~Omega-Prince
Ryan Meti
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The connection I see when I break from this dream; Splitting the clear curtain of reality The waves that I feel, under the masks of our birth, Is the pulse of an organism referred to as Earth
The shift I can sense in everyone's eye Is simply affirming the timing is nigh; If you look past your flesh; a corpse that can die You’ll discover a strength, not bound by a sky
A transition’s amiss, you’ve felt it as well Perhaps in a secret suffused by the air We must break from our senses, free from our spell Vibrate bodyless, str
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Cosmic Canvas* It took only a splinter of time, but when my eyes closed I began to realize what I am made of. How I live and use this body. How I’m not a solid whole; but infinite hollow metamorphic ones. The energy...My energy, radiates around me stretching particles from my shoulders. Spacing it throughout the room, becoming air; rather everything. I saw Myself inside my human suit- I saw Myself smile. Happy to be free in a conscious mind.Cosmic Canvas
So Rare.
I spoke to My ears; planting memories, facts. I realized the brain doesn’t think; rather allows Me t
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God has shattered, bring us... God has shattered, bring us glueGod has shattered, bring us...
I have broken the porcelain face; the god, of humans, of man. I have broken the porcelain trace; of monkeys who learned to stand.
I have used the hammer of fear; implanting the insects inside of your ear.
I abuse the hammer to feel, Shattering bones before I would kneel.
I will call home the darkest of holes; Embrace what lies in the deep. When the cold gate I find and proper's the time; the unleashed will conquer but me
Even in time, if proven I
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The sun shone through the massive windows in the dining room, adding a gentle glow to the heartwood of old-growth Cypress logs that made up the wooden home. On mornings like this, it was hard to find the will to get up and go about your things. One could sit for hours watching the tiny field mice run around on the thick snow, popping in and out of their small holes whenever they sensed danger. Or the red squirrels, jumping from branch to branch like monkeys in the rain forest. You could get lost in time, just gazing out at the never ending horizon of tree tops; and if you were up early enough for the fog that cam
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- Current Residence: Montreal
- Interests: Writing, Politics, Nature
- Favourite movie: Beetlejuice
- Favourite genre of music: all
- Favourite artist: Mark Ryden, Salvador Dali,
- Favourite poet or writer: Chuck Palahniuk, Ken Kesey, Roald Dahl
- Favourite cartoon character: Maleficent
- MSN: ryanmeti@hotmail.com
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