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Nine

 

 

 

Three AM it be,
Solar flare of a deed in snared, tangled in my rite, set it rite.

Indeed this reaps the seed in its seed of seeds. rhyme times rhyme

three times three is three that of the divine in me.

heart to heart
blood to blood
soul to soul
mindless of mind

sight for sight
tonight is the night
red is red
good is bad
bad is good

dark is light
light is dark

dark to night, night to light as is
light to night as dark tonight
sealed in my rite this time tonite.

The rhyme in abolition of time,
reapers of crime appalled by this celestial rhyme.

In infinities time
Is this in mine and is mine thine own time.

Luscious to the taste as that of wine
Lost in the drunken rhyme subdued and persuaded.
sublime is mine own time.
Mind the fine sign from my illusion of my own divine.

tonight, tonight, tonight I set my rite this divine rite;
I walk and talk as the shattered stare ensnared inside this carnival of life's jealous fares.

render this from mine own sender;
Bender the blender, wither and wilt.
The mixture of words, paid less due to thine time
rhyme this in time will be then that of this same time.

plight is a mindless sight.

rite to rite
heart to heard
mind to mind
soul to soul
blood to blood
creed to creed
seed for seed

written upon the hour glass of fading time.

The cold belate rate fate;
The seedless deeds indeed.
Silence and speed;
Minions of Dominions are slow to read.
Flowers to feed,
So gracious the deed.
A creed I swore to be in me thine will I be.

To thee I am in thee for it is thee they read my own time is this rhyme.

splendor is this feast of my beast.
It is not rite for the ones without rite site.
To claim my right or my night naught is they;
Willed to be for in thine on Rede is my life is to be.
The bite of the beast indeed.

The Planted Seed,
The reapers decree,
A creed is now and will always blessings upon me.

Blessed are we who read and weep for the innocent of innocence.

Sentence to sentence;
Word for Word;
Blurb to Blurb.

Nine is this time to Rhyme;
In this End,
I show the way and Won I am,
Won I have,
The rede of be what is me, my own rhyme is thine in deed.

Sealed in this decree;
My Fate to be
A Deed in Deed.

So Mote it Be as it is to be;
Blessed Be.



Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus

 

 

 

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Posted by Sebastciaun on Friday, February 29, 2008 4:40 AM
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Capacity

The capacity is that which we all retain.  The capacity to learn, to feel, to educate, to be educated, to be loved, to die, to win, to lose.  We all have the capacity, to what measure it is I ask does thy limitless capacity retain?

Is it that there is a limit upon all limits and the necessity for definition that refines and defines the definition of capacity?  Can thou limit thyself another decree so thou can not understand another Ones capacity?

Is it that through the capacitance of all things that there is solidity or is it that the capacity of everyone is what limits the capacitance of the evolution?  If everyone were to break the limits of possibility and define new ways to define themselves as limitless and boundless by the creation of what they are;  Would it be that then I would be enlightened?

Am I not thou equal that everyone must speak of me as thine own mind is not of capacitance of thy understanding for thou has read a "Divine" book?  My capacitance is limited but thou is above me greatly so then I adhere your word so , enlighten me dear One what is it that you can write to make my capacitance for understanding equal to thou understanding?

I seek thou heart and soul and thy great mind that thou must have that I am not so enlightened so I plea, I beg for you to teach me these great divine ways that are so graciously harped upon by these ones?  Mere references to enlightenment!  But thou must understand can you explain it to me in thou own way or is it that you quote this understanding of the capacity that another mind held?

What is it? Can thou please plea to me, I beg of you for your enlightenment not that of which has already been defined but the capacity and the limitless nature of the mind that you so carry and so eloquently speak of.  I am here now, So please it is my last and direst request O great ones paraphrase the enlightenment that these Ones have Capacity for I beg of you this last Time.

I am forever to never retain a limited capacity for in capacity there is still a limit and defined illusion for I go further and seek the nature as If i were fluid or retained elements such as the air or fire.  I am truly now boundless by my very decree and an essence with nature as so it were to be.  I am that which capacity will never define.  I am me.

 

 

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Posted by Sebastciaun on Thursday, February 28, 2008 8:02 PM
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The Lovers Candle Wilted Kiss

 

 

 

 

Believe in love, Do you believe that after it's all said and done that the tomorrow's naught of morrows bliss will bring the candle withered life of a lovers kiss.

 When the lips are dry and the heart beats naught again.  The candle lit flame of lovers lust will beat upon the door to spark  the candled lovers lust.

The death of passionate romantics is the ignorance feasted upon the soul of plenty.  To never let the lust for a desire of the wilted candles bliss is all that a lovers kiss will leave amiss.  

Tomorrow is full of dawns to dusks;
Yesterday is full of pain stricken pro's and cons.

Today is the moment that my lovers kiss blows inside the door to sweep your soul.
I carry you beyond that of the dawns and dusks of the  weary pit of a liars fire.

Inside my heart beats the resonant passion to aflame your heart with flaming romantic passion for the wilted candle lovers bliss.  

To some things seem a bit amiss and under the fog.  Take my words and adhere that this Lovers kiss will never miss and I send this in my  lust of love for the sake of withered life to blow you a lovers kiss.

The wind will carry through the times and space of the rain upon the door will not wash away this wilted Lovers kiss.  

Eternal are my kisses as so are my pleas and passion for Love of my passionate spark to ignite a Fire of another passionate kiss.

Forsaken myself for all it's life's sake was to be. Tis not the matter to me.  Tis the faith in my own candle withered mess; I mystify myself with the hope for the day that my wilted lovers passionate kiss.

Shall beat as one as I am to be in this candle lit flame of my restless mess.

My lovers lust is always;
I blow eternity a kiss from my mystical tips of tasteless lips;
To the eternal Love of my candle wilted bliss.

 

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Posted by Sebastciaun on Thursday, February 28, 2008 6:21 PM
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The Restless Mess

Illusions of the depth of sanity
the reason for my insanity.
pleas of a wilted lovers dream
allusions of radiance of a time to return to right my mistake.


to give and receive in my lovers quarrel,
to plea and beg with insanity and a sane mans curse.
the gift  to give and be loved but to never taste the lips of the passion of romance.

the mystical feeling of emptiness for the desire of the fiery passion my lips so desire.  To ignite my soul and set my heart afire in this twisted game of life to break the illusion and never care for what is might and will be.  The only dream, the only vision, the only care is my romantic mysticism for a taste of passions tasteless lips that beam my inner heart as a child I seek and play.

Tattered and tainted mistakes paint my past that led me to my place of my desolate peace.  Inside this cadence of joy I rest my soul for moments to come awaiting the taste to passion to spark the flame withered and dripped in my hearts lust for the kiss that paints my pretense for the passion itself.

A lovers mistrust was not to blame for i am to blame for in ignorance the idiots to blame, and no one holds a flame to the mistakes of a broken heart of mine and the ones left in the insolent path.  Awaken to the right broken to the dreams that collide and make me one.  Always wishing and willing the things that will never be is just for one more taste that once so held my passion and still gives me the dream and vision to carry on even though its a hopeless plea.

To shoot in the dark, to have faith in light, to walk with my own inner sight.  This will never compare to the ignition of my withered past and wilted love of a life that has laid broken but from the one point forever changes.  I not regret the tasteless tips of the roses thorn but remain thankful.  To dream for tomorrows touch where bliss will blow through my door for the only lover I will ever dream and hope to kiss.  The kiss that forever I wait, The kiss forever I will never see, the kiss that sends an cry of resonance.

A resonance not of hate or anger, but a wilted plea of broken mistakes asking and begging forgiveness. To remain in this place of awakening, but can never measure to the moment I seek if only for a moments taste.  Would be the eternity of a place I will ever seek.  To forget the feeling, to forget the happiness, to forget my tears would do no justice to the Love I feel.  The patience of endless rants about a mans broken past and the never forsaken realness of a wilted lovers kiss.

The breath of silence sweeps my soul and carries my heart to die with this peace, and end it with joy and words is the only beginning I will know.  To bide my time is all that's left in my lovers rhyme.  Forever mended but forever apart in this breathless passion of a desire for the breathless;  a tasteful kiss of my loveless taste of the passing lovers restless mess.

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Posted by Sebastciaun on Thursday, February 28, 2008 2:00 AM
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Sebastciauns Plea for A Warriors Creed

Obedience of my lenience is the radiant rendition of the crescent moon's smile upon my face.  Luscious taste of lucrative thought culminate my culprit of clairvoyant rendition.

Super imposing idealistic natures and fanatical whimsical annotations of misconception.  An error invalid of all systems hoisted upon a hierarchy of fallacy that is this system that so eloquently thrives to conform my process.

The nature of the reaction will chain the change rippling forth through the fabric of time, space and predominance of lesser reckoning.  The illusory companion that is reluctant mechanisms making argument for the sake of forsaking the forsaken.

Concepts to not live by inherently are not the aim to please by the conformity of what cannot be conformed a reality of realization that not only fuels the fiery passion of desire and romantic mysticism.  The myth of the legend a reason for the creation of a once troubled boy's broken vision is now the dream that is true as it was the day it was set forth.

The naked truth that truth and extra-imposed amendments of systematic procession of intellect is a transmitter blocking the very evolution of the earth I see forth beneath my feet.

Watching and wishing the seeds to grow as I see a self fulfilled prophecy and illusion being broken as a blood stained martyrs path laid it forth with ignorant misinterpreted preachings of malicious greed.

The envy and jealousy of what beings could not will themselves to be thrived them to feed and fuel the energy of a great man for centuries and now has led an upheaval of pain and love intertwined with reality and illusion.  The tips of truth and the lips of seclusion are the savory taste of my soulless presence.

To never hear the beat for myself but give and never get back is all it would take if I were to know for the beat to continue as so it should.  Seeds do grow and flowers do wilt with time.  The ideals and words of masters remain in our minds and hearts forever.

Teaching us if we know forever to listen.  Not as much as to what they say but as to how they make us feel.  The radiance and aptitude of Love is the resonant factor and the essence of Love that is the common denominator of all great masters.

For it is not power that so boldly placed the position it was the call of greatness in the time of desperate calling.  The wind of pain and the cries of innocence bore a child to a man for not his sake but for the ones who couldn't fight for the sake of their own kind.

Love is the reason for the apparition of the creation that will forever mend and bend always defying the bound nature of the mind, soul and heart forever.

A limitless lucidity that time knows not of.  This is the boundless nature of freedom, capacity, love and resonance beyond that of which is to come.  The reason for the Intricate web of a Warriors Creed.

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Posted by Sebastciaun on Wednesday, February 27, 2008 11:39 PM
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Reflections

Reflections


The definition of the refraction of light remain a reflection of a troubled soul searching the paths of light and release. Inside a mirror of false illusion and tyranny of control. A refracted truth that reflects the inner sight of my minds plight.

The souls increase of sense, smell, taste and love reflect the outer vision of my minds intuition for the things I manifest into my world. Effervescent and essential love is all that remains a blood stained curse giving life and death to the being of my innate desires of passion and lust.

The destruction of truth and destruction of lies is the construction of the reality of insurrection. Time ever stained with the blood of martyrs and innocence. The ignorant beings of desolate taste are the reflections of a revolution into which the debt of sin is paid in full.

The cycle of life continues as my loveless grin inside the mirror remains destitution and an absent minded creation of nothing. The very nature of my beast is to breathe life to myself hoisting the veils of truth through the fractures of my heart and soul that remind me to never dwell in that desolate place.

A loveless thought at the ruins cost. Wars and plagues of the world taint my heart as I seek what is real and what is concealed. Inside I break as the tears of tyranny I cry, never ending, always believing. The sight of trust through validity of ones reflection remains the dust filled escape from the fog of war. The control of insolent promises of a better future remains a word that is not action. To put the sword away and speak the love and change is the figment of light that remains my nights soulless delight.

Inside my heart in its entirety with all of its might. Spreading what its heard for centuries a fractured and broken dream with visions of a better tomorrow that ceases to exist and never come. The spattered hate and the complete fate of my destinies will be a stake I drive in myself uttering the words of Love and Beyond.

To die in this hate, To die in this Love. To not have something and ever caress this broken heart with a non-linear existence to coincide with my own illusion painted upon my canvas of this life. At the end I see my masterpiece One of creation and destruction in hopes that this fractured reflection of what is, was and always will be, mine and mine alone. the Refraction of my life the reflection of my strive. The darkest heart with the light of the night stumbling to death wielding words to this worlds death in sight.

For ever we are, Forever we remain existing in a never ending boundless emotion of awaited reflections.

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Posted by Sebastciaun on Tuesday, February 26, 2008 2:44 AM
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Sin

Sin

The ambiguity of the word sin, meant every nature of the beast within. How better to target the world than such a word as sin.  Everything we are, Everything we were, Everything that is; Meant to be is in this word Sin.

How can we as a people accept that there is this word. When in this word everything is attached with this word; To deny Ones self is to deny the word. The denial of this word as its own context would be the only justice if anyone wanted to serve any form of justice.

Sin, Sin, Sin, what in the world would it be if this world were not built upon three tiny letters, take a step back, now move forward dive within and find this place where we all retain such more than feelings, thoughts and emotions.

Inside is the Nature of our own beast; a lovers feast.  A twin souls reef is the reef that will be upon my door at deaths hour.  To wait and shine until it is time for me to atone the nature of my beast within that has caused me to sin; Choice of mine it was; To deny myself and deny who I am would be a greater sin than a word I choose not to define. Sublime in all this time to come and say there is not such a word, but a mere manufactured lie than it be no worse to say that I believe in nothing, rather than condone a word that means less that nothing.

For in this value of nothing I retain the pieces of my fractured life in the void of sin for my heart to begin and my soul to end.

Rendered conscious by a hole in the worlds war of this perverted religion this sin is the biggest sin that I know of; To lay down the differences, the words, the manuals that only carry instruction.

Which I know not a greater reason to rise up and do what is right, and stop the wars run on such a word as "sin".

Holy wars rage for the rites of a superior God.  At most I can say if there God is so superior then save the children, save all the animals, and atlas stop killing yourselves for the sake of humanity is at hand.  Where is your God in the times of this, Will he not show you truth?

or is it that you forget that you are not talking to no more than a God than a stupid obsession with your own deceit and the lies of fallacy your faith has led you to.

In the name you choose to fight your war and rage the Murder upon the nations whatever name and label your God has I can tell you that no matter your creed, race or religion that name will come to bite you back when your life is gone and you meet the one who pays it all back when it fades to black.

I am my own God, I choose to fight my own wars and not attach a God's name to any of my misdeeds for that is not him who told me, but I who told them to do what I felt is right, so in the end only I can be held accountable. What right is it to Use the mans name you so righteously fight when you have never had a vision in the night?

Man made fears are the reason for your ill seated peers.

The jealousy of the heart and the awakening of the dead will be the reckoning for those whom you have so greatly hindered in mind and spirit there is this time where you will feel the hurt of the minds, hearts and souls that cry out to you at night. The Ones you can not hear now but give it time and you'll find in time that will be all you hear.

There is no right, there is no wrong;  There is this moment.

Let's live in this forever and ever.

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Posted by Sebastciaun on Sunday, February 24, 2008 10:23 PM
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I Will Never Know

I will never know what it's like to feel your pain for I see you have none.  I will never know what it's like to ignore me because I embrace myself.  I will never know what its like to dig in my heart and break my soul for that is done by me alone but not by my own.

Inside my head is a vision of happiness and joy inside a peaceful place to call home.  Inside my heart there is one that will always remain but this is the reason I have become insane.  There is no joy uttered from my tasteful lips.  There is no happiness radiating from my soul.  There is no love to be given from my empty life.

Inside my garden of hate I have become insolent to my own desires.  I have become passionate for another of the same resembling your face which makes for a simple disgrace.  I am not complete and I will never be without you in the destiny of my fate.

Ages and Centuries go by but my love never returns to my side, my heart and my place, seek and go I reach the depths of hell to make peace with my sword and love with my words.  To no avail I find and fall to hell for a simple grace of this luscious life made of my own illusion of what it is to be in Hell.

I am no longer a man or anything that is human.  My soul has changed my heart is not the same.  My love is too in vain for a person of this world to accept and have in thy game.  My love this is not a game, for I have jumped throughout the times to find you and steal your pain.  My love will never let me succeed because of ego's evil grain.

Salt in the sea as evil is as to your heart.  My stubborn ways of saving you has left me desolate in my own life throughout what is nothing but a blood stained life.  I can't feel my heart beat, I can't even see my tears.  I can't even have emotion. Everything is broken and nothing remains inside my life all for you to lay at my side.

Inside this where this rhyme decides to subside and end in this stupid sentence of insolent rhyme.  In time the one will come to know that I Love you and that I messed up the greatest rhyme inside this poem that I will never know all for you and you read it and don't even weep.  Don't even care does your heart even beat? Does your love even seek? Does your mind even think?

For it is in me to never know


Love,

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Posted by Sebastciaun on Saturday, February 23, 2008 4:29 PM
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