Category Archives: ternary thoughts

trivium technicalities

ternary thoughts, tragic symmetry

Motor cortex soliloquy’s

What if there couldn’t be any rational properties to perception,
Could it use something to quantify eternity in a mind,
Should it ever end or be free in high speed relativity,

Forfeiting distances over transference of psychic matter,
The sickness reaffirms concerns over the mind sustained in losses,
For a throne made of light & mirrors processed in halls of smoke,

Robed in black night speckled by the scars of purpose,
Crowned in a mirage with the shards of reflections shattered,
With no satellite to reassert the immunity of independence,

The mind collects peace beneath the experiences solved,
Wherever rest could appeal to give up its critical resolve,
Infinite in specificity to follow the unknown through darkness,

From which it flushes all care’s cherished to fatigue,
Or to conclude what the light has done to yesterdays crises,
Conflicted by compromise within corrosive disarray,

Discernment of reality explores the limits displayed,
As per a personal directive to fathom introspective puzzles,
Leading further into the light at the end of the tunnel,

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pointless, ternary thoughts

Human augmented planet

Winged gargoyles or gollum’s penthoused,
Through black concentric poisons flowing free,
A sprawling cityscape ignites as the dusk breaks into night,

Synchronized to the wearer’s mood or ability,
Rearranged as order to the dominant lobe,
Transpires the way out of left behind’s for more,

Precisely augmenting every aspect of perception,
To combine the senses from something in the present,
A glass filled sand derwish growing within momentum constructed,

All in the versatility of derivative experience,
Towards shaping things in its right place, all in due space,
Immunofluorescent strictures constrict its vessels,

Out of a reason to believe in the soul’s introspection,
And surviving the torrents of reality leeching through the present,
It takes a lot from meaning to require nothing in its entirety .

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rogue rhymes, ternary thoughts

Delusional interventions

Present past & future all in perceptive disarray,
Why choose which stream would save the day,
When acceptance reaches beyond time & space.,

Through an arc of conduction that should suffice reality,
Depending on what it takes to assume its insanity,
From resources of comfortable concoctions to use,

Where few instances could access the supports involved,
Even fewer still, could actually use it to revitalize importance,
The variable being any truth to confuse,

As the fuel that provides life to the engine inside,
Energy’s aligned bordering along centers of gravity confined,
Gathering validity through a paradoxical dynamic,

In every charge generated when the choicest of elements coincide,
With requirements to complete its variables of equilibrium,
Or live beyond the dream in disbelief,,

Waiting in lines for the tumbles to click in place,
As an inferior plan to suffice the disarray in quality or taste,
To fade protocol as it gives way to a dead end pace,

Against greatest, amazing, awe inspiring somethings,
Compared to whatever led to comprehending the difference,
Its highest accomplishment within it all being bewilderment.,

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ternary thoughts

Trial by fire and error

Its funny when you stop looking for fear to control,
Doubts to see through, or a fantasy to behold,
Life just looses all flavour in ways never felt before,

Projections raised neath forever setting horizons,
Stay awake and taunt away at scars prodded back open,
As progress redefined fails to understand paths passed over,

Paths surrounding an organism from birth to the last breath,
Paths leading into the calm of the night to lay our heads to rest,
Why find eternal sunshine is beyond this mortal quest,

Perfecting a definite reflection for the reasons why it exists,
Tolerant turbulence in compromise cancelling directive,
Conquering itself within a common purpose,

They say our logic screams intelligence,
I say, they’re pointing at the sun thinking it goes around,
I bet, the ape’s have a similar theory to blinding lights or human sounds,

Environmental chemistry aligned in a skeptic nihilist,
Surfing through life in a dissolution of other versions of it,
A storm raging alone, burning up momentum in metaphors,

Gaining vices from curiosity gently aimed skyward as it flows,
When roots begin to grow from where it feeds for support,
The branches of ethos extend into domesticating will power,

Focused on information to soothe its discomfort,
At the lack of a bigger wilderness to depend on,
Into the reflection of life & the current state of mind we go.,

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Floating high on anti matter

At the edge of zeroing in on event horizon,
Life sheds its defenses and opts to engage with extreme prejudice,
The waves crashing through the senses takes back more than it gave,

As confusion advances to conform the empty daze,
Recruiting observation as it breaks the positional pursuit of awareness,
For when all else fails, survival prevails,

And the realms of change pass through unphased,
Land , sea & sky collide in a maze to balance the chaos out of perception,
Magnifying flaws in the finite dimension,

Ironically , It starts to feel alive ,
In acceptance of an absolute lie,
& then conviction fails to let go,
Of the infinite potential of its soul,

And perception seems to adhere,
As it transforms all things & disappear,
In the background where it belongs,
Yearning , hoping & holding on,

In a system flushed of cyclic dreams,
Inversed out of practice what u preach,
And lessons not learnt out of disbelief,
Anaesthetized and conscious inside,

Awake to cherish every slice along the ride,
Someone hit rewind, recap to avert this disaster unfolding,
Its wings from deep within its helplessness,

Just wipe the blame, negate the water flowing out the brim,
Molten metal volume in the furnace occupies more than the solidified casting,
It’s probably part & parcel of the whole dark matter inside processing,

After all the stones have been turned over,
It stops all comprehension to readjust its supportive framework,
Returning what it knows for what it wants from the universe,

What seems like sacrifice, is only worked out in time’s passing by,
Practice to perfect the forces of symbiotic resistance,
To fixate on deceptions of a parasitic perception,

For Quality control & check’s pointed at a neogenesis,
Of neural support gained without prejudice,
To efficiently embrace , compose flutter’s in uncontrollable grace,

At the never ending possibility of ever letting go,
And only the best projections surfacing from deep beneath the core,
A black hole of depth perception seems less hostile than our goals for a finite cocoon of our own.

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