The Ashes of the Unholy Divine Vol. 3

Loon
By Oliver Twisted



There was a parade
        a snapshot
the circus cacophony 

Cabaret.

   the erratic man.

Before I noticed,
The parade was on again
Everyone wore a mask
Captain Spaulding was there, 
and then seen at the beach 
drawing the Mendes 
                 Goat in the sand.

Complicated skies lay just up above.
Tell all your dreams to the erratic man.
 
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Old Friend
By Oliver Twisted
 An old friend

Who grew bitter and old at a young age

The same age where he grew into a frantic

chain smoker.

The same age where the fool and impatient one gobbled up the 

mushroom cloud

and was punished with deep, overwhelming horrors. feelings of death.

Around the room he ballroom danced with her forged memory

She whispered to him, emphatically, about the promises of utopia 

at the end of the ride

An old friend

Like an old guitar, resonated old notes of woe and sorrow

An old friend

who visited, with me, on a high throne, on high horses to 

supermarkets

Waving our arms and raising our tones to the rest of humanity to 

move!

Where have you drifted off to wayfarer?

Wandering toad.

Illuminate inside your cave

Fester.

Bleed out yer gut to remove the hazardous toxins

Ay! old friend of yesteryear,

Your runnin' scared up that hill, causing yourself a

Madhatters' laugh

We will probably cross paths, a nod or just passing through?

A deep rooted cat scratch on your brain again

ole friend.

And of course I now know if I gave you enough

rope you'd hang me,

And of course we'd all know if you had enough

rope you'd hang there unsuccessfully.

An old friend who had split hemispheres,

who

had

abandoned

the ritual of brotherhood.

We'll meet again old friend, I don't know when

May it be some sunny day.


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The Transfiguration of 3 Holy Haikus
By Oliver Twisted
Life is a cold shower
     *
Death, a warm bath
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Write down dreams while you can


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While the media distracts you
Remove from your comfort zone
Your pretty little head, dance softly


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The degeneration of social skills
People. Parties. Interaction
Someone yells, "there's a turd in the punch bowl!"
 
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the avenues trivial
By Oliver Twisted
 "God is hidden
                     And not for picture postcards." - Elise Cowen  

If it is suchness they will say, then it must be,  
"one poem a day keeps the white jackets away."     

The spiders design           
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Facets of imagination, a Celebration of the Continuum sums up the white coat theory                  
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 Our design begets the imagination which signals the dream t.v. eyes blank face                            
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In pure knowing the glowing æther, of substance heavy
The ants examined are mechanical go-getters
Minuscule grandeur of falsehood                     
        
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The spiders design           

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in the era
By Oliver Twisted
                                                          Lyrics Written By
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                                                          Justin Scott Lujan

We are living in the era/ of terra filled/ era of the killed/ the time of the God particle/ universe of dark matter/ reverberating sounds of string theory/ i am stepping up/ just so you can hear me/ hear me bleed/ hear them plead/ my brother/ open arms to the artillery power/ showers of blood from the weak/ the bruised of the poor/ sopping up the ole libraries/ making room for the newly built stone penitentiary/ hear me sing/ hear the goat bleat/ universal cave in/ brain dead/ the lost texts of the bible said/ transcendence and that the Kingdom is in us/ our souls are starved/ our nights are lost/ among the ghosts who harbor in the graves/ in the name of hail cult of Mary/ eyes scary/*
* recording found on soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/scott-lujan/in-the-era