LSC Lasico

These words will fail their meanings though

are either way in vain.

They won’t point to something noble but

a dogma for it’s sake.

And as my lowers selves have risen

my merit’s further stained.

So i make this my denial

of everything i’ll say.
 

To see through your eyes, the world looks no different to me.

 

I use light theme
I pour in milk before cereal
I feel nothing when stepping on legos
Only one of the upper statements is fakd
Fear me

monke

 

lyrics that i like:

Nerve-webbed energies spurring evolution,

choosing and refusing for betterment of law.

Sex split for unbiased preference,

putting more at stake to make more intricate.

pushing ever deeper towards what once seemed inexistent

rewarding the triumphs and punishing the flaws.

Collapse and expand mirroring in hologram

to reciprocate creation in the dreams of the intimate.

 

Given permission to see through those eyes,

now i’m a part of everything and everything’s alive.

The highest awareness, the warmest of light,

from this pulsing softness coursing with life.

The scent so electric i drown in it’s waves,

to a soul’s reflection in the contours of a face.

A soul so familiar and fragile it pains,

while the gift of our childhood links us to every age.

(Sanguinarius - lost sol)

 

…And now you fight with the choice everyday,

to live between two truths or fade away…

 

There’s nothing can compare to the stagnation felt inside,

once knowing of the magic you’ve forever been denied.

Tell me how to live a life of ignorance and pride,

it seems it’s so much easier to hide.

 

I know that i convinced you i was a strapping lad,

seems the damaged ones are fun to read, but seldom fun to have.

And having passed the boundaries that patience would allow,

oh isn’t it convenient i chose the right path now.

So to all heed this directive for avoidance of all pain,

make sure you pick collectors for creators are insane.

And when they’re not they’re boring for their souls are in their paint,

they exist for lovers’ musings and for only lowers gains.

 

(cuts through the cellar floor, falls to another cellar,

cuts through the floor again then falls down to another cellar)

(Sanguinarius - storytime)

 

we sleep to the thunder we kiss to the rain,

it’s only the rhythm still keeping us sane.

The sun’s our reminder of all that’s inane,

so thank fuck fir the thunder, thank fuck for the rain.

(Sanguinarius - curse of saturn)

 

so, now that i’ve your attention,

might be good to mention,

the power of convention,

on all of our minds.

What’s wrong with innovation?

Simply complication?

Or fear of obligation

to those of your kind?

The personal attention

from that beyond perception

will be our annihilation we may find.

 

Nature’s only pretty in a frame.

Emotion’s always pretty when it’s tame.

Words are only pretty when they’re aged.

And life is only pretty when it’s staged.

(sanguinarius - divine comedy)

 

I hate trying to say,

what words can’t ever relay.

There’s no to long a list

of all that i will miss.

 

But i can’t call it a curse,

when live or dead we still share this earth.

So do reap every bliss,

of all that i will miss.

(Sanguinarius - the thousand year brook)

 

Perhaps i should sing of inglorious might,

or the swelling of masses that’s choking all life.

Well the root is the same in either manner of breath,

we want what we love to be immune from the hands of death.

For all the clutter we’ve amassed,

it pales to what has yet to pass,

and as it changes true and fast, 

we fail to see the difference.

All times will never be again

and so i live in poor attempt

to feel the pure in what has been

to keep it in existence.
I try - for if you no longer hurt, then you’re not alive.

I try - for if you can’t remember, then you’re not alive.

I try - for if you no longer feel, then you’re not alive.

I try - for you no longer care, then you’re not alive.

(sanguinarius - a fetish for paychos)

the list will be updated.