The Blackest Jester
11:11 AM - Dec 21, 2563
None of us can choose our destiny, Merlin.
And none of us can escape it. The love between Sorcerers was found in the shadows of history, and the fate of mankind;
rested with the just and powerful.
What Sets Us Apart
Splicker splendor; will yhouw ever enter.
Does the rye in those eyes wicca or wella?
Where does thy dark soul of night ryde?
What is it that ye seekth in this sacred keept?
Have you cleft those zools beehindth in ye mind?
Or do they flower in the grave; as you misbeehiveh?
Förth frōm thė dēåd düst råttliñg bönės tō bönës;
thē shivriñg clåy brëåthës; & milk & blöōd; rïverzen rüsh;
ēchös; unåblēed to drēåm ...
Twas this the empty pages; spark of ages
Of my souls rest; that waited in dark
That warp time in due rum & rhymn
The Invisible worlds that evil can’t find
& ofthe true technics in nature that web nets
Sending them down into the deep steps
The wake of myn’th own wild paradigma
I lay my cards down
set out to free our minds
with hooks from the algorithms of time
To scream glory in your felt
At your heels without face
So all the seven seas
Bring me to my knees
All love lost forever
The Blackest Jester
& one day I will spit my lines in lime and blade
to the ends of flesh and bones across all they have sown
Never choosing now to save them
Where our rhymes will meet
This step in meter
The grin readers ol’ spella!
This alchemical prose
That minds of the streets spoke
To invoke the holy ghosts
As patterns of technics prophets wrote.
Do you whisper to this screen
& see all the layers of meaning?
See those numbers
That speakh to all your being?
Writing codes held in time
Those Echos of all your rhymes.
Why does the love that I make
Turn into rage against deep state
Why do my bones turn fire into fate
What is the type turning in tech
Dropping like blades from slaves to fakes
Into all yhurw’re house of corporate make
And drink to time; free of crime
In signs of kind; echo’d in twine
Fathers & mothers of mine
To be back in black;
no looking sad.
The burden echos in you like me
Angelic twin I found you in;
The Mirrors & Reams
All things between
To be at the edge of wonder
Not faltering or slumber
The path is set
Run, hurry be swift
Never was such like this
Rejoice in this
Find your calling
Satori generation poem