Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine: Exploring soul

Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine: Exploring soul: Woke up one morning, to decide I am no longer a slave. To the war, humanity, and the secrets of propaganda, they hold. Forbidden t...

Sacrafice of us artists

I bleed on the needle and threads so you can breathe life into my creation and feel as if you to were a God like spirit.

As you unfold your reality, through unblemished minds wandering on concrete dusts all inspiring propaganda and lust for conspiracy.

While strolling comfortable admiring the gaze of Perfekt Tension Haute St.Wear as we learn to love ourselves, as much as we love the world itself.

LKCP2KxIv

Whispers in the night

Sleep walking, among the dead I hear her whispers in mumbled tongues. As thoughts drift the dead awake, souls inspire imagination. They now see past the shepherds veils as the deaf hear the wise,and blind see clearly. The leprosariums are seen as equals. Eternity passes every millisecond of a lifetime, faster then the blink of an eye. The earth revolved around the sun in the center into the moon she gracefully surrendered. Caressed by stars and skies, compressed all at once in the minds eye seek truth and keys of extremity, yet failing to hear its endless beating drum of eternity. Her whispers, then became a voice, mumbles into meaningful words, and the dead rest peacefully. She used this new mastery to sing them songs, of wonders of life hidden in its history. As they travel the path to cross the worlds, embracing wisdom they once took for granted. Weightless and free it is to be when dwelling into the depths of silence. LKCP2KXIII

Inspiration for operation Insomniax Doktrine

If your working on Operation: Insomniax Doktrine Project for YouTube you can even fuse Poems for example, here I fused 3 of my poems.

At times, feeling as if I were 1 tongue vs. 1000 ear drums...

The only thing in common is that none of them can hear me.

At times, feeling as if I am that man standing on the milkcrate..

Ranting about your sinz in the presence of God,

Dismissing my own, cause I wield the megaphone. 

As the passing of 2012 World's end...

The Pope retired & there is still talks of New World Order.

A 500ton meteor misses our planet by 2700kilom-eters...

3 asteroids hit the planet, a UFO was spotted...

And you say to me...everything distasteful & bitter...

I start Drifting...
off, back into the silence.

And the only thing we have in common is that, I cant hear you...

Either.

It occurred to me later that night as I slumbered.

Why would the gods hear us out, when we don't even hear each other.

I like to stroke your ego as you take a stroll through my psuedo narrow mindedness.

As you blindly express, I openly gain insights to a restless mind without thoughts...only vision.

Greeting Abramelin on astral planes, trading Enochian knowledge for Vedic suttras, while time stands still I become transparent ...

Eyes wide shut your presence is still visible in the muderous gaze of a madman, watching Sufi's piercing skin sacred acts of devotion.

As if we stand All seeing I drift into abyss of three time sphears in fluid states...and why now are we so based on assumption.

By now we should have evolutionary risen above self seperating dualistic nature to reclamation of supreme soul.

And it is still true the self is you,
And it is still true the self is I,
And it still holds true the self is We.

Releasing the veils shadow...embracing the ultimate conceptions passing through Womb of the minds eye...silver umbilical.

Who holds patents on,
Atomic Bombs?
                  I thirst for,
Atomic Wordz...they say.
Hey mr. post man,
                         ...would you,
       play a song
    ...for me.
Please let it not be,
Star Spangled banner,
I have yet to see freedom,
between all this banter.
Meanwhile...at cyber Tron ica,
Cyber punks gathered,
       a thousand tounges,
          Twist the minds eye.
         ...shallow, is the shadows, empty graves, and rotting tomb stones, closed cashket funerals.
.sounds.of.drums...
  Six gun shots to remind us of,
Where were we but in the womb, when the cold war froze over.
       Into the NeXt Ice Age,
We are survivors,
          A kin,
          Of...
     helter skelter.
            The homless still seek,
                 cardboard shelter,
        50% of them
             military  veterans.
50% of them are children.
Addicted, afflicted misery, striped of integrity...they served.
           ...Our land,
souls sold to needles,
upon return to a common,
   thread of epidemics.
       And in the minds eye,
                  the cold war,
          This Great Depression
   ... on the streets of the World, is not yet over.
        We see in the the reflection,
          this Ground Ground Zero,
            when 2 towers fell, and                           birthed heroes.

Sitting illumed in candle fire surrounded by walls gazing, bricks of flesh, wonderingly if they are listening.

I speak the silent tongues of the halls beyond thoughts of mortal men...

I hear the moons thoughts in shadows of trees, whispering to the skies in light of star's.

I see Scriptures of the Ancient ones, scribed in the suns rays...
mystic tear drops falling from eyes of the rainbow.

Surrender to the mirrors reflection in stillness of Akashic reservoir scrying inner cosmos...

While drifting in Saturns rings.

Words...

Are they harmless?

To Spell...if only we could fathom.

And what do the darkest hours bring? 

That aha moment of light bulbs...changes worlds.

We live on the circles crust failing to reach deep into it's obsidian center of ourselves.

Internally we wander into the moonlight inhaling her auric  cynders.

Seeking the pages hidden deep within eternal heartbeats ...

Spelling...words.

-LKCP2KXIII-

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Operation ask your local book store...

Operation ask you're local book store if they have the book Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol.II
Looking for 100 local  volunteers that go to book stores regularly and simply, ask the clerk, or librarian if they have Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol.2

Alchemical whispers please and thank you its my power of word of mouth experiment to pay it forward,
for each copy your simple asking a clerk if they carry my book, is one step closer to getting

Alchemical Whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol. 2 into book stores, and I am told word of mouth,
is the best advertiser I wanted to try Operation 100 people ask your local.
book store about alchemical whispers: Insomniax Doktrine Vol.2

If you would like for minformation about this book and read some of the artists poetry check out the Alchemical Whispers blog at this link: http://lostrefugees.blogsot.com

Some daydream

Some days we dream of a world without war, only mild conflicts.
Before we infect the world with radiation, opposite side of the moon.
Atlast...beyond the gloom.
LKCP2KXIII

 

 

I am published!

My poem made it!!

Land of the Preach

At times, feeling as if I were 1 tongue vs. 1000 ear drums...

The only thing in common is that none of them can hear me.

At times, feeling as if I am that man standing on the milkcrate...

Ranting about your sinz in the presence of God,

Dismissing my own, cause I wield the megaphone. 

As the passing of 2012 World's end...

The Pope retired & there is still talks of New World Order.

A 500ton meteor misses our planet by 2700kilom-eters...

3 asteroids hit the planet, a UFO was spotted...

And you say to me...everything distasteful & bitter...

I start Drifting...
off, back into the silence.

And the only thing we have in common is that, I cant hear you...

Either.

It occurred to me later that night as I slumbered.

Why would the gods hear us out, when we don't even hear each other.

LKCP2KXIII

Oceans above

Rising above the aetheric bliss eyes drifting far off into the milky ocean of the skies.

Shiva sits upon the serpent as soul the divine. Scrying smoke from the mountain top visions of blind, leading...blind.

Sipping from the Grail of the ancient ones, Mahatma chanting in caves.

Harvesting heavenly stones to cast away the shadows, mastering sound mind Necromance demons...

Hypnotized by the beating heart...of stillness within.

LKCP2KXIII

Once upon a stroll...

Trees peeking from behind street lights demons walking amongst the shadows.

The trees spawn hordes of beings from ether realms.

and in that second he had seen bright eyez clouded with darkness, then emerged the brightness of the sun...

He had pryed open his 3rd eye...levatating beyond sidewalks of the past he walk the circle of the elements bound by one...

Step by step till he reached the center of himself and became the man he once seen with the darkness in his eyez...

Was also the one that had shown him the greatest light.

LKCP2KXII

Transmission

Charming spirits speaking in many tongues, language of the elements are many.
An empty space a empty time, the time is now...step fully into your dimension.
Step by step into the present, every second is the future falling backwards into the past...and blinking into the now all at once.
All in this seconds of our lives as we only hold on to hours and days forgetting to live in the second half.
To take deep breaths and drift into flow of creation.
LKCP2KXII

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I'm not sure if there is a market for poetry but I enjoy writing it.

Though I don't know how to get more pages read out there any help spreading the word about my title:

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Modern archeologist

We have already reached a point in our times that there really is nothing left on earth to discover externally, but there is a vast space inside our beings for all of us to discover.

When there is no mystery left, and all the veils have been lifted then there is no other direction but evolving and transmuting our selves to the next level.

You are your own archeologist...

Dig wisely.

-LKCP2KXII-

Fashion Forefathers

On my walk home from work, I seen footsteps on the side of the road in the sand.

It made me wonder is it the footsteps of my father?

And if it were should I follow his path knowing it is not mine to be taken.

Where have these steps taken him? If I follow will I have met his destiny at the end of this trek?

Would I be taking steps backwards into the abyss of a past...

Does time sit still or dwell in it's own imagination, and I sometimes wonder if fashion feels the same.

Summer Solstice Collection

 My heart shattered into a thousand pieces when the thread broke that held the ties between fashion and mainstream. What have we woven into society that has confused the minds of the youth, to think that they are twins from separate mothers.

 What happened to the times when fashion was not a uniform but a sense of expression of the self?

 I reflect back through the looking glass sifting through each of my reflections to find the styles that

I thought too, may have been lost forever.

 Then there I be amongst all other reflections that had looked through the same glass, and we then remembered when we once were individuals. and that we had style that was not cookie cutter fashion, but raw, cutting edge, & so inspirational.

 It could be seen on the walls, in our clothes, and our hair accompanied by a dance or a name each of our character famous in its own light.

 These times seem to have died long ago, the then all of these reflections of the looking glass reminded me that history repeats itself, and that time is coming.

 We here at the Perfekt Tension labs are evolving rapidly to meet this shift in the Era of Fashion that is rising up out of the looking glass.

 Witness the shift...

 Coming into this Summer Collection.

   

Thoughts

Many years have passed and yet my style continues to evolve.

But at times I feel that time stands still and so does my imagination.

So do we step backwards at the fork in the road? Or do we journey to right which has no left? Or do we journey to the left which has no right?

No matter which path you take you will have to make decisions

but that could be a good sign to chose the path that looks most clear.

Owl Conspiracy

Pieces collide forming something out of nothing and when do we truly ever get a break?
as an artists lives a full time job as a "life" to try and make a living in a world of simplicity that has lost the urge of owning art.

Although, in our waking times we find that art is making a strong comeback, as the youth come to fill elder shoes. yet we are here to set the Perfekt Tension in motion as we strive not to follow into the fashion footsteps that they have laid before us.

We at the Perfekt Tension Laboratory are the hermetic fabric masons laying the foundation of new beginnings, A new Style that was thought to be "long Lost" but what can be lost that has not yet been discovered?

Sophisticated looks that intrigue the intellect, and bringing people together through the arts have always been a marvel to the seeker...
 In our times through out the generations the Mystery has unfolded and now we seek the symbols on the streets and now through our clothing of street fashion cults.
 

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new jackets

Today in the Perfekt Tension Laboratory:

these next jackets are looking great! we here at the studio are looking forward to what kind of response we are going to receive this weekend.

More about the jacket, they are denim, great for spring/summer months, or even in the winter if you were indoors.

a twist of Asymmetrical line but Haute enough to be classified edgy.

inspired by discussions of apocalypse to the "end times" fused with world of warcraft and steam punk daymares...but in a marketable sense. 

I love this song at times it reminds me of the industry, because we work so hard to make new styles its hard to keep up but not if you are ahead of the game.

-LKCP2KXII- 

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