3. The Grey Area In Between

oo3| The Grey Area In Between

Created between 1999 & 2000

Program

 We Interrupt This Routine

The Grey Area

Burnt Etch

Electricity

To Stare Into A Television

Pixelated Grid

Snake Magnet

Rejuvenation Of Deterioration

The Original Pattern

The Skeletal Tribe

An Interval Between Us

See-Through Mist

An Awkward Silence

Real Eyes

Taking It All In

Circle Mass

Backwards

Ditch Sewn Singular

A Colourless Solution

Redder

Active Lens

Twentythree

1.  Program

plugged in,

there is no cord

inside is the receiver

energy, the transmission

of what is in there will be alone

suspended still-life

fear of the unknown

your head is the destination

a database of mental states

received by us, portrayed by us

think for yourself and no-one else

seemingly pre-programmed identities

a reflection of the new god (TV)

2.  We Interrupt This Routine

Within a sea of cloned sheep

Comes you and me, waiting

Breathe an order we know

In and out, easy to digest

If you want to maintain

If you want to sustain

Remain oblivious

Remain

Chaos ensues, frightens

But hardens you

Only options remained the game

Now a psyche is not quite the same

Suffocation is the grey area…

3.  The Grey Area

Readily preparing for it, how can one require it

Steadily heading into it, how is one to handle it

Watching, I can peer into it

Why not just leave it

Dividing, you can absorb it

Why even expose it

Transpiring, a view without a blur

The ever-apparent feeling of illusion

Through the blackout area

Head-first, dive inward

4.  Burnt Etch

In a mind penetrated by useless frequencies

Thinking, overflowing with momentary issues

There is no use trying to decipher personalities

They dissolve instantly like delusions we pursue

Nothing on your mind, staring

Concentrate on concentrating

This is the result

You are at fault

5.  Electricity

Do you have it where it’s wanted

Can you have a life you want

Syncopated beat patterns

A piercing, effective bad-vibe

Absent from the reminder

Becoming aware this keeps us alive

We are home now

Take all this in: all are of another intelligence

It is broadcasted by them: do you understand?

6.  To Stare Into a Television

All those places

All those faces

Walking among the numb

Slowly you will become…

I want back, watered down streets

I recall, rusted automobiles intertwined

Half-awake happily glazed by the sun

“I wish I could wake up from this nightmare”

Fragile bones hover malnourished

One of those desensitized spirits

A background evolving tone collage

Eternally constructed with flaws

I see a lack of unique originality

In a cathode ray tube shaped reality

There is no new forms of thought

Just left inside a mental block

7.  Pixelated Grid

Singular, against a close-edged machine

Standing, thinking of how to flow evenly

The sun will bring you down

The eyes have so much to tell

Some force, forces you

To need more, consume

Everything you knew

Becomes of use

A star knows not if it shines or burns

A mind puts up a wall in order to yearn

Some force, forces me

To analyze the lies I see

Everything you know

Entirely becomes of you

8.  Snake Magnet

When a certain something is absent

Those two-faced figures go their own way

Lacking sincerity, an evident see-through vibe

No respect indeed, I know you’re truly fake

Now you want from me?

This mechanized tone one repeat

We want to fill an overflowing hole

All we need is to breed an archetype soul

Bad vibrations flow into over-speculation

A thick mold sets in, the red in the ground

Decaying infestation, a motive in slow-motion

Awake but not aware, no time for the primitive…

Now you want from me?

No, this here will not repeat

9.  Rejuvenation of Deterioration

Awaken

Exposed

Rejuvenate

Set The Mind

Disintegrate

Repeat

Only bits and pieces remain

Only minor divisions sustained

If there is in fact layers of the game

Please peel them off

I’d like to see the original pattern

10.    The Original Pattern

With motives aplenty

I set off on a voyage to the unknown territory

There is always the area in between

To nurture the wounded imagination

There is always the vibe you put forth

That affects your surroundings

With figures aplenty

I set off to alter the mirrored perceptions

Thought there was enough in me

As the need for more took shape

Laying adrift, amidst the masses

A slow grinding in process took over

With patterns aplenty

We’re suffocating in the repetition

11.The Skeletal Tribe

Our place is the house that force brought forth

In a skeletal cage, our mentality left astray

Our minds and hearts together contain soul

Death, detached from nothing but yourself

Breathe, for there is a need for more

Live, for we are only on the first floor

There is more

A life, dreams of a distant civilization

When seasons shape right into another season

Inside, you remain intact yet in so many places

When reason cannot be duplicated by the tribe

Breathe, for this is the routine we have

Live, for it is a death that recycles us

There is nothing

I looked into them, you looked into me

Viewing it as a whole for what it was

12.    An Interval Between Us

Those final seconds promote thought

Those final seconds promote fear

Why is it that we have to record to remember?

Why should one neglect in order to become a member?

Identical structures keep us all down below

Everything builds up to something

The area where fronts diminish

Can you feel what is real?

Let that purity come to be

It’s inside of you and me

Reside in the open area

13.    See-Through Mist

No words can see through me

Everything I wish to be

When I see you I want to know you

It’s something in your eyes speaking to me

Time is elapsing, no sense in losing you

I remain, not in a daze, you make me orderly

But I’m going too deep

This is not the time to think

You are my need, one solution in the distance

A being which permeates without resistance

14.    An Awkward Silence

Faces breed thought

Nature breeds prediction

As you may stay for them

We stay here, for them

As you may become vulnerable

We stay invisible, when vulnerable

As you may feel detachment

We stay inside, slowly isolating ourselves from our self

15.    Real Eyes

In this world of mass herding

Infinite shit force-fed to you

Cut out your eyes and look into your face

What you see is the I”, so you stare the other way

Have you been feeling a true sense of terror

Trembling at the sight of your infinite errors

In this world of mass herding

Infinite shit force-fed to you

Your eyes have been changed forever

Choking on old words, realize the error

Constant gaining yet always decimation

Realization, devoid of a natural rhythm

16. Taking It All In

A sparrow, forever in a repetitious loop

Creating exact sounds at exact times

I have consumed so much reality

Yet death has been avoided

Yet my mind remains functioning

Yet the sky still summons me

We all want the real version

We’ve all built our personalities

From that first light,

We are on our own

Taking it all in

The force of creation

The gift of imagination

17. Circle Mass

Touching the surface of a sea

Containing the lives of you and me

Swimming in the deep areas

Only few would choose to see

I want to see

But my eyes are so hard to open

I have to believe

That this wall cannot be broken

18. Backwards

Put it under a microscope

See it for what it is

Then regurgitate the self

Where have I lost what I had?

I used to be able to navigate

Now there is a wall in place

When will I go back to normal?

Plentiful amounts of those

Where has it all gone?

I can’t find anything inside

19. Ditch Sewn Singular

Single that out, that one unknown cause

In this, we can all be a contradiction

In this, we are unaware of the highly visible

No hesitance whenever cynicism is stitched together

No vacant space in this ditch sewn singular

In this we resist because we exist together

In this, I am true inexperience

Unaware of what those lives deem visible

We can all work like packaged items

Perpetually avoiding the obvious

Stare into it, fear is too natural

20. A Colourless Solution

The red and black horizon

Paints a picture of the otherside

From the bottom of the deepest ocean

To the morning calls of a secluded rainforest

To go deeper, there is nothing left to discover

To go further, always something there for us to find

From the structures of chaos

The birth of new ideas

There among the infinite

Lies another infinite and so on

21. Redder

Started at the finish to memorize

Multi-rotating circles hypnotize

Generic feelings are gone

Just haunted by someone

Into ease (more please)

I have fallen asleep, fear

Far too much relief near

See-through, forever remaining unknown

A comfort zone equals a name in stone

Numb (bound to succumb)

Close your eyes, open doors

Look towards the glowing source

What colour saturates your state

Yet only reminds us of one’s fate

Succumb to horror (some more)

Is it shining too bright

Or burning like light

22. Active Lens

Trace things back

Erase that fear

We need something to fill that gap

So we keep on adding, combining

Every act is guided by the process

Within every creation, a lens to view through

All is black

One infinite year

Nothing is what we are without each other

A mind perpetuates, motivates, together…

An active imagination, overly

An active lens, transparency

23.  Twenty-three

Peaking through one maze you contained

Like inner workings of a mechanized automate

Climatic pressures pounding everyday

Staring into the nothingness, about to fade

As you are inching towards change

Someone has said you are the same

Want to create and or innovate

Obligated to long, lone journey away

Quickly, the sand dissipates, an ant’s intention

The words they say should only matter to them

You have it in you to transcend this behaviour

I want to apply it, a force-field from nature

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