Realities gate revealed-amidst embers Lifes light exposed The dawn of smoke and breath Interconnected and writhing-pulsating Lending itself toward the sky Breaching known boundaries Jettison of learned paths The shadow it casts-blankets the past molting pain into pleasure Should the root take hold Its structure shall flourish and the diversion of turbulence begins maintained by truth and built with belief the blurred horizon sharpens with sheen This is the birth of Kunna ADC 2/14/2008

Where is home, when its been so many places The feeling of longing for a life that was once familiar hmm fam-i-liar, promises made and left un-kept Voltage translucent fingertips cannot withstand Truth is found in the violent storms that wage war on our decaying habitat I beleive in truth and that it perpetuates the anti-fog And is the destroyer of the malignant Its consequence inhaled as your last breath exhaled

Biodegradeable substances to skew the senses is trump The decimation of learned boundaries is not depravity Its a simple jettison of restraint The bondage restraint used by corporate whores for prostituting the mind Fat fucking pork bellies gorged with innocent blood These nocturnal sight creatures prey on the blind and siphon their blood-oil The second pillage of earth and spirit.. akin to wounded knee This so called elite habitate the apex of a power structure not marked And un-marked we sh...

Time lapse loop undefined, a film without reel. A history resigned to dormant life, until the birth of a screening. You alone defines my audience. Yet blindness plagues the canal of vibrant life. Negative relief prones as standard reflection. Will you not witness the indiscretion and stand against it. Flee the decay and run with me, not away but into. To breach realities facade.. remove her mask and slide inside. For once you jump. You shall not fall, not within this hall! ADC

Alarming throngs of blind sheep run amuck, bleeding in a mock temple The green dragon plays piper into the mosaic garden with promise of power, seduction ensues in abandon buildings, mantis mirage Rolling gourd reality, death stare to the sky The secret will be revealed, an untimely gesture ADC 1/25

Rage abounds when opportunity is lost Stagnet feelings of yesterdays promise harbors a million pixels of days gone bye Beset anger must be managed and tamed at best In reflection of decades past. Spherical boundaries of waste frequent my reality and prone themselves as hopeless causes You remain free.................................. and correlations come with compromise and I shall dwell in the void till its time to launch without spectrum ADC