I wish we all be forgotten.
What is to remember ?

The Outcast

It's the fairly consequential end to those who think that everything that surrounds them is inconsequential to their being. Dependency is the ramification of structural existence. I do not challenge it, I sometimes defy it.

It's like rearing an ant farm, you rear the people who like structure tied insects carry the little grains of information stored in an ant hill of a news feed and then they breed in further ,creating opportunities of new ant contacts. Stock of grains from the little nuggets you pass on or chose to float in their virtual universe are then stored and shared, further carried to the source of it all. A large glass box housing them all, You could be an emperor, a jack, a queen in the domain of the glass box and then when out of the glass box there is a .......  where these structure tied insects are not even existent. further if the glass box is dropped, the ants would scatter.
The ants have scattered. I did attempt at throwing the glass box off  the utility shelf. I am the ant who escaped the glass box while it had not collapsed.I  am essentially the outcast. I cast the others out now. They may move in the stench of the formic familiarity, that is obligatory. I do not affirm my ties in obligations. I am glad the rest understand.

Witch and Craft?

Lissome lissome scarlet lips
Touch this, touch and gently scath,
touch another archers bow(the tensile silk string)
and cut them on the inside with the edge on sinking in
such impressionable flesh, my skin, your skin?
what a construes to this offering?

Drench my words in the water we stirred
we shared a sip each from the glass,
we lent our breath and caused a storm
on the placid that quickly pass.

I drowned my words in you
I drowned my faith in you
I drowned my spells in you
 offered a sacrifice that night
and the moon I drew on one hand
while the stars of the arrows
from my own red nuptials
and my own ties of thread
that took with them the stones
my arrows tied to stones.
Do you see the raven bleeding in?
do you see the nightfall seeping in,
just as you spelled the spell
in incantations of the sighs.


I lent the peripheries of my altar
and I lent you the open pentagram
where in your vibe merged within mine
Lets draw around the circle of life.

The pyramid built on the mount of my back
I rise with yours. the arrow rises.
We rise in the full moons night after
We sink in the dark fortnight's laughter
We cause the summer solstice
We cause winters blurred mist in our eyes,
We cast voodoo together
and the pins are stuck in our pasts
the spears we shape for the present.
Do you see the light now bleeding in
the fire we lit should not blind you
the fire we lit should not bind you.

I am a spark after all, you a spark
and none the splinter
we spread, we burn
we soar, we flicker
we hiss in vicious vows, our douse
we crackle in fuel that lights us free.
We char each other, unlikely?