Waxing Gibbous

Deterministic of every system//
Spawning chaos theories
Like butterfly wings that run perturbations within the distance//
Isolate luminous orbs shape shifting through endless cycles//
Eyes then dwell upon the moon beams they encircle//
I silhouette between all drafted lines//
Blueprints of all functioned lies//
I scheme between them with no doubt in eyes//
To disconnect myself from malformed mental feeds
That plant ideas never meant to seed//
With false inceptions held up to succeed//
But at present Life's a present//
Like mighty gifts hailed from galilee
The weights upon my shoulders I'll hold gallantly//
Shattering volcanic glass ceilings
Obsidian methods subdued in madness//
Minds a stone throws away from perfect artistry//
Breath harbors heat like desert winds
To blaze upon all dreaded fiends//
For in this war of words the army of deserters will never win//
Psychosomatic foundations of self, waxing and waning//
The great mother goddess uncomplaining//
As she lights the starry skies with fertile sources of rich anima//
My instincts kent like animals
To drag death like vulturous carnivores//
And spit out shattered bones of contention radical//
Nestle with the roots like archeologists that brush upon the history//
And still these star studded skies remain a mystery//

Through the depths of concerted substance
I'll breathe freely like unpunctured lungs
To vent upon sentiments that lay dormant//
Awaken what will be and all that is//
The silence in this mist where creations of variations live in bliss//
Take steps one two one one two skip conclusions that they jump to//
True reality remains beyond the senses//
Mind evolves from cloudy lenses//
Thousand words from vocal trenche//
March across no mans land to find peace from all bullets at hand//
And with glad i eviscerate//
Follow gut till bound to grave//
Etch myself on hearts of stone that rock like faulting caves//
Socratic problems fill the mind to flow like tidal waves//
In the shells of former self in many ways//
A dread headed wordsmith, cult?, barbarian!//
Hooded but never hoodwinked//
In this game of moving targets I'll play Artemis//
Dream the dream of dreamers//
Take my place amongst all optimists like optimus//
Transform and elude the scope of oculars
That center of endless warring elements where hydra conquers all//
And as season fall, and time lapses around its circuits//
I'll burst from the surface//
Sever tongues of seven serpents//
Lo and behold as old stories fold
Plant lead zeppelins as mars attacks with no quarters drawn//
Hands praising the house of holies feet dancing to rain songs//
Leave indolent imprints//
Reminiscent of days gone I'm but days from handing in my thesis//
Like movements off the chessboard I've been picking up the pieces//
Big enough to feed my ego
The hero the villain the fiend the wind of opportunity in spring//
Im heading to fiery crests quests to purge the rings//