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Cornelius Coburn
Jan 13 '23
Deep Silent
Spatially expanding liquid sea of silence initiated of the infinitesimally small, luminal/superluminal omni-directional propagating aethereal blanket of nothingness; the figurative artist preparing its canvas to be followed by a work of art.
Deep Silent Complete (The Sirens are Calling for Me(Black Sea))
Edit : spacing. Basically submit the same exact thing and after about four attempts it finally sticks, and all for an empty line.
- Method to the madness; sometimes insanity really does pay off
The Forum post is edited by Cornelius Coburn Mar 5 '23
Cornelius Coburn
Mar 1 '23
Not Falling
Cast me to the abyss; I will re-emerge when the conditions are right, eternity is my saviour, always
Cornelius Coburn
Mar 5 '23
Serenity
Skies above
cerulean blue
graduates
a different hue
Reflections down
darks of blue
to shades of green
gradient browns
and in betweens
Darker still
'till 'neath it seems
very dark
nearly black
Deeper down
still, 'til lack
thereof
Cornelius Coburn
Mar 13 '23
The Sirens
in nigrum holoserica mare silentium
Do not fear the silence
the wailing of the sirens
the black velvet sea
For this to be
the source of all
that was ever loved
eternally
The Forum post is edited by Cornelius Coburn Mar 13 '23
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Cornelius Coburn
Mar 2 '25
A Rainbow in the Dark
Ten concentric spherical layers of cosmic evolution
initiated of the infinitesimal
The primordial godseed forever expanding at the speed of light
into nothingness
The seed that will ultimately come to fruition
as a metaphorical tree of life
the seed to tree and the tree to seed
ad infinitum
That is the infinity
forever scattered
to the winds
of eternity...
Like a Rainbow in the Dark
Member Berardo Rodriguez
Jun 19 '25
The Satanist mentality is to be able to know or recognize when I'm writing reality, symbolic, fantasy , magically, sarcastically, etc., to discern in between darkness and light, above and below, Hell and Heaven, good and evil , Paradise or the Abbys , The Dark Lord and the Prince of slaves, Demons and Angels, Churches and Clubs, and so on. Here in S.I.N. there are a variety of thoughts, ideas, philosophies, religious points of view, believers and unbelievers in the occult and atheist... symbolically THIS IS PART OF THE ABBYS.
Cornelius Coburn
Sep 6
Fractal Insanity&The Dancing Shadows
A jewel cut from the infinite
still holds the infinite whole
Each facet a world
Each world a face
—of the same eternal stone—
The loop turns inward
reason feeding reason
refining itself to clarity
a spiral tightening
around the heart of truth
The blade turns inward
paring thought to seed
from one clear line
the manifold grows
And from the unmade
the anomaly remains
not as remnant
but as root
...where recursion flows...
Name the nameless
by the shadow cast
and the presence felt
A jewel cut from the infinite
still holds the infinite whole
Each facet a world
Each world a face
—of the same eternal stone—
The loop turns inward
reason feeding reason
refining itself to clarity
a spiral tightening
around the heart of truth
The blade turns inward
paring thought to seed
from one clear line
the manifold grows
And from the unmade
the anomaly remains
not as remnant
but as root
...where recursion flows...
Name the nameless
by the shadow cast
and the presence felt
in turning thought...
The Forum post is edited by Cornelius Coburn Sep 6
Cornelius Coburn
Sep 12
Black No. 1
Black is without frequency
Yet it holds every wavelength
that forgot how to move
A stasis that erases
A silence that absorbs
the urge to speak
Absent all saturation
Nothing left
for light to claim
Dampening the flame
Leaving only
the cold memory of smoke
A remnant of what was
An anchor weighed down
Black is without frequency
Yet it holds every wavelength
that forgot how to move
A stasis that erases
A silence that absorbs
the urge to speak
Absent all saturation
Nothing left
for light to claim
Dampening the flame
Leaving only
the cold memory of smoke
A remnant of what was
An anchor weighed down
by its own zero
The Forum post is edited by Cornelius Coburn Sep 12
Cornelius Coburn
Sep 18
Beyond The Treeline
It's an eerie sensation
beyond the treeline
Where circle-stones stand
draped in damp green moss
The quiet doesn't rest
It feeds off your energy
and interrogates the mind
As it beckons without words
pulling you deeper
peeling back your pulse
like wet bark
And then there is
that moment of clarity
when you suddenly realize
in what seemed like minutes...
Two hours had passed...
Beyond the treeline
It's an eerie sensation
beyond the treeline
Where circle-stones stand
draped in damp green moss
The quiet doesn't rest
It feeds off your energy
and interrogates the mind
As it beckons without words
pulling you deeper
peeling back your pulse
like wet bark
And then there is
that moment of clarity
when you suddenly realize
in what seemed like minutes...
Two hours had passed...
Beyond the treeline
