Uada
      Djinn

1.	Djinn

The Outer-Deamons,
swarming all around,
yet within us they're found...
Like blood & semen,
the gifts of life & death,
which mold & mend the flesh.
Imprisoned angels, wings drip
with the inks of night,
captive in their fables of light
The three triangles,
the pyramids of space & time,
allow our stars to align

Prophesied watchers, illustrating
a new eons birth, draw down the
moon to the earth
The shadow stalkers,
dominion of obsidian flame,
with spell & sword we maim
The smokeless fire,
guide me through the chaos beyond,
drink deep the night-wells of dawn
Let us transpire,
in the kingdom of twilight truths
the tongue of tidings & muse

Hokhmah, grant me, so I may never wish again
Binah, enchant me, so I may never need again
My soul is burning south from the plains of Abraham
Ayin, grant me, so I may never wish again


2.	The Great Mirage

The royal crown is broken amidst midnight bloom,
within the language of stars
they deny our light to embrace their gloom
Thirsting throats now throttle
as they sip the spurious as fact
Toasting their own turmoil
while turning contra towards the pact

The chambers of the underground ripple
with the echoes of the weak,
herded like cattle
by the scenes in which they blindly seek
These grainial oceans... they glitter not of gold
for these arid flats
entomb fragmented bones & horrors of old

Fallacies unwinding the ambitions of forgotten dreams
associations burden culturally cracking at the seams
These illusions flourish like dead flowers in the wind
let it be the pride of devils
that we may find ourselves in


3.	No Place Here

Among the liars, flag fliers,
factual deniers
the war on instinct has begun
scientific distortion,
philosophical contortion
let it be abortion
that now grants us none
Mental regression,
self-image obsession,
under the guise of
oppression they
sanctimoniously leech.
the revolutionaries, &
over-reactionaries
are the contemporaries
who cannot practice
what they preach.

The false accusers,
privileged abusers,
bias users bathing in
the bile they birth
The distribution of
one's own confusion
casts false illusions
of what they deem of worth
Self-reflective denial,
projecting outward trial
a plague so vile it shields
the mortal mind
hypnotizing the spineless,
capitalizing on blindness
guided sightless
is the humankind

Individualism verses
collectivism,
what is free will
if the will cannot be free
With persuasion
of denomination
does what you believe
bestow the right to deceive

Take what you've been handed,
endowed, inherited and granted
and through your fingers let it fall
With the alleviation of appreciation
without double standards
would there be any at all...

I cannot see myself in
this world being found,
among those who claim down
is up while others swear
that up is down
There is no knowledge of
the inhumanity once withstood,
that could cease those
from weaponizing their
own victimhood.
Where logic holds no
validity over emotion,
it is the taste of entitlement
that detracts the relevance
of their devotion

And it darkens the sense
of a greater understanding, when
they've fallen deaf to all dialogue
other than their own demandings.
And they focus their faith into a
chosen form of extremism
like a swinging pendulum,
the behest of a subconscious
hypnotism. To insist
immunity in the light of a
false alliance, squealing
foolishness to accompany
the continued acts of
their defiance. In the end
they'll only hear what it is
they want to hear,
the weakening words
of a failing campaign
in which they choose to smear.
The only consistency found
can be within their own doubt,
as they descend
with communal ad hominems
channeling casuistic clout.
The most privileged protect their
political pose, polarizing personal...
...principle & propagating
a platform for their phony prose....
A fictitious brotherhood,
a fraudulent kin,
only projecting outward
what it is that they so feel within.
There is no reflection,
restraint or redaction,
to those who cannot take responsibility
for the contamination of their own action
And they push their concepts of
identity upon us all, out-thrusting
nonsense so that they may have
a sword on to fall
And we wait for the cowards
to take their leave, for there is no trust,
no virtue and definitely no honor
among these thieves
Where every step is a contradiction
to their last, a promenade on
display... a forward march into
their past. Through the intolerance
of their desperate disposition shown,
becoming disenfranchised
by the infantile climates in which
they've thrown. I cannot see myself
among a flock controlled by fear, for
I have no place there & they have
no place here


4.	In the Absence of Matter

The world of separation & below,
return me to the hallowed mind
for what may come shall always go
into regions I need not find
As within & so without,
away into the vastness of infinity
shatter vessels of thriving doubt
& devour diadems of decaying divinity

From inner fields of illumination,
praying unto the chaos star
boundless together in our cognation,
cut, cauterize & conceal our scars
banishing tidal disruption,
returning stellar supernal essence
vanishing idle abruption with the parallel
setting of the cardinal crescent

Eater of stars, protrude your wings
like infernal parched tongues
of the opaque & perdu kings
Dark nebula, shimmering cosmic dust
through grandeur consumption
may the astral light combust

Material vacuum, take beyond your means
Be oh luminous Sol a pawn & Luna our queen of queens
Burning serpents, radiating topaz through the skies
Beyond delusions of reality is where
absolute actualization lies


5.	Forestless

Where are those that provided protection
Where are these giants of old
And where in the world did I stand
when they needed protection of their own
Nothing in this life is granted
other than the reminders of decay
for all who stood tall have dissolved
into the conciousness of our yesterday

Barren have become my lands
emptied through the averice deed
laceratered by the wounds of hand
vanished keep of bark, root & seed
Sapling ghosts I long for now
blackened by the touch of fire & smoke
lost in the questions of why & how
I still hear the whisperings of pine & oak

Thy thickets urn, my heavens burn
where now will I search for serenity
for leaf & fern, my heart shall yearn
within the embers of our own obscenity

Paradise now feign, nature in chains
as is my soul internally
for the cost of gain,
blood stains these plains
and we follow in the footsteps of eternity


6.	Between Two Worlds

Into the depths of their rabbit holes they go,
believing what fits their agenda,
so that they may cast projections of their own
Through sightless eyes things are
never what they appear but a semblance
phenomenon to those too far out & those far too near

Betwixt lesser men & greater gods,
bleak are the altars of fairness
where all bow before their foremost frauds
The admonished trangress by
the misconceptions of their place
like fork-tongued ophidians
disclosing two masks for every face

Beyond the dark of night, is where we transcend
pursuing lures of light, let us begin again

Lying above & flying below
circulating within the soul's corruption
What is once broken shall again be whole
unchaining stigmas from the mind's abduction

Distort the realms of time, to our will it shall bend
dispel what is left behind,
for I shall seek no end

Let it be these beasts that will come for me
severing schackles from my body's thrall
powerless to their excuse of indignity
it is within the center where we will find the balance of all