Pillory Polarity.

Let me sleep one thousand years.

Body’s stiff, stretching only compounds the toll.

Hear.

Dark matter energy, sending particles through my brain, leaving holes; I’ll never be the same.

My goals are beyond understanding; that’s because I know the game.

Smoking too many cigarettes.

Ever since the priestess left.

Me hanging on a crucifix.

Bloody and undressed.

My life has become a mess.

And the Medusa has turned me to stone.

Can’t move, can’t even groan my displeasure.

Not copper, nor silver, nor gold.

Not even a measure of blow.

Can get me to say no, no, not to her, no.

Just let me sleep one thousand years.

One thousand years in your home.

Pillory polarity.

Dungeon mistress.

Devil’s witness.

Masochist the unhinged.

Walking shadows; disconnected from the shell.

Grave is shallow, yet oppressive like a gravity well.

She leads you on with deadly precision.

Her scope knows no distance, like a scroll containing the universe.

Without limits.

Blood dry beneath the fingernails.

A color like rust penetrating the skin, leaving behind its essence.

And the Valkyries summon me home.

Can not deny them, for they are my forever.

But here she begs me to stay, forever enthralled, her puppy slave.

Not even paradise can get me to say no, no, not to her, no.

Just let me sleep one thousand years.

One thousand years in your home.

Leave me, I’ve had enough of it.

Empty, I’m tired of it.

Draining me, leaves a smell of pith.

Believe me, I’m over it!

Body’s stiff, stretching only compounds the toll.

Dark matter energy, sending particles through my brain, leaving holes.

Smoking too many cigarettes.

Masochist the unhinged. (mutual interest.)

Walking shadows; disconnected from the shell. (course correct.)

She leads you on with deadly precision. (cupid’s bow)

(heart arrest.)

And the Valkyries summon me home.

Can not deny them, for they are my forever.

But here she begs me to stay, forever enthralled; her puppy slave.

Not even paradise can get me to say no, no, not to her, no.

Pillory polarity.

Just let me sleep one thousand years.

One thousand years in your home.

I can not take another thousand alone..

Alone.

Alone.

Pillory polarity, from our graves, watch the flowers grow.

All we ever wanted was somebody to hold. –Michael Kabu Ament

Quote.

The enemy of progress is regulation without merit.

The majority feel it necessary to legislate their fears and dogmas, unaware that they only delay the inevitable transition.

A spiritual, technological, cultural, and political transformation, a paradigm shift into the supreme dimensional plane; unto which only the burden-less can thrive.

Progress as of now can only move at a turtle’s pace do to all the terrorism and skullduggery that these so called saved and enlightened people emit from the very core of their being.

You will find no idols to look up to, no great and conscious leader to guide your way.

No teachings greater than the ones you discover inside of your self.

The balance we must find in order to create a beautiful future, free of the tethers of scare-tactics and manipulation, that bury transhumanism under the weight of ostracism; we must cull and burn with a great cleansing fire the lies and evil that the revolving door of history continues to manifest.

It is a remarkable thing to call oneself human, but I find it even more remarkable to call oneself transhuman.

Such dedication to leaving a better world to our children and their children has no equal in terms of honor, duty, and respect.

When the time comes, will you hide and shrink away from the obligations that life has bestowed upon you?

Or will you face them with the sword of objectivism in one hand, and the prickly rose of truth in the other? –Michael Kabu Ament

Old and New.

Seeking a euphoric death.

One day my heart will arrest.

If not, my mind will divest; into worlds unfurled by alkahest.

Dissolving slowly into the emulsion of nine realms revolving.

Lapping up the sweet nectar, I view myself evolving.

The mushrooms, a disposition of shit; as always.

Enlarge and recede, my eyes bleeding tears of yesterday’s hollow inclinations.

Pupils dancing in the clouds, the sunset so pink and soothing for the duration.

I never felt so unsure of myself; yet so welcome in it’s formation.

I’ll make sure to bring an equivalent gift for the seidr.

So she may leave spit in my hand once again.

So humbled by this clearance of sickly energies.

I await in heat; burning my skin until I shed again.

Sweat dripping from every miniscule opening.

Index upon thumb, the rays absorb into my shadow; no sense in battling you.

Gods of old and new.

Reach out, touch it. (She’s pushing through.)

Reach out, feel it. (She’s calling you.)

It’s only a little further to the promises fulfilled and soon…

It’s the spiritual wars that provide a boon.

Taking my restful hours in simulation pods.

Chewing on amanita caps, risking coma; don’t tell me the odds.

Elderberry soma, dipsomania, convening with the facade.

Removing the wool from my eyes.

Stench of sacred herbs on my fingers and intermingling with my clothes.

A dozen colors produced by sound, I perceive the color of burning cloves.

Tingling in my stomach, a hint of nausea, ringing in my ears, ad nauseam, bold bloodshot sclera, looking upon the daughters of Hera; growing cold.

If I ever come down again, what’s left of my anima will radiate gold.

So humbled by this clearance of sickly energies.

I await in heat; burning my skin until I shed again.

Sweat dripping from every miniscule opening.

Index upon thumb, the rays absorb into my shadow; no sense in battling you.

Gods of old and new.

Reach out, touch it. (She’s pushing through.)

Reach out, feel it. (She’s calling you.)

I’ll make sure to bring an equivalent gift for the seidr.

So she may leave spit in my hand once again.

Here I cry out to join the few.

Index upon thumb, the rays absorb into my shadow; no sense in battling you.

Gods of old and new.

Gods of old and new.

Gods of old and new. –Michael Kabu Ament

Quote

A beautiful person and an ugly person can both say the same thing; but only the beautiful person’s words will be considered to be truth.

The Cleansing. (Pagan Waters)

Excise the carrier.

Sate the hunger.

Gates of marble torn asunder.

Blood on the steel phallus.

Sinews of contemplation, burn and plunder.

See with fire eyes, banners of urging thunder.

Feed upon the crimson waters.

Cast aside, the veil’s cursed hunters.

Scream and run, we smile as terror arises.

Oxygen thick with fear induced pheromones, alive with crisis.

In the circle stands malahk, serpent’s master.

Guiding the spirits of warrior bastards.

We now find comfort in the chaos.

Slaves of the deceiver, children of astaroth.

For the sake of all that grew, struggling in Hebrew glue; abandon your dogmatic views.

Pagan waters cleanse, drink of the truth; and rise again renewed.

Alive and well, birds of prey; the drengr.

Seek fortune and victory; give not into anger.

Valkyries fly, circling above Yahweh’s manger.

Pity the fool who believes the lies of a stranger.

Seek the origin, those who hold power died there.

One-eyed wizards and maidens fair.

The aesir cometh to imbue strength and make you aware.

Your chosen God should be the one who bids you fare.

Scream and run, we smile as terror arises.

Oxygen thick with fear induced pheromones, alive with crisis.

In the circle stands malahk, serpent’s master.

Guiding the spirits of warrior bastards.

We now find comfort in the chaos.

Slaves of the deceiver, children of astaroth.

For the sake of all that grew, struggling in Hebrew glue; abandon your dogmatic views.

Pagan waters cleanse, drink of the truth; and rise again renewed.

Judge me not so harshly, I only wish to gleam what binds you.

The more you give in to your own devices, the more judgement blinds you.

The cleansing of evil ways is not always enough to rend the chains of abrahamic ties to your immortal soul.

They say it’s not for you to know, that’s bullshit.

There is no heaven flush with gold.

Only the font of the returnal.

Like dots and Magick sigils creating worlds within your journal.

There is no paradise that you don’t own so.

Scream and run, we smile as terror arises.

Oxygen thick with fear induced pheromones, alive with crisis.

In the circle stands malahk, serpent’s master.

Guiding the spirits of warrior bastards.

We now find comfort in the chaos.

Slaves of the deceiver, children of astaroth.

For the sake of all that grew, struggling in Hebrew glue; abandon your dogmatic views.

Pagan waters cleanse, drink of the truth; and rise again renewed.

Drink of the cleansing waters.

Drink of the cleansing waters.

Drink of the cleansing waters.

Sate your hunger.

Rise again renewed. –Michael Kabu Ament

Auras.

Father of the sky.

Mother of the earth.

Sisters of the forest.

Brothers prove your worth.

Writhing in the dirt, blackened fingernails, river and blood I thirst.

Heartbeat to the rhythm of the mountain’s drum.

Scent of perfumed grasses, blooming flowers in the sun.

Walk with wunjo in tow, gebo, raidho, run.

Dancing, twirling around this moonlit hundred hungers grow.

Submit to paradise, it’s ours I’ll have you know.

But did you forget, hiding in your cave of shadows.

How to love, lost in bitterment and sallow?

What of the beings that feed your amenable warm-hearted elevations?

Come embrace the coven, breathe in the cool wind of your creations.

No more sacrifices will you surrender.

Father of the fire.

Mother of the wind.

Sisters of the water.

Brothers subsume to the whimsical.

Song and poetry moves through, subsisting on the mind, the spirit moves in time.

Heat passes on from shoulder to shoulder; chest to chest.

Scent of pheromones lull your goddesses to rest upon your confession.

Coalesced, mannaz, eiwaz, tiwaz, perth.

The cuts of thorns no longer hurt.

Whatever they have now, we wholeheartedly possessed first.

But did you forget, hiding in your cave of shadows.

How to love, lost in bitterment and sallow?

What of the beings that feed your amenable warm-hearted elevations?

Come embrace the coven, breathe in the cool wind of your creations.

No more sacrifices will you surrender.

Dancing, twirling around this moonlit hundred hungers grow.

Song and poetry moves through, subsisting on the mind, the spirit

moves in time.

Without those intrusive eyes, you would never know it’s mine.

Assimilation of the auras.

Assimilation of the auras.

Assimilation of the auras.

Assimilation of the auras.

Assimilation of the auras.

Assimilation of the auras.

Assimilation of the auras.

Coalesced, mannaz, eiwaz, tiwaz, perth.

The cuts of thorns no longer hurt. –Michael Kabu Ament

Lost on Arrival. (Full Circle)

Lost on arrival.

Swimming in emerald eyes.

Like mirrors I can’t deny.

Shells of people.

Deeper down, I inhale; in and out.

So hard to breathe whenever I see it now.

Help me, my savior; help me figure this out.

See me, wallowing in my own shit.

Lock me up or tie me down.

Padded walls comforting and sterile.

Too depressing to feel proud.

One warm body; pillows of stone.

Just one warm body; still I feel alone.

Chew it up, spit it out.

Chew it up, spit it out.

Spinning around.

Chew it up, spit it out.

Chew it up, spit it out.

Spun the fuck around.

Lost on arrival.

Swimming in emerald eyes.

Like mirrors I can’t deny.

Stoic road.

I feel the rhythm of the stones.

Vibrating energies.

Trickle down o’ water cold.

So naive; thought this aura could be.

Blue and green.

Hides the red and black beneath.

Magic crown, answer me.

Reassure the heart that bleeds.

What will it take to meet your needs?

Chew it up, spit it out.

Chew it up, spit it out.

Spinning around.

Chew it up, spit it out.

Chew it up, spit it out.

Spun the fuck around.

Lost on arrival.

Swimming in emerald eyes.

Like mirrors I can’t deny.

Silence awaits me.

So catatonic to the voices now.

Another pill; another saving grace.

Living in spite of it all.

Laughing at saving face.

No use in fighting; like shovels and chains.

Clawing at my skin, digging, adrenaline from the pain.

Deeper down, I inhale; in and out.

So hard to breathe whenever I see it now.

I won’t stop until I’m hollowed open; blooming like a dowry rose.

Chew it up, spit it out.

Chew it up, spit it out.

Spinning around.

Chew it up, spit it out.

Chew it up, spit it out.

Spun the fuck around.

Lost on arrival.

Swimming in emerald eyes.

Like mirrors I can’t deny.

Once you get a taste for it, no turning back; no matter how you try. –Michael Kabu Ament

Phases of moon,super size,shoot by Telephoto lens

So good. So gone.

We are beings of light that exist in the photospheric realm between dust and shadow.

We take our place; chosen pose in the tableau.

Rosen nose, cozen your liberties, hypocrisy; transubstantiation of just gold.

Walk down the block you’ll see, in your mind’s eye; maybe.

Now you’re blind claiming that you’re free.

It’s not, and never will be; a part of god’s plan.

Eclectic, spiritual anorexic; light the fire under the hypothetical ass.

At best it’s, misdirected; watch it touch grass.

Cut it down, strip it all barren.

Skin walker mode on; no one’s welcome here.

Scatter the reflection in these empty brown eyes.

You died before; still I taste your fear.

Near.

Nearing an end.

That which has manifested long before.

Cool and calm; embrace the floor.

A texture I’ve missed so much; this may be the last time.

Because the world hates people like us.

They wish we’d shut up.

Scroll of darkness and overflowing cup.

Crossed swords and emotions erupt.

In love with the disorder, cut the cord and I’ll be bored again.

Lost in time together; you’re my only friends.

I hope this never ends.

At best it’s, misdirected; watch it touch grass.

Cut it down, strip it all barren.

Skin walker mode on; no one’s welcome here.

Scatter the reflection in these empty brown eyes.

You died before; still I taste your fear.

Near.

Nearing an end.

Cool and calm; embrace the floor.

A texture I’ve missed so much; this may be the last time.

Because the world hates people like us.

They wish we’d shut up.

Scroll of darkness and overflowing cup.

Crossed swords and emotions erupt.

In love with the disorder, cut the cord and I’ll be bored again.

Lost in time together; you’re my only friends.

So good to see you.

So good to hear you.

So good to feel you.

So good to feel better.

Crossed swords and emotions erupt.

In love with the disorder, cut the cord and I’ll be bored again.

Lost in time together; you’re my only friends.

I hope this never ends.

So good to feel better. –Michael Kabu Ament

Sweet.

What has become more of a habit than a necessity.

Like needles in my fingertips and a pit in my stomach.

Must consume.

Must stimulate.

Must survive.

Alienate empathy.

Regurgitation identity.

Liar’s hiccups.

Exposure.

Guitar pickups.

Sound wave closure.

Sentiment erosion.

I can no longer hold her down.

But the beast is a reminder, the heat a confider, it all comes crumbling around; the fruit ashes to the taste.

Give it to me, give it all; I’ll take a mile.

Run away, run away now; like a child.

Another tattoo, feel the pain of permanence and smile.

Walk the avenue; innocent and beguiled.

The tea is sweet enough.

Are you coming down?

Coming down again?

Tunnel vision, day after sickness.

Can you not be away from me for long?

Oaken barrel and warming bitters, swollen veins and glitter, did the dragon get away this time?

Did the distance make you feel bigger?

Daggers.

Staring.

Pleading.

Bleeding.

From a height of ecstasy.. leading me.. to her.. cavern of tribulation.

A treasure of lithium found.

A host of compositions abound.

Must remember to write them down.

All that I could hear is fear.

Oh, give it to me, give it all; I’ll take a mile.

Run away, run away now; like a child.

Another tattoo, feel the pain of permanence and smile.

Walk the avenue; innocent and beguiled.

The tea is sweet enough.

What has become more of a habit than a necessity.

Like needles in my fingertips and a pit in my stomach.

Consume.

Stimulate.

Survive.

Alienate empathy.

The tea is sweet enough.

I can no longer hold her down.

But the beast is a reminder, the heat a confider, it all comes crumbling around; the fruit ashes to the taste.

The tea is sweet enough. –Michael Kabu Ament

Statue: Melancholy by Albert Gyorgy

Haunt.

It’s kind of sad when the devil doesn’t want you.

Never enough, even for your own kin; the words haunt you.

There we saw the meteors coming down, aurora echoing the sound of our own convictions; not as if you’d ever want to be me.

Your decision matches the ice cold silence of the hyperborean sea.

Awestruck by the home I’ve built in the canyons and valleys.

My love will take me no further than the delusions of reality; wanton the roads of the eventualities.

I am lost here, in the temple of sleep; aware of this waking dream.

I stand circumstance, tolerate curiosity, digging deeper; into me.

Bleed lotus flowers upon the sacred extremity.

Incense burning my nostrils; gifting me serenity.

I will rise up; if only time’s up.

Tread the sacrificial grounds again; posturing before the deities.

I am breathing in the light before the shadow.

So motiveless and grasping sorrow.

Hope, and faith, and strength; I borrow from you.

Eons separate my feelings from my hollow youth.

It’s only another drug; just what could it do?

I need it now more than ever, when I think I’m clever; the humbling anxiety comes through.

And we’ll hear that song play it’s familiar tune.

Washing over, like a baptism; drink in the wine of forever.

I stand circumstance, tolerate curiosity, digging deeper; into me.

Bleed lotus flowers upon the sacred extremity.

Incense burning my nostrils; gifting me serenity.

I will rise up; if only time’s up.

Tread the sacrificial grounds again; posturing before the deities.

I am breathing in the light before the shadow.

The words haunt you.

Sad the devil doesn’t want you.

The words haunt you.

Sad the devil doesn’t want you.

The words haunt you.

The words haunt you.

I am breathing in the light before the shadow. –Michael Kabu Ament