasped for air

I was blinded

By seeing nothing

But by my imagination

Running cold into the rhythm of kissing noises.

Probabilities Equation

Probabilities shatter equations, in ions, is truth beaten in the past of giving answers from Above…

Feelings change formality of the mind, so are you a victim to your own lies?

Truth battles beneath your nostrils and in front of your eyes

Ignoring this type of confusion is a crime and deserves a persecution

Hatred in the eyes of the dead and feelings engulfed in the air

Who’s going to change the grey matters in this reality

As this dimension is getting smaller and smaller

One thinks and never realizes if he or she should speak

Or keep that lip tucked underneath his Hummer seat

I say the propaganda is spreading wide

Will you be the hero and answer the call of the Giants, who roamed the universe before Jesus’

Will you believe in Alternative History?

A timeline many don’t like speaking off…

These words are not for all, but for a few who hear voices in their minds…

A desire to distinguish and disapprove these words of Imaginary Creation

The hypothetical equations, which are being released

While you sleep and then forget to breath

An air that breaks your lungs apart

As you, catch the last breath of light

Because you believe, you have died

And gone to Heaven, but in reality you are living in an illusion of something sacred.

Thanks,

Leon Basin

http://www.leonbasin.net