
The owlhouse
Powerhouse
Telling what i should think and do
Giving me hatred
Sending me hatred
Sending me bad energy
Trying to alter my mood via chemical reactions
IS THAT THE SMARTEST
You’ve got?
Why not just send somebody to make my life hell?
Somebody to tell me what to do
Somebody to tell me my thoughts don’t matter
Or somebody to hurt me
Stab me
Beat me
At least then my escape would be in your regard
Not mine
If there was any secondary or thirdly hell
This would be it
Although i know the divine is everywhere
By jurisdiction
To fuel the illusion in ways
I mean there is beauty
But there is mixed emotions
You could lay in a bed of wild flowers
But then start draining blood all over
Kinda twisted
This realm
Our animal guides
Our witnesses
The natural sphere
My own equation
Is rather great
Never
Was
Supposed
To happen
This way
I threaten the power base
They threaten me
The cycle continues
aLTough
it can never be known
or recorded
only hinted
love for the male thigh
power to heal
significance layered on control
artistic hates me
artistic envelopes me
the power to be
the odd creature
the one that rebels
quietly
and in the most influential way
through a kiss in a dream
or the whisper in your ear
the ability to tri-thousand locate
in one night
how could this happen
the psychic code
the animal beings
our selfless nature
our guiding force
to be mocked
to be made fun of
to be laughed at
and thrown out
to be used
to be infected with
simply a tool
simply swine
to them
the welfare state
cannot continue
they are just swine
well
to me
swine
is pretty
damn
cute
the one anomaly
that can change a path
in a few sentence
shut away
by own chemical imbalance
forced into scenes
he didn’t want to act in
feeding the sauris delusion
only to come out
as changed
i was supposed to have died
i was supposed to be like many
that accepted their sickening suffering
the disease
the infected ones
i was guided
but helped
to see
exactly how this illusion takes place
of course
god cant be here
they need to be away
they are not permitted here
they need us
to show em how it is done
to help other
youngins
escape the words that kill
escape the wizards
escape the trauma
a forest cat
looks at you
been here over and over
cant stop helping you in ways
u have no idea
advocating
on your behalf
returning you pain
to the world that gave it to you
the path of the Buddha
the path of the one
the path of time
and the insistence of the future –Shaun A. Delage