eliasblaque

[eliasblaque]

met the rain long ago in such forlorn state, ever emotions to cater to the black flamed candles. Mind all a rot and fooled of purpose, eyes that have screams from

a child once thrive

once breathing in the sun

once with wings immortal.

Now buried neath life's immortalities, buried away from lifes ever reaching religion of possibility.

A crimson Smile from the darkness for who would mourne such a thing in the light, who would speak tissue for tears,

brace for emotions and yet surrender the ears.

The moth Laughs at lies plagued by flies, the damned forever consume their own folly and love is the recovering cancer patient.

Beyond a painted canvas sits the truth of your sadness, beyond the rift of your pride sits the carnivaal estate of your brilliance, look in that lens you see so often is it your happiness or is it your assimilated zoo become prison. Sever tether amongst such rainy weather for the better nectar that is reality. Realm on realm

Forest of forest.

-EliasBlaque

[eliasblaque]

There is so much in the world, brim penetrating information formed as concentrated molecules never to be depressed water; a decaffeinated coffee. Fascination resides in everything's reflection this that here there everywhere..... you'd think I actually was brilliantly brimming about it all... the very factual truth is actually I don't give a flying flippiN fuck about 90% of it at the moment. I only have fucks grown in my field for this one thing, this one thing is the only thing I care about and for. I couldn't give a fuck about someone getting hit by a bus, I couldn't give a fuck about a train derailing; Chem trails and fancy boat sails I couldn't give a fuck about lol

I couldn't give two shits about Bluejays or the burgers at red Robin, I don't give a fuck about tripped out cats or lazy dog fries, I just don't give a fuck. I've become spoiled and I have become a brat. So long I've not had my fav dish I'm not sure when I'll have it again and I am ravenous I've become the ghastly specter of forlorn and glued words of sentiment.

A place beyond the forests of mine madness, beyond the floating fireplaces of such a minds sadness sits my sphinx of who I am, what makes me tick, what allows my body animate. Without such a delicious thing there went I, there go my emotion of understanding and care, I bleed in the silence and vomit the most false smiles, I pick up my fork now with my left had and my opposite curses my distance from what is right, from what makes concentrated happiness. Yes yes this fancy feast is that grand, even you reading this if you are not this food then I don't give a fuck about you too.

Naaah just joking you stupid fuck I'm just writing some desperate skipped track on the record playing in my immortal red ticker and violence has begun. Anarchy!

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Canvas

A fleeting synapse fired beyond the unbreachable realms of imagination, reality and nerve endings vomiting emotions. Light bulb lit cradle to a comforting cold grave, the creation witnessed its poetic mortal sojourn, from beauties birth to animated consciousness, "live young one live!!!!" I screamed to the crowd of brushes, i bellowed @ cups of graffitied paint water, the decibels of my passions reverberate and brought canvas to life, brought worlds out of the white.

LIVE BEING,

Feed THE PEOPLE,

FEED THEIR EYES,

FEED THEIR LIES,

FEED THEIR SOULS,

CREATE THEIR TOLLS

FOR EACH MOMENT THEY ARE TO LEASE.

I CREATE for them, those that have been neglected and yet used, stripped and beaten daily; abused.

I create for the battery signal that makes you move an arm to reach for your fav cereal,

I create for the energy that coats your conscience and strives to guide it towards truth, I create I create for that divinely given entity that is "you"

A cursed tome, grimoire from the pages of halloween herself, a pen...ever to bend to mine will, masochistic sentience, doomed to drain itself at my temperamental beck and call. My grey clouds spell the chaos for its life blood.

INque of oceans black and blue poetry, the once tree overlord is home to calibrated lines and they are the only music here.

#sketchItOut

#art

-draw 🖊

-EliasBlaque

[eliasblaque]

Digitized oil and brush strokes delivered a specific rush to my mind, HYPE fucked over the ability to also create in this realm, I know I am capable of multiverse travel. Lol

Here, have a mooseberry and remember to breathe in your day deep and exhale even deeper, let go of stresses because they are nothing more than phases. Temperamental temporary trials to build the strength that is a whole you in existence.

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Human life is a perfect blueprint of existence.

Then again, from this thought, the question; is all existence simply this blueprint at basic levels of all sentience, not just human? Is raught.

If human existence is an absolute stand alone complex staple blueprint of all things sentient and higher.... how far inward does it reach? Does yhwh have pages upon pages of schematics? & what do his previous sketches show as visage?

I am an artist, I can look around inward and outward and see there is a chain of command on creation of this entire tesseract of any existence where time has been injected. Yes I believe in yhwh yes I'd love to ask so much and pick his brain.

-more questions to come.

[eliasblaque]

I will

never be reached by naut or rocket,

never be held captive by another's flag or left locket, never have footprints etched into my heat and gravity made surface,

never be breached by your machine cores purpose,

I burn bright beyond light

a consuming light;

strong radiated sight.

I have none need of satellites,

rings or

the raising of a station in my frozen night.

Be gone all who would attempt to even ponder claim, thy never perfect.

Suspended light-years from all that would never matter,

Colder than the coldest cold; mint green ambiance & blue ice splatter.

A frozen tomb ever thine ever mine.

I have no need for colonization from your kind.

Watched ever so patient we all have, you have ripped our kin to shreds, damaged the entirety of our sacredness and seek out more of us in the wake of your line.

Realms apart,

you will never reach the void.

Never.

Try you may

Try ye shall

And when your aged selves have all and turned to dust, your launched ships covered in crust, your spirits will remember

I am the unreachable.

-Elias Blaque

[eliasblaque]

All my eyes see of stars are their olde photographs, gorgeous and bright, their ever fading light takes so long to reach them. Gaze cast towards their observance as the chaos of worry aligns and is made invisible, made small, mad obsolete only when it is eyes vs the heavens. Home; the forest of forests. Here I am purpose bound, battle aura sent, disturbed and conjured to make it all right once more. I grow weary of these weak brushes, weary of this messy multitude of meaningless fusses, weary of they who would never embrace atonement and feed the fires of pride ever Onward. For now, the four eyed crows understand everything, their wings beat the snow covered air; crisp and cool its waves of force. Beyond sentiment I utter only truth, and this time of understanding, unraveling and closure in truth shall break the very foundations of pleasure Island. Until then then, I shall paint the kocmoc, da! Paint the kocmoc and embrace the powers.

[eliasblaque]

All you gotta do to make it out alive is not get eaten. Sound like fun? Course it does!

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envoy

We came into our own understanding of what reality was, the artifacts resonated olde energies and properties that were native to this place long before we were created thought. now we breathe in that which once upon a time was holy, we walk amongst its ruble, its ruins, we feed energies back to it, recycled recycled and on and on the whirlpool of existences couponed balance thrives. harbored galactic maps suppressed and housed in sentient manifested emotion, corporeal carbons made unique striving for the myth that is security, thriving for survival. Aliens amongst a specific place carved into times very self, beings bound for tombs and judgement. A primordial history turned fear Gatorade soups future, manifest: revised, scattered, ripped & tattered, raped, reshaped, packaged, priced & redistributed. Beginning the traverse of the given construct that is time, plagued by the bosoms embrace of change, forever to decay forever to play with the growing mushrooms that are fate fingers, the fantasies of will, the choices of the greatness that gives us purpose, just to rotate the sun for deaths greet. 

we came into our own understanding of what reality was, clean slate eyes blessed and cursed upon arrival. We cried out in Terror as we were saddled with names never truly our own for leased personal bodies eventually to be marked, maimed, intoxicated by the lusts of sensation. chug chug chug!! a perfect evil this life, full of beauties and wondrous notions to forever distract us from the narrow path of escape and divine, the saving fine print that if read after umbilical severance, possibilities of leaving ultimately mentally intact still can be entertained. popcorn popcorn and the film ventures on, map revealed and lesson learned, palace lost to the beating hearts of once humans, now bodies full of vaccines of unknown entities with dragon tales, end credits, finished sodas and sticky floors. This hell of a purgatory is the very battleground of futures war, how much are tickets to the next showing.

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Hands by DannyLaiLai

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blunder

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🕸️𖤐🕸️

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Care not for the rapid multiplying evils of mankind, ripples of such a wake sprout copies of the same folly turned all poison. That olde crow; kaw kaw!

Return not to the land of the living once beyond the veil of time and corporeal, embrace the after and enjoy the chapter.

I am an entire nest of wasps and hornets, nothing about thee air around me is inviting except to one. Ever am I Pompeii ever shall I consume the skies with fire and brimstone stone, time traveler time traveler.

I seek the expiration date of these vibrations with hopes they never end; masochistic emotions and a love just to have someone. Poetic rhyme poetic rhyme, and out of the hymn she came so fine.

Beautiful with the folds of aphrodite

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[eliasblaque]

Reality closing in around mine expelled energy, gravity flirts; tries to seduce the mercury that is mine misery; mine poisonous confidant & I continue to hear rain on tin roofs and forget how to begin writeing. My cereal has gone soggy and in my brain the grey of storms the heaviest of rains, electrical chemistry twixt entities dance such a wonderous endless waltz. Becoming engulfed in such poetry of hearts as to lable me removed from market, Window shoppers have no power here and I turn the page, I turned the page

I burn with rage

Now my heart sits atop a canopy of backstocked love with unfathomable depths of madness in each of its letters. I sit, chiseled granit, stoic of visage, my inner workings scream out, beyond scream

I rage

I rage

I am lost in such a hatred of so much and black soots cage, this earth is not my home and yet I am here tethered to the whims and will of a creature so rare.

Fires cast my soul, desire wraps my mold & wonderous winters love; beautiful void of cold. I am jealous of the sky, she weeps without hesitate, nourishing all that need her bosom. Tormented and longing I walk as a ghost through these endless timeless jokes we call hours, fears stack upon themselves like patrons of a pub; no room no room and I have hung my innocents at the end of a very long rope. Each night I've beaten myself rid of these demons that shout profanities at my existence, I shout back you will never have me plain and simple! try ye may! I am King. Ever have the seeds of greatest trees grown on the tombs of my ancestors, my boot steps venture ever further into this dreary unknown. This calloused oblivion of starlight and component catered to us for a time.

Tough lay our path, brutal; paved streets of challenge, will ye walk, will ye remain true, will ye remain ever mine until immortality collapse.

Obey obey soldier do as you're told, the great war is why I am on such a different toll. We shall finish what we started many eons long past.

Take up sword

Take up helm & shield

Divine magic atlast

[eliasblaque]

foxbite

the wit of a fox,

the teeth of a monster,

the eyes of a demon.

is it enough?