Circling.

Hazy.

Esoteric enigma.

Concepts of a theme.

Blind eye; amethyst and lapis lazuli.

Polarize and center; the edge of dying.

Circling my dreams.

And what is it; that I saw?

And what is it; that I said?

And what is it worth?

Joyous exhalation; existential dread.

It’s all so enrapturing.

Crazy.

Chaotic as the universe.

Energy and their containers.

Deep roots thrive; obsidian and tiger’s eye.

Computate and entrap, order from disorder.

Circling my dreams.

And what is it; that I saw?

And what is it; that I said?

And what is it worth?

Joyous exhalation; existential dread.

It’s all so enrapturing.

Erasing.

My head is full to bursting.

My heart; it feels empty.

Love and lies; rose quartz and amazonite.

Terrorize and mentor; complete surrender.

Circling my dreams.

Circle my dreams.

And what is it; that I saw?

Circling my dreams?

And what is it; that I said?

Enrapturing me?

And what is it worth?

At the edge of dying..

And what is it; that I need?

Maybe you, maybe me; encircling my dreams… -Michael Ament

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Shattered.

I’m shattered.

I need someone to repair me.

To hold me.

To know me for what I am.

Molecular and transcendent levels.

To cure the sickness.

To fix what’s broken.

Don’t you fly away birdie.

Don’t you run away.

I’m not all that scary.

I’m not all that terrifying.

But I’m terrified.

I’m sick and tired of being alone.

I’m shattered.

Molecular and transcendent levels.

Translucent; yet no one sees inside.

To the fire, the undying light.

To the shadows; cast upon what’s right.

To the cold, cold mountain that I’ve become.

No I can’t change what I’ve done.

Don’t you fly away birdie.

Don’t you run away.

I’m not all that scary.

I’m not all that terrifying.

But I’m terrified.

I’m sick and tired of being alone.

Cast down and shattered.

Cast down and stepped upon.

Cast down and ground beneath it’s heel.

Molecular and transcendent levels.

And blown away with the wind.

To the fire, the undying light.

To the shadows; cast upon what’s right.

To the cold, cold mountain that I’ve become.

I’m shattered.

I need someone to repair me.

To hold me.

To know me for what I am.

Molecular and transcendent levels.

To cure the sickness.

To fix what’s broken.

Don’t you fly away birdie.

Don’t you run away.

I’m not all that scary.

I’m not all that terrifying.

But I’m terrified.

I’m sick and tired of being alone.

Molecular and transcendent levels.

Translucent; yet no one sees inside. -Michael Ament

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Thirteen Commandments/55 Precepts.

13 Commandments:

1. Thou shalt not perpetuate injustice through imprisonment or death.

2. Thou shalt consume a great variety, yet shun all that makes you sick without benefit.

3. Thou shalt love your blood-kin.

4. Thou shalt love the old gods as blood-kin.

5. Thou shalt respect all gods, yet bow to none but the absolute.

6. Thou shalt not feed the damned with negativity.

7. Thou shalt not perpetuate ignorance in one’s self or fellow man.

8. Thou shalt perceive all things as inconsequential; as all things shall be restored to the natural order given time.

9. Thou shalt not trap one’s self in a confined space, nor an idea.

10. Thou shalt cherish freedom, yet not at the expense of the innocent.

11. Thou shalt burn effigies to rid one’s self of impurities.

12. Thou shalt create many works with the intention to bless all things.

13. Thou shalt remain distrustful of the kin of Abraham and their teachings and devotees.

55 Precepts:

1. One must be free of impurities of the body, mind, and soul.

2. Pure love can only be experienced in the union of man and woman, all other loves shall be hollow; yet shall be respected as the choice of the individual.

3. Violence is only justifiable in situations of dire existential threat.

4. God is all things and you, and you are all things and God; therefore the individual must consider all things in unison.

5. All emotions are natural; yet one must not allow them to control one’s decisions.

6. All things can not be loved or tolerated, yet must be given autonomy without discrimination under the law.

7. All men must take merit into consideration when granting authority, reward, and biased disposition.

8. Nations must be homogeneous in mind, culture, and spirit.

9. Technology is to be prioritized in research, development, and progressive movements of a financial nature; within reasonable regulations.

10. Mankind must always expand ever outward and never stagnate.

11. Reality and language should be defined by objective truths.

12. Individuals should strive to better one’s physical, mental, and spiritual health before financial security.

13. Sacrifice must be voluntary and without doubt or trepidation.

14. The law of the land must be pertinent to exigent circumstances of a harmful nature or the intent to cause harm.

15. Education must be without opinion and must be beneficial to the future of the student.

16. Militaries must exist solely for the defense of it’s patron peoples and the deterrence of violent conflict.

17. Currency must always be based upon, and tradable for, a resource of immense and mutually agreed upon value.

18. Every crime must be met with a relevant and suitable punishment, no punishment should ever exceed the severity of the crime; and rehabilitory measures should be exhausted before extreme measures are taken.

19. An individual must shun all thoughts of deception and chastise usury of any nature.

20. The absolute God, above all other Gods; should not be defined with human qualities in an effort to facilitate righteous indignation.

21. All individuals must convene with nature at least once a day; grounding the nervous system with bare feet to soil.

22. All organisms consumed for nourishment must be treated kindly and given respect for their sacrifice.

23. All water must be free of toxins and impurities and must pass through channels with natural ergonomics to mimic the flow of the universal order.

24. All clothing should be made with minimally processed organic materials.

25. Propaganda of any nature must be denounced and promptly countered with reason.

26. All censuses and statistics must be gathered from as many sources as possible in an effort to properly inform the public.

27. No individual’s speech shall be censored or met with violent recourse.

28. Gambling should be denounced and strictly regulated, yet not prohibited.

29. All individuals should willingly feed the hungry, comfort the sick, and shelter the homeless as long as they have the resources to do so.

30. Life should be treated as a right and not a privilege.

31. All dreams, visions, and premonitions should be recorded for personal reflection; and all individuals should dedicate time to meditation.

32. One should cleanse their self in living waters every seventh day.

33. Individuals should maintain a comely appearance, yet never succumb to vanity.

34. One should fast between awakening and the zenith hour, yet not at the expense of one’s efficacy.

35. One should consume sweetness in moderation, for the tea leaf is sweet enough.

36. One should maintain a strong physique and test the limits of one’s physicality.

37. All people live in sin, but should abstain; and never claim moral superiority over another.

38. One should imbibe of the fruit of the spore and fermented foods, for they are the essence of life.

39. One should dress themselves with the oil of the clove and the ginger root.

40. One should not consume the flesh of predators without necessity; for it is unclean.

41. One should preserve excess food whenever possible, in order to prevent waste and unnecessary suffering.

42. One must not bind one’s hands, feet, or neck.

43. One must not succumb to fear and should emanate courage at all times.

44. One’s pets must be given autonomy and cherished as blood-kin.

45. One must sustain a natural vibrational frequency and Electromagnetic Conductivity.

46. One must make peace with death, for it is merely a transition, and no things have permanence; only the soul.

47. One should imbibe of grains whole whenever possible.

48. One should abstain from unnecessary suffering and seek comfort.

49. One should not consume alcohol in excess or imbibe before periods of rest.

50. One should always strive to make their environment as tidy as possible, for living in filth perpetuates filth within.

51. All people should work in unison to achieve a common goal before working to further one’s own interests.

52. Overstimulation and all things in excess are poisonous to the self, all people must practice moderation and take ample time to rest without thought.

53. One should revel in their culture and traditions.

54. One must never harm a child intentionally or unintentionally.

55. Even though the universe is inherently chaotic and full of conflict, all people must maintain order and cherish peace whenever possible.

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Dream journal: The Repository.

This dream starts in a park.

All of a sudden thousands of bees come out of nowhere, the bees have the ability to manipulate time and space.

Once you are stung you are transported in between realities, unable to escape as every exit becomes an entrance back to where you started.

Eventually I am teleported into another realm.

This realm is dark, the only light is a dim sunlight, like the light coming through cracks in a dark house at dawn.

The realm is occupied by hundreds of people from different places in time, from cavemen to modern humans.

This realm has everything you need, food, drinks, television and video games, and of course company.

But it’s always dark and always ominous, and it feels like something is watching you.

That’s because there is.

As I and multiple others try to escape the realm we run into a creature called the watcher.

The watcher is like a living shadow with glowing red eyes, skinny and tall, long lanky arms and legs; and has the ability to control time and space.

Every time we attempt to make an escape we are confronted by the watcher and transported back to where we started.

I eventually get sick and tired of this revolving door so I manifest a sword in my hand and hunt and kill the watcher.

Once the watcher is dead I have a short window to escape before the watcher resurrects.

I gather as many people as possible, about three dozen, and we search and find an escape, a black hole that looks as if it is filled with distant stars.

As we jump in everything goes black.

All of sudden we are teleported to the real world, in the middle of a busy highway, it’s raining and the cars quickly slide to a stop in every which direction because of the wet roads.

Everyone ushers a sigh of relief, smiles on our faces and laughing ensues.

I then break down and cry tears of joy.

That is when I wake up. -Michael David Ament

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Journaling the Dreamscape.

From now on, in addition to poems and socio-political ramblings, I will be using this blog as a shared dream journal.

I will write down all my dreams, nightmares, and maddening visions here in the best detail I can from what I can remember.

I will inter them in this space as they arise, which will be often, as I am a very vivid and consistent dreamer.

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Weight.

I got needs down to my knees.

I can’t breathe.

You plant the seeds.

My heart bleeds.

Lost in a dream.

The heavens are green.

Above the icy seas.

Nowhere to flee.

Buried beneath.

And the shadow of time consumes the weary bastard.

I crumple like a used napkin.

Wrinkled and stained, smelling of salty tears.

I’ve lost all amity, though I do not fear.

The flames of righteous indignation searing flesh.

To dust and ashes, peering into infinity I rest.

In the reeds I swallow fleas.

I can’t see.

She hearkens my screams.

My skin reeks.

Nightmare tobacco smoke cancer.

The throne is red.

Below the umber earth.

The throat burns.

Buried without worth.

And the shadow of time consumes the weary bastard.

I crumple like a used napkin.

Wrinkled and stained, smelling of salty tears.

I’ve lost all amity, though I do not fear.

The flames of righteous indignation searing flesh.

To dust and ashes, peering into infinity I rest.

Desire till I expire.

I can’t be freed.

I saw the ancient greed.

Conquer the world.

I read too deep.

The fields of gold.

Ransacked and sold.

Fall into irradiated hole.

Buried with all I know.

And the shadow of time consumes the weary bastard.

I crumple like a used napkin.

Wrinkled and stained, smelling of salty tears.

I’ve lost all amity, though I do not fear.

The flames of righteous indignation searing flesh.

To dust and ashes, peering into infinity I rest.

Rest.

Rest.

Rest.

Was it worth the weight? -Michael David Ament

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Winter Sun.

The sun gives a false warmth.

Yet it’s a balm for the eyes.

Can not wait for the seeds to take root.

And the world to spring alive.

I cast a shadow upon colorful petals.

The scent fills mine air.

I relinquish fire to my kettle.

I surrender my heart to lovers fair.

The beauty inherent in every drop of blood.

The tears from the sky come like a flood.

Swallow in it’s perfection.

As I gaze upon my reflection.

Flowing like golden mead.

Spice and sugar, salt and hugr; my soul is a well.

As we sing songs amongst the reeds.

It’s a realm we create; heaven or hell.

Waiting patiently for eternal night to flee.

All things said, all the battles fought.

All the skin shed, all the fates sought.

A toast in Valhalla, I cherish the thought.

Though clash of shields and steel doth rend..

We lay beneath midgard’s soil in the end.

No longer graced by the winter sun. -Michael David Ament

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Germination.

Animate the internal eternal.

Light the path with your source potential.

Walk the golden road; activate the mental.

Create and alleviate; free hand or stencil.

A dozen ravens circle overhead.

Squeeze the monkey; twist and bend.

Transcend your consciousness; molt and blend.

Transformed now; the butterfly mends.

Wings now free, cocoon and seed; picturesque the apocalyptic scene.

Lead me to an early end.

Jesus fucking Christ; I’ve gone off the deep end.

Swimmin’ in blood and shit with a neat grin.

Call me a Welshman cause I eat sin.

You can’t cast me out cause I’ll creep in.

Holy fucking shit I don’t know where to begin.

Guardian demons and shower goblins.

Voices in my head; got a thousand problems.

Shadows in my peripherals; I’m out of pocket.

Madman’s drill in my ocular socket.

If I had a gun; I would of shot it.

Blot out the sun; put it on my docket.

Phlegm in my throat; gotta hock it.

Like a freight train smoking; gotta stop it.

But I’m a sad wizard; no cap.

God keeps my depression on tap.

Mediate between the spirits; I’m that.

Schizophrenic, ecumenic autogenic, pathogenic neurasthenic, authentic genus on the way out dressed in all black.

Buckle up buttercup it’s time to face the facts.

No one can match this bitter seed; I’m the king of cats.

Jesus fucking Christ; I’ve gone off the deep end.

Swimmin’ in blood and shit with a neat grin.

Call me a Welshman cause I eat sin.

You can’t cast me out cause I’ll creep in.

Holy fucking shit I don’t know where to begin.

Animate the internal eternal.

Light the path with your source potential.

Walk the golden road; activate the mental.

Create and alleviate; free hand or stencil.

A dozen ravens circle overhead.

Squeeze the monkey; twist and bend.

Transcend your consciousness; molt and blend.

Transformed now; the butterfly mends.

Wings now free, cocoon and seed; picturesque the apocalyptic scene.

Lead me to an early end.

Mediate between the spirits; I’m that.

Schizophrenic, ecumenic autogenic, pathogenic neurasthenic, authentic genus on the way out dressed in all black.

Transcend your consciousness; molt and blend.

Transformed now; the butterfly mends.

Wings now free, cocoon and seed; picturesque the apocalyptic scene.

Lead me to an early end indeed.

Germinate.

Germinate.

Germinate.

Lead me to an early end indeed.

Don’t fear the unknown; we’re just germinating seeds.

Animate the internal eternal.

Light the path with your source potential.

Walk the golden road; activate the mental.

Create and alleviate; free hand or stencil.

Transcend your consciousness; molt and blend.

Transformed now; the butterfly mends. -Michael David Ament

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Frequency & Fire

Undulate upon the sacred ground.

Moving hips to the indigo sound.

Frequency and fire ringing aloud.

Roots and chromosomes; stoic and proud.

Bleed for love.

Bleed your energy.

An acquired taste.

Sensory synergy.

It all rotates like the earth.

The scene is green, salivate over sour things.

Wash the skin clean.

Power, matter and antimatter; gravity.

Finding peace in the dance of the unseen.

Undulate upon the sacred ground.

Gyrating bones to the amazonite sound.

Instinct and wind blowing abound.

Ancient souls and meditation bowls; spinning the heart around.

Bleed for love.

Bleed your energy.

An acquired taste.

Sensory synergy.

It moves the tides like the moon.

The scene is green, salivate over sour things.

Wash the skin clean.

Power, matter and antimatter; gravity.

Finding peace in the dance of the unseen.

Bleed for love.

Bleed your energy.

An acquired taste.

Sensory synergy.

Frequency and fire ringing aloud.

Roots and chromosomes; stoic and proud.

Bleed for love.

Bleed your energy.

An acquired taste.

Sensory synergy.

Instinct and wind blowing abound.

Ancient souls and meditation bowls; spinning the heart around.

Undulating upon the sacred ground. -Michael David Ament

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Need.

Need.

My need is worming it’s way inside.

In the octogram I confide.

My muscle tissue is crawling with petulant desire; no place to hide.

Eyes burning with tears as I; open my hardened heart wide.

Oh God I know, I feel stupid; I feel like a sellout now.

Human; but chiseled from stone.

Human; don’t leave me alone.

Worried that I don’t really know.

Carrying a heavy load.

I need help; I need restitution.

Need.

My need is worming it’s way inside.

In the octogram I confide.

Trying to see clearly; swallowed by the cascading shadows.

Pores brimming with liquid mercury.

The gold only glitters so bright.

Human; but chiseled from stone.

Human; don’t leave me alone.

Worried that I don’t really know.

Carrying a heavy load.

I need help; I need restitution.

Need.

My need is worming it’s way inside.

In the octogram I confide.

My cancer is growing; my time is growing short.

I want to feel coins upon my fingertips; I want to feel soft skin beneath my nail beds.

Shallow as it may seem, and sometimes; I’m as shallow as they come.

My blood pumps to sow the seed.

I’ll leave a bloody mess before I’m done.

Human; but chiseled from stone.

Human; don’t leave me alone.

Worried that I don’t really know.

Carrying a heavy load.

I need help; I need restitution.

Oh God I know, I feel stupid; I feel like a sellout now.

The gold only glitters so bright.

I’ll leave a bloody mess before I’m done.

Need.

Need.

Need.

Need.

Need!

I need help; I need restitution! -Michael David Ament

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