Much to do about Musings

For I think I shall then supply myself with the poems of my soul and of immortality.

Save the Kids
 
All symbols of humanity were outlawed
Only their corporate logos were allowed after the fall.
 
All language was abolished
Only viral communication that was monitored was acknowledged
 
But you can never kill an idea; it always mutates into a Dream
They can never silence the ghosts of your mandated Memory Clean
 
The brave stopped wearing logos; a small pocket Rebellion
The children of Nature no longer a guild, but now the seeds of Myth & Legend
 
Channeling ancestors and their ancient knowledge
They learned once more the root of oneness; where Living became a college
 
A Rosen Bridge of color now invoked how they dressed
No longer caring who they impressed
 
Their movement became more Ch’i
You see to move with the shadows as well as the Light
You need a perfect balance of Red Chakra from body, Gold energy from Earth and the Souls unseen all in White
 
RETALIATION
 
The hunters can no longer hunt; their prey has gotten Wise
The Red Queen Hypothesis is true; don’t believe the Lies
 
They black Bag, Squander and Squash out all that they can
Referring to themselves as The Man
 
But in this time of terror and fear
The strangest thing starts to Appear
 
The elders, the beginning leaders in our Story
The makers of Glory
 
∞YELL OUT ∞
 
In ham and E, majored and minored
In unison and then Expired
 
Born once more through Sound we rippled
Leaving the “Self-Proclaimed Source” Crippled
 
People started to talk again
Unregulated
Unlawed
Then started feeling embarrassed and Appalled
 
‘How did we let this happen?’
‘And for so long’
‘Where did we all go wrong?’
 
★CHANGE★
 
Instantly the movement Spread
But even though it had found its voice it remained quietly moving appearing as if dead
 
 ✪EVOLUTION✪
 
We now know the game that is being played; we also now know it.is.a.game
So guess what world No one is insane!
 
You only saw in Violet because they blocked your view with Red
Sex, Money, Power constantly pumping wavelengths in your Head
 
* You are the Zombies! And not the television kind or the Internets version of the walking dead
 
Other people get glimpses, a peak at The Man behind the curtain and are drugged to Forget
It was in this moment that Source realized his untapped weapon and rose up from Regret
 
Fighting to remain in control it Said
“I know exactly where to hurt them most, I know exactly how to make them Beg”
 
 POSION THE KIDS
    Ritalin, Methylphenidate, Adderall, Prozac
    ADHD, ADD, OCD, ODD, Anxiety, Anorexia 
    Lexapro, Zoloft, Zyprexa, Meridia
    Obesity, Insomnia, Fatigue
    Bi-polar, Pica
    Purging
    EPHEBIPHOBIA
                                                  ©TDM
 

Save the Kids

 

All symbols of humanity were outlawed

Only their corporate logos were allowed after the fall.

 

All language was abolished

Only viral communication that was monitored was acknowledged

 

But you can never kill an idea; it always mutates into a Dream

They can never silence the ghosts of your mandated Memory Clean

 

The brave stopped wearing logos; a small pocket Rebellion

The children of Nature no longer a guild, but now the seeds of Myth & Legend

 

Channeling ancestors and their ancient knowledge

They learned once more the root of oneness; where Living became a college

 

A Rosen Bridge of color now invoked how they dressed

No longer caring who they impressed

 

Their movement became more Ch’i

You see to move with the shadows as well as the Light

You need a perfect balance of Red Chakra from body, Gold energy from Earth and the Souls unseen all in White

 

RETALIATION

 

The hunters can no longer hunt; their prey has gotten Wise

The Red Queen Hypothesis is true; don’t believe the Lies

 

They black Bag, Squander and Squash out all that they can

Referring to themselves as The Man

 

But in this time of terror and fear

The strangest thing starts to Appear

 

The elders, the beginning leaders in our Story

The makers of Glory

 

∞YELL OUT

 

In ham and E, majored and minored

In unison and then Expired

 

Born once more through Sound we rippled

Leaving the “Self-Proclaimed Source” Crippled

 

People started to talk again

Unregulated

Unlawed

Then started feeling embarrassed and Appalled

 

‘How did we let this happen?’

‘And for so long

‘Where did we all go wrong?’

 

CHANGE

 

Instantly the movement Spread

But even though it had found its voice it remained quietly moving appearing as if dead

 

 EVOLUTION

 

We now know the game that is being played; we also now know it.is.a.game

So guess what world No one is insane!

 

You only saw in Violet because they blocked your view with Red

Sex, Money, Power constantly pumping wavelengths in your Head

 

* You are the Zombies! And not the television kind or the Internets version of the walking dead

 

Other people get glimpses, a peak at The Man behind the curtain and are drugged to Forget

It was in this moment that Source realized his untapped weapon and rose up from Regret

 

Fighting to remain in control it Said

“I know exactly where to hurt them most, I know exactly how to make them Beg

 

 POSION THE KIDS

    Ritalin, Methylphenidate, Adderall, Prozac

    ADHD, ADD, OCD, ODD, Anxiety, Anorexia 

    Lexapro, Zoloft, Zyprexa, Meridia

    Obesity, Insomnia, Fatigue

    Bi-polar, Pica

    Purging

    EPHEBIPHOBIA

                                                  ©TDM

 

“I am Me and that is normal, not the other way around - TDM”

—   TheDawn Marie (via atimeofequallightanddark)
DawnieMarie
 
Dawnie Marie was in the menagerie picking her roses of Red
When all of a sudden she tripped and she fell for something had hit her Leg
 
What could this Be?
Oh my, Oh me she had fallen in a place for the Dead
And all of a sudden horror she could not believe what she saw, what she seen, what she Read
 
Here lies Dawn
Her soul may be Gone
But this be her immortal Bed
Forevermore in eternal darkness is what her epitaph Said
 

 ©TDM
Radios in my Head

Follow the trail of fire ants into the night; Like cattle we drive on
All singing the same song
Of a place that makes us feel safe.

We creep closer and closer
a mop of tarnished brains
Finding comfort in the fact that our lives are not the only ones, going down the drain

We have no where else to go; but at least we’re all here
The gates are getting closer
The band is almost near

                                                                                                        © TDM
Conversations with LIGHT
©TDM
www.atimeofequallightanddark.tumblr.com
The Star.
©TDM
Drowning:
 
 
I’m drowning in my sea of blue
Completely consumed
Yet one hand still reaches high
High above the waves
Waiting for a rescuing hand
To resurrect me from the depths of the beyond, that has no end
And saves me from being lost forever
 
Every time I scream into the hollow
Echoing for salvation
With no voice echoing back
I sink further and further into the abyss
And at this point I am becoming fearful that the time is drawing near
Where only fingertips are left to grasp
And if no one yanks me from my anchor, I will soon cease to exist
 
I stop breathing in order to hear a soft voice
A voice locked behind a door in my head
Saying “Save yourself”
“No one is coming”
“Save yourself”
 
But I can’t, I scream
I’ve allowed myself to dive into what seemed to be shallow waters
And now have found myself treading against a current that only grows bigger and stronger with each passing day
I have now become too weak to save myself
To beaten to rise above
To tired to fight any longer
 
All I have is a hand
Reaching toward the sky
Holding on to a thread of hope
These fingertips reaching are the last piece of me
Of a person trying to remember
Energy
Dreams
Happiness
Life



                                                 ©TDM 

Drowning:

 

 

I’m drowning in my sea of blue

Completely consumed

Yet one hand still reaches high

High above the waves

Waiting for a rescuing hand

To resurrect me from the depths of the beyond, that has no end

And saves me from being lost forever

 

Every time I scream into the hollow

Echoing for salvation

With no voice echoing back

I sink further and further into the abyss

And at this point I am becoming fearful that the time is drawing near

Where only fingertips are left to grasp

And if no one yanks me from my anchor, I will soon cease to exist

 

I stop breathing in order to hear a soft voice

A voice locked behind a door in my head

Saying “Save yourself”

“No one is coming”

“Save yourself”

 

But I can’t, I scream

I’ve allowed myself to dive into what seemed to be shallow waters

And now have found myself treading against a current that only grows bigger and stronger with each passing day

I have now become too weak to save myself

To beaten to rise above

To tired to fight any longer

 

All I have is a hand

Reaching toward the sky

Holding on to a thread of hope

These fingertips reaching are the last piece of me

Of a person trying to remember

Energy

Dreams

Happiness

Life

                                                 ©TDM 

(Source: atimeofequallightanddark)

Insanity is so passé
 
A rose petal, a fake transparency
All of us cannot be stars; some of us have to be space
Dark enough to hold you up with Grace
Hazardous toxins spark and ignite
Lick yourself like you are King while I’m sleeping becoming your prototype
A textile man made of demands
I scorn you for the luck of your birth shadowing in this sachet of swords throbbing the face through the skin and hands
In the spindle thread to spoon
Howl beside the crescent moon
Blindness, quivering lens deceased in the air of an autumn rain
Dance like a fairy you are going insane

                                                                                             ©TDM

Insanity is so passé

 

A rose petal, a fake transparency

All of us cannot be stars; some of us have to be space

Dark enough to hold you up with Grace

Hazardous toxins spark and ignite

Lick yourself like you are King while I’m sleeping becoming your prototype

A textile man made of demands

I scorn you for the luck of your birth shadowing in this sachet of swords throbbing the face through the skin and hands

In the spindle thread to spoon

Howl beside the crescent moon

Blindness, quivering lens deceased in the air of an autumn rain

Dance like a fairy you are going insane

                                                                                             ©TDM

(Source: atimeofequallightanddark)

Insomnia
 
Hours and Hours the night passes by
Until night is over and day fills the sky
Sleepless nights; exhausted days
But yet my mind stays this way
Insomnia has replaced sleep, no more dreams
Only memories that repeat
My body becomes weak; my eyes circled black
No excitement for life for the energy I lack
Hours on the clock fly past
Still relentlessness seems to last
Eyes become itchy and heavy like sand
Trembling shakes I get in my hands
Boredom ticks through the hours
My mouth is so dry it has chapped and tastes sour
The crickets outside are like a symphony in my room
Softer then louder until it consumes
Dawn is rising; it is so breathtaking 
So hypnotizing 
Another night gone fast; another day to go slow
Just like the wind, sometimes soft then quickly it blows
But how much more can I psychically take
Of this insomnia that keeps me awake
What is wrong? Why can’t I rest?
It is like the night is the exterminator and the day is the pest
 
 ©TDM
Diedre:
Draw me a picture
Your beautiful art
Make it Gothy
Make it Dark
I want you to see what I feel in my soul
I’m giving you this burden, to have and to hold

Sketch me a face
I see in my head
Make it sick
Make it dead
Come inside my thoughts
Take a look around
Conjure repressions never found

Paint me a place, your beautiful art
Old and Mystic, its in my heart
I’ll let you peek and hide away
Mark it as black, blue and grey
And while your there, make it Decay. 

©TDM

Diedre:


Draw me a picture

Your beautiful art

Make it Gothy

Make it Dark

I want you to see what I feel in my soul

I’m giving you this burden, to have and to hold

Sketch me a face

I see in my head

Make it sick

Make it dead

Come inside my thoughts

Take a look around

Conjure repressions never found

Paint me a place, your beautiful art

Old and Mystic, its in my heart

I’ll let you peek and hide away

Mark it as black, blue and grey

And while your there, make it Decay. 

©TDM

(Source: atimeofequallightanddark)

Rite:

With Mars in place
I feel alive
I feel the strength of my sign
My inner energy increases
As my planets align
It is my time

                                                                                                 ©TDM
Checkmate:

Seeking out my maker, to answer questions why
Why is death so daunting, except when I crave to die?
Searching for the cause
Why am I here at all?
Did I have wings?
Why would I choose to fall?
Searching for an explanation human nature is restless
And suicide seems relentless
Searching for death, I wish for his name
So I can exploit it everyday
Informing everyone it is his fault; I’m not the one to blame
I’m merely just a pawn in a supernatural game
All I comprehend is:
God is White
The Devil is Black
This is their fame
Check.
Set.
Match.

                                                                                                   ©TDM

Checkmate:

Seeking out my maker, to answer questions why

Why is death so daunting, except when I crave to die?

Searching for the cause

Why am I here at all?

Did I have wings?

Why would I choose to fall?

Searching for an explanation human nature is restless

And suicide seems relentless

Searching for death, I wish for his name

So I can exploit it everyday

Informing everyone it is his fault; I’m not the one to blame

I’m merely just a pawn in a supernatural game

All I comprehend is:

God is White

The Devil is Black

This is their fame

Check.

Set.

Match.

                                                                                                   ©TDM

(Source: atimeofequallightanddark)

Apparition: 
Miracle worker, what’s your deal?
Do you really know how to heal?
A weakened soul, a broken back?
Can you reverse a father’s heart attack?
What?
Why not?
You won’t even try?
Then your Prophecy must be a lie
How about a sore leg or a shoulder ache?
Do something for goodness sake!
Your false advertisement brings me to weep
How about putting me into a lucid sleep?
Then maybe the hurt would be gone
No one will remember a worthless Dawn
Please save me, I have no remorse
My existence in this world has been a meaningless course
I have so many enemies; can you at least take them away?
Do you even hear a thing that I say?
You just sit there and shake your head
Oh dear God its not me that you come for but someone else instead
Are you a demon come to take more of my loved ones away?
Speak!
Do not nod your head that way
                                                                                                                    ©TDM
Death:

Silence.
It is the beginning of death
With no oxygen to breathe, your heart races, your hands shake
You feel your soul about to break
And then you see a vision of his cold, cold eyes
You lay down in darkness and you begin to die
Noise.
It becomes a waste of time
It annoys and burdens, making it hard to rest, and then you hear the ring
Hell starts to sing
And then you see a vision of his cold, cold eyes
You lay down in darkness and now begin to die
Peace.
It has died beside me
The earth she cries
Her tears move down the mountainside
The earth herself begins to die
And then you see a vision of his cold, cold eyes
Lay down in darkness, we all have to die
                                                                                                                         ©TDM
Addiction:
I see a parade
No, an orchestra; A symphony of lights
Am I dead?
Only an echo of the synthesizer rings in my head
I embrace the grim
The decadence of it all
I take a deep breath, with a look that says appalled
I am racing on new ground
Scared but yet exciting
And as I look back, why was I hiding?
I am enraged with the lies I have been told
Why was I never told beauty was something I could hold?
The symphony is over
Where can I find it again?
And so the addiction begins
                                                                                                                         ©TDM