Dark Purity

Monday, February 28, 2022

Tuesday, February 8, 2022

Remember the Inferno ©2022 Chris Acker

Who has not felt the blazing Inferno

Fueled by gravity?

Within a flash it blinked away

The remaining stars are what we see

Smaller lights moving further away

Will they ever again join as a single light

Flying farther every day?

If so, will it prove just as bright?

The motion of the Inferno

Is the power to drive all we see

All we feel and all we know

All we once were and all we will be

Does every flame have life and free-will?

Within each flame is the desire to kill

Powerful forces fuel it still

Casting shadows as it will

Blinding eyes and drying lands

Wearing the face of God or man

Forever in motion, may it be

Flying farther than we can see

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Hearing My Own Voices - The Leader's Anthem

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Sunday, March 6, 2016

Crevice Creatures by Chris Acker ©2013

I know the rats are watching, waiting
When the lights are out, they will crawl
See the spiders' webs in the corners
But on top of your head, they will fall

Be afraid, little ones, yes
For the fear keeps you safe
In a world full of creatures
That can know only hunger or hate

When you're all alone in the dark, crying
Monsters can hear you, and get you
If the Boogey Man comes looking, he'll find us
We cant see him, but he always sees you

Never sleep, little children, oh no
You must always be afraid to sleep
If you have a dream about the creatures
They will eat you alive in your dream

The scary sounds from outside, it's calling
And the shadows on your walls, they're from killers
So don't make any sounds, no weeping no balling
They will take you away with them, to the sewers

There the rats are waiting, hungry
And the first thing they will eat is your eyes
Then your ears and your tongue, devoured by creatures
Who want to hear little babies' cries

Hide now, little ones, yes
The monsters are coming tonight
From the darkness under your bed
And with razor- sharp teeth they'll bite

Forsaken Knowledge by Chris Acker (c) 2015

Forsaken Knowledge (sequel to Forbidden Knowledge)

If you are reading this
It is already too late,
It means you thought not
Of the Earth or it's fate.

Looks like you've made your choice
After I warned you countless times,
You cover your eyes and quiet your voice
trapped in a box, just like mimes

There is no going back now
But even if you could,
Even if you learned how
And if you truly understood...

Every choice that you make
You would choose once again,
Repeating all your mistakes
Until you've reached the same end.

These Hard Days of adjusting
Your Life your world, never be the same
Hills melted Oceans combusting
Skies burning out, End of this game

I should have tried harder
To get through to you all,
Warnings just weren't enough
To prevent society's fall.

To those that took heed:
I thank you today...
You're the unique breed
That still might find a way

Under smoke-blackened skies,
And through darkness and doom...
Stand together to survive
In a world that's now a tomb.

To everyone who did not hear:
You all will perish first
some overcome by their fear
while some ravaged by thirst

It's just as I warned them
about the darkness to come,
The trials that await all
Our brothers and your sons.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Hell of a Ride - ©Chris Acker 2004-08

If I can survive
The coming of End Times
Will I be one of the
Many souls left behind?

If I could truly see
Why the Powers that be
Forsake us in the
Name of Eternity,

I would never know Pain
Or the Diamond Rain
There would only be my
Salvation to gain.

But the motion of Time
Flows like blood and wine
Drink of the experience and
Pay attention to the Sign,

It tells of the Prophecies
That become our Destinies
The Apocalypse was foretold
The Future is History.

Written long ago so
The Chosen Ones would know
How to survive the End, and
Where the HELL to go,

When the Sky will Fall,
And how to hear the Call
Of the Trumpets' Sound
Bringing down the Wall.

As the Armies prepare
You better fuckin beware
Because the Battle to come
Will spill blood Everywhere.

As the Rulers of Nations
Are denied their Salvation
They bring War, Death,
Plauge and Starvation.

The clock is ticking down
To the Final round
Time is running out now
The King wants his Crown.

The False Prophet and the Beast
Break the promise of Peace
And grind their Teeth as
Souls of men become their feast.

The Fire Rain will descend
Before the Battle begins
Remember that shit
As we approach the End.

Heaven and Hell collide
You must choose which side
To enlist your Soul and dont
Dare try to run or hide.

Blessed is he who reads
These words and believes
Speak it out loud to the World
And sow only good seeds.

Cursed is he who denies
And ignores the cries
Of the Chosen Ones when
The Spirits of the Dead Arise.

The awareness in our Hearts
Was placed there from the start
So that we may awaken you
Now play your part.

If you want to survive
The End of our Times
Prepare yourselves for
One Hell of a ride.

"Dream of Shadows" by Damien Hades

During one long cold night, while sleeping I dreamed a most ominous series of images, and
since then I've been unable to dismiss them or put what I saw out of my mind. And though I tell
myself "it's only a dream", there is a persistent feeling in my mind that there is a deep meaning
to those images and the order by which i saw them. I suppose it can best be described as a calling
or beckoning, some force either within my own psyche or maybe from somewhere unknowable and
invisible to us in the waking world... whatever it is, it WANTS me to see these visions. More than
that, it wants me to share my dream with other people, so that they may see it and share it
as well.
The images were those of shadows casted by natural forces and creatures. Some were very
large while others were much smaller. Some of the shadows I saw reminded me of The Dark Truth: The
truth that light is merely an illusion and the Darkness has been corrupted and polluted by it.
Let any person who knows this truth, also know of my dream of Shadows....

The First Shadow was that of a vulture perched upon the barren branch of a dead tree, and
was cast on the dry lifeless desert sand. The vulture's shadow stood perfectly still, but somehow
I could hear it squawking, calling out to something or someone.

The Second Shadow was that of a huge sea monster with fins like a fish, and was cast upon
a sunken ship on the ocean floor. The creature's shadow moved slowly over the ghostly remains of
the ship, and as it did, I saw multitudes of smaller sea creatures swimming and crawling their way
to the darkened shelter of that ship.

The Third Shadow was casted by the plume of ash and smoke which spewed from the mouth of
an erupting volcano. As I watched the shadow being cast over the western side of a mountain range,
I could feel the rumbling of the ground under my feet.

The Fourth Shadow was casted by the Moon as it eclipsed the Sun, telling the tale of
cosmic dance. I looked directly upon the splendor, and was blinded for some time. I still see its
image as an echo in my eyes.

The Fifth shadow was like a hand covering the sky and behind the hand I saw an Eye, whose
eye it was I cannot know. Fear woke me before It could see me, and the hand might not have been my
own.

The sixth shadow I saw was another, greater eye in the night sky, dark and mysterious and
powerful. Her tears formed the Milky Way, and when I saw Her weep, I knew She wept for me. When I
looked deeper, I saw wisdom beyond the abilities of men. This wisdom she shared with me, for that
I tremble with spirit to this day.

Black Hole, Black Whole

Imagine the world, your world and all others, as an eye. One of many ways it CAN SEE!

THE eye of everything, the universe, with light pouring into it as it opens. Ever wider does the eye open, eventually becoming ALIVE and AWARE and AWAKE!

Now Imagine we are the eyes of the world, through us it SEES ITSELF and becomes alive also.

When we awake, it learns about itself, and how to look deeper by playing with light.

It will see eyes looking back at itself. then... blink! thousands, then millions, billions of Eyes.

Each one a lens to capture light, and trap light behind it. Each opening eye like a BLACK HOLE,

Pulling the light into something else, somewhere else. twisting light into some other form,

the eyes use it to construct minds, where the strange part happens....

..light trapped in the mind is no longer light, only thought. That alone is what we call REALITY...not things around us, outside of us, not even the light itself is real, nor its reflections.

In the mind, where thoughts form experiences and memories, is a NEW kind of eye. which, when AWAKENED, must let go of the light, to see in the Dark. Once it becomes aware, it becomes real...becoming the Universe itself! that first eye to open up and trap light, to see itself in the dark...every lens pulling in light through a black hole into reality is your eye. Our eye.

THE EYE in the Dark sees everything as one thing. Its alive. all of it is alive, and its AWAKENING.

^BLINK^