ChaseNine posted:

THE FREE COLLAPSE II

Extension.
Modification.
Modified, though outgrown.
Outgrown, maybe forgotten.
The security controls have all but cracked,
The sky is open and we are all intact.
Spirits wander, the trees still sway
The timing is perilous, the toxin is sweet decay
If you should choose to listen,
Those watching will not realize.
Entities begin to resurrect,
Encroaching returns that begin to materialize.

This war has all but halted.
Bloodshed and allies, birthing and torching..
Distant rupture in the air, crazed in smell
Ebbing and flowing and tossing and jolting,
Those inside don't want to know
Then with fear they pick and show
The first reaction that will glow with fate:
The failure is not within the puzzle,
But the protocol recieved,
The bullet in the muzzle...
This murder was expertly conceived.

And in the end, all concern was lost
The great ones' astray, they're taken or caught,
Old sparks were thrown into the dark.
Deep hollow places, stuck to rot.
The same can't be said for the golden city,
Majestic from core to control
A place for prayers to bestow.
Extend myself, look for something new,
Modify my answers. Modify and pursue.
My questions humble and in dire need,
I'll pray the chaos will end indeed.

ChaseNine posted:

Stabilize

When the once and the were converge,
And all in one you are left all alone,
I make sure you notice me
I make certain the parts are ready.
Then spend the time to reflect
Rejoin the powers, the connection
That falls apart when I can't feel for you anymore
Destruction so beautiful it progresses the digression
I stare into your eyes,
No words are spoken.
And its a makeshift skyride, the joyride we always knew
Together, you and I, straight and through, awake and alive,
The natural home impressed given powered fluidity and sacred moment,
Sacred..
This intensity boils down and fills me up,
Your sweat and tears pouring out from my brain,
The connection still clean, still whole
Looks like everything is ready. Time for a promise
A wide-open no-regrets kind of moment,
When you put your hand in mind,
Promise is made.

When the salt finally begins raining,
A cracking desert mothersound, a bleak yet undertone sonicboom
I see the gray begin to fall.
Smoltering dethroned dreadful sky,
The times have changed, your heart grows smaller,
Uncared for, dumb arguments, the what and the where
Become the toddler whose lost his parent
Finally I see your green eyes turn blue...
And I see the anger-ego, aura of lying and empty trust,
Sewer drain for all the what-if's and could have beens,
Making me question the stars, the alignment of the sky
One more question about where is this planet
Where is my head
With no more lucidity; no more caress
The foot is stomped
And I know now what holds itself in the end for this.
I know now how long it's been,
I lie awake in a sleep-driven thought, a proven guilt
A proven skeptical momentary period where I wish for your hold,
Wish for the same perfect skin touching mine,
No attempt at putting shame or guilt or blame,
Falling in that disposition was welcoming without words,
Welcoming with warm willful wonders and wishful wanderings,
Then I feel the connection break.

...find yourself man...........
...stabilize...........
...rebuild my heart, tears for stitches
Metallic hardened wire for aorta
Sheets of steel for ventricles.
I bleed oil now. No longer nice-guy,
No more giving or blessing or staples.
Welcomed to the broken abandoned industrial plant..
Welcome to the way it's going to be.

Re-establish this connection.
The pretense is completely done,
You're no good,
All I can think is 'stay away from me'
When all I want is to hold you..
I remember the beginning like it was yesterday,
The back of my hand imprinted into my mind,
Sight and sound all reflective and bittersweet,
Crying and laughter are one,
Pain without love an impossibility,
And I make believe I am no longer alone,
Then I open my eyes one more time.
One more time.
Those memories are fading now,
I find myself on the floor
Everybody is no longer the same
I eternally will remember you're name
I see it in my thoughts
I drain it from my days
The truth is, all has turned to white.
No more colorful exchange, nobody else reminds me of you
The salt isn't a big deal.
Just recall my words, the ways you can change anything
The times in our cars, on the mountainside, in all so many cities,
All the words passed along, all the passion and sentiment
Take those things, as my last gift.
I'll find a way in this boring life drift..
Chill out.
Or find yourself damned and hung out high,
Boil the previous away and time the new strategy
Listen to the timing, the fours and fives welcome intricacy
The eights and nines proclaim justice.
I want to see no more tears
Only fire, only purity and submergence.
Longevity to sustain and relive:
..balance, come on....
..settle down engine....
Stabilize.