Druidic Lineage

Enter in, here we go, flow like a glow

essence out, expand without, no doubt

support the practice of Druidic lineage

were the flow of particles align in congruence;

in which, what, why-not

 

Thus as is, something commands

me to move my atoms hand, light;

in which, what, where?

 

In here, somewhere, no-where

essence of holes that come in;

from a commitance of sin,

let me flow from innate hymns

that rivers a stream to trim the banks

along a currents transmission that cranks;

the sound, around, bumping ground let surround

me in the moments were I am loud

 

I express my alignment to the solstice,

the summer Sun-Reality of light; eclipse,

totally amiss; static in the cyst

 

Voids; divorces of forces

setting instilled motion of courses

imploding within a negative speed,

light in need, splicing everything into greed;

in which, what, when?

 

Particles bend, gravity amends;

light stays and sends,

from me and banes of the fiends friend,

moments of madness, capture light

comparable moments in the blight!

 

Flowers of circle motion spiral in energy;

commotion of notions, tidal waves; tsunami;

I am a BEING stronger then the ocean;

can’t you see I control Albion?

 

Fairies, nymphs, satirical fables preached,

reach out; in, no-way, only a particle stay

where were high!- = – time sublime

 

Random chimeras of time float tither;

wither around, tis a season of fluttering flights

along the cosmo’s, currents of blight; comparable

to the high of a sensation pressure compression,

from a low of sorrowful depression?

 

O insanity, can’t you reach out; express

let me see, o wait, I am lost in logos fate

Meaning is congruent with the geocentricity of centrifugal centers

were everything is lost, hopeless; bliss-love

 

Embrace me my friend, can’t we make time;

shine! Outline, currents are blind

prophets of unwinding time

seals fated; to me? O wait, I am cut from the thread.

 

Madness is my fate, synchronicities are of late

insanity comes and takes flight;

currents of blight, light; substance of bait

currency that limits energies “wait”,

a retreat of practicing peace, love, charity

were a simple gesture is a rarity.

 

Love is a smile from a immortal friend

who connects to you through gravities trend

a conscious force, unstoppable.

 

A supportable dissonance, faded, flowering;

coming into the Pedal of Life

Celtic Dower of the Druidic Power

coming like showers upon each hour,

a light unto the personification’s emergence;

Destiny is fated to the Beings of commitence,

who come into the life that is sequenced,

back into the woods, where the fauns play;

along the midnight fray, a lightened way,

supported, comforted, a con-sway,

that pitiful trauma of life’s congruency,

of a difference in decency; purity.

 

O scorn, Adrest the test!

Saturn rests, light the ample alien quest!

Orion, Pleadians, Sirians, Acturians, WHO CARES…

We are human are we not?

Why compel ourself outward towards plots?

Inward toward madness, reaches into the love,

under the glove, stoved story of dragons lore;

Hermes Trigmesgitus is a hermit!

Who lives by himself in a way of persuasion,

to lore into those, deceitful holes,

a particle that lives in the whole.

 

Can’t you see, I am in a dimension that is free,

above me, below the sea, Atlantis controversy,

El is the leader of Love, currents of Old times

Ashera of wisdom in line with the place

Can’t you tell that I am in a new flow,

were this being of self compels me to reality glow,

no madness, this is congruent sadness,

my words are now expressing a difference sphere,

In which what where and near is fear,

of a clear-sight that see’s through the night!

O, I am the Master of Keys, reincarnation of ALL

Can’t you be me? I am you, a trip of something tall,

an Oak Hall, of Self, compelled to near death,

multiple times I have faced the abyss,

it is just an ocean mist!

That comes from the particles piss,

waving off the electronical pulses aura’s kiss!

O yes, I just shut off my aura, now I am nothing

My music has resumed tempo, instead of this stupid; stop

start, let it rehoop, into the loop of a new flood.

 

Waters RISE

Earth DENIES

Rivers CRY

Snow DIES

Light FRIES

Darkness SIGHS

Emotions NIH

Control LIES

 

O test, test test

blest, words; blest

What comes to be, in me, from denial

is a tragic flow of a reliable, source;

of income, a paternity of reliability,

what shines, is me, what dies, is you

immortal to the times are through

now let this new version shine through-you.

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About up2quark

I rest with silence and awareness; believing in hope for a brighter future, I feel compelled to write any words that excite me in the spontaneous moments in life! So this is my work; hope you enjoy my musings.
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