Poem-Truths of the Hardcore Muse

                                    The Truths of the Hard Core Muse



Great viscous rivers of slow synaptic sludge course through the decaying cells
Of an endless tactile loss
Apathy descends with the force of a ripping death into the gray matters of
Fantasies and phantasms
Its focus swelling with morbid fascination as the full scope of creation turns
Beyond the myopic limits of eyes

The belief in the eternal name grinds dust into a fevered, bitter, silence
Prone before the cold, pale, throne of Time
And to what lust? Dust
Ashes choking long in the mouths of lucidity and understanding
The severity of emotional acumen blinded by the growing threat
Of a glowing transcendence
Running naked through the world-Raw-As hope makes its escape

Fear the coming onslaught of perceived truths
Fear the permutations of the Divine institution
Causality is reaping the whirlwind of a screaming blind endeavor
As madness bleeds out through the cracks in Shangri-La
What dim fate awaits the hanged man?
Left swinging in the mists, alone, between worlds
The curiosity of perdition holding sway as caustic transgressions
Tangle the iron threads of fate

Now, the signals distort in fading geometric regression
Echoed in the electronic dreams of purest light
Compressed realities coalescing in a firestorm of desolate mornings
Hate and perpetual loss creating vast waves of desperation
That crash to earth shattering the resolve of the great collective will
Rage rising to manifest chaos
Violence born in the shadows of fetid streets

Now, the repercussions of philosophic rigidity sits begging on every failing doorstep
Like the ragged dogs of a different, bleak, eternity
As the whores of a gleaming new Babylon preen, sacrosanct on the
Silver screen
No industrial processed panacea dare seal the mortal wound of arrogance
No hollow words of feigned sincerity dare reach out across the frozen void
To inspire our sinking soul

The endless, bare, benevolence of this infant infinity rings out with a crystalline melody
Of profound perfection
It sings through every simple atom everywhere in the beautiful, boundless, cosmos
Its tone and timbre birthing absolution in hermetic souls bound together by truth
Its strength displayed in its grand and grateful absence
Its conviction Absolute 

But here, Now, I fear that it falls on deafened ears.