Clearly confidently conscious
Of what I must achieve
Not knowing what is relevant
Only knowing that I must leave

When I wake up in the morning

I feel as though no boundaries apply

To me and my intimate creations.

Being created by fire

By the energy and warmth at the alter

I bow down sadly, but not hopeless

Ending my long and tedious path

Through that which I do not

Understand.

Why then should

I go where no man goes? Because

That is where the unconscious flows

Forever till it drops off at four points.

It is what challenges us that holds us

In this divine orbit that is life.

Your life is like meteors,

flying multicolors but

Its mostly red tide and fallen arches

And summer evenings

with intimate disclosures that pop

in and out of

Existence.

Dreams are like asteroids

So destructive but yet so untouchable,

Just Like she who exists

Solely for her own

Thoughts and perceptions. Unlike

many People who seek perceptions in illusions

And delusions, the real confusion

of experience Is how you perceive it

as appose to others around you.

Characterizations of an idle

hand, hard and heavy, bearing a load that

Should be light.

But light is only a matter

Of will, not radiation, and forever remains

in Existence due to internal fermentations.

A drip there, a drop here,

is it seemingly Nowhere?

Somewhere? The only way out

Is through a hole in the wall, or a ceiling if

You prefer, through climbing a beanstalk

Up to the clouds above where men reveal

Inner piousness and show no shame.

For all those who do not understand they

Will not be punished, only forced to repeat

Over and over the lessons

they have not yet learned,

the bitter conference held between lovers

Fallen into the cracks

Of day to year to decade,

we follow our hearts,

our heads,

and sometimes even

Our spirits are uncertain which way the

Tide ebbs in our lives and when we peak

GRACIOUSLY WE CHOOSE SALVATION

Graciously we choose salvation, for only
Through this we will achieve resurrection
And dismiss all understanding
Otherwise known as petty formless filler.
No medicine is powerful enough to relieve
All the pain in the world. But we must
transform that pain into suffering,  For
Only then we will learn from it. It is an
Understatement to say that our needs are dire
But if man is yet to attain spiritual oneness
With the enlightened deities of divineness
One must make oneself available to
Critique. But we reap no benefits from
This exercise if we are not wholly and
Truthfully open to ourselves to be
Criticized. Must this be Armageddon?
I’m getting tired of all this babbling and
Nonsense dishing out offerings of reason
And chaos, falling into a vacuum shelterless
Floating and all is all and nothing is completely
Held or dropped.

Oh what a disgrace

Must be lived but memory erased

We shall prosper in our unity

By certain creatures we cannot see

And at the hour of our last demise

A certain angel in disguise

Allows us to be within that final

Hour our true selves

And within the things we cannot touch

A melting point, a threshold crossed

Almost invisibly, indubitably

And the clutter is cleared

A pathway sought out

With pure intent, of course

And in every spoken word

There is a song to be heard

By those who express a great spirit

They will withstand the verge of pain and time                                       

There are no borders only

Endless boundaries that know not

Of the words beginning and end

For a perfect circle has never

Begun and so it shall never end

   (Its all mathematics and it can

 Easily be erased, like a pencil

          Creating a poem out of time and space)

The silvery disconnected end

(written by a born believer)

The reason for revolution

The reason for revolution
Is to start the evolution
So there can be a solution

The ultimate motivation
Is the true manifestation
To begin the universal Revelation

SORELY SITUATED

sorely situated on a salty seashore side.
sitting sadly in sordid solid solitude
swaying softly swinging and singing
(I am flowing with the tide)
sort of like a sage in satori
this slowing sandstorm is a sacred sanctuary
(a gift from the divine)
satisfaction settles as a scarab scampers in the sand
this scene is somewhat scattered
(as I hold my brain in the palm of my hand)
a schizophrenic scenario though my scope is sane
don’t scrutinize my screwball story
I have sizzling snakes (on my brain)
satire’s never serious
sugar is sweet
while salt is saline

God is Good

Devil is evil

devil backwards is lived

god backwards is dog

man is dogs master

god is mans master

both offer unconditional love and absolute loyalty

for animals know not how to be unfaithful

now man, or woman? Now here, or nowhere?

Goddess said god sseddog because all men are dogs

And evil lives in the hearts and in the minds of the animals.

Evil is essential in order to live to survive we must kill life

Whether plant life or animal life (the ultimate manimal)

And eat the red blood or green chlorophyll (nutrients anyone?)    

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