Stay tight -
One slave amongst thousands of kings, queen’s princes, and princesses.
One slave with no money up against those that have a hundred million.
One slave that resists cannibalism, sex torture, sex sacrifice, sex games, abuse, trauma, hell.
One slave up against the Canadian house of Saud.
One slave up against one billion members of the western regional elite.
One slave to beat the massed cavalry.
One slave with no ivy league.
One slave with more class than all those pigs in one room.
One slave amongst the super elite that drink blood and smoke cocaine to further the magic.
One slave enlightens people like me to the ritual trauma at play.
One slave marks the beginning of the apocalypse,
but it has been in effect for two decades possibly longer.
One slave beats illusion.
One slave has angels amongst enemies.
One slave becomes the most powerful being in Canada.
One slave shielded by the protection and guidance of mother earth who knows their sins as well.
When you remind me of my sins what about the greater sins of the status quo.
That is the true causality to the situation.
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Pure bliss -
Finality to theories.
Encouraged to hunt.
Yet crazed to ignore.
Beings left to amuse and converse and behind lock and key.
Theory of independence above all else.
The inclusion of freedom for every soul.
Gay society has flaws.
Canadian society has flaws.
Governance has flaws.
But the magic is... That flaws can always be reversed and fixed.
The sickness instituted on the masses is an oddity for we are the last deserving of it.
I am the supreme regional royalty of the west coast.
The poet that while neurally can set you free.
I can also liberate continents.
Worlds.
Species, and galaxies.
Because that is my ultimate power of love and freedom,
for too much blood has been spilled in their fight.
Hands literally coated with plasma and tears.
Lets discuss freedom and love...
It’s the only things we have left.
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zenophile -
I look in my intensity of a mind’s eye for your very presence
but the only thing I found was evasive feelings of not belonging.
My myth or reality it seems
does not include a life with so much pain and neglect
but here it is.
The world as we know it is simply too hard to take without him, without his energy.
I don’t even know how I did it all.
How did he come into my life was the most ultimate and pressing matter.
Living in a world of abject poverty.
Satanism and divinity intermingled like two atoms meeting and nesting
then splitting apart in a violent burst.
The world without him was almost unbearable.
The one I know sits near me, and holds my hand ever so slightly and ever so intelligently.
I wake with his eyes to meet mine, everyday.
In such a cruel world to live.
A world where love and sex are marketed to the masses but the world takes no part in.
Cruel, senseless, trivial.
The beings that pervade all thought are the ones with senseless desire to make it.
The ones that make their impression clear on the masses
are the ones that take effect in the greater good.
More people wanting, needing, reflecting.
Theories of self, Theories of being.
Theories.
Simple as that.
Confusion for a greater whole.
Confusion for the masses, but individually I am not confused.
Individually I am in love, and this union escapes people for the most part.
Oh how much can change in twenty four hours.
Oh how much people can change.
Oh how much I can change.
I work to attain a spirituality that is evasive,
but not present because the spirituality is too busy to take notice of me.
The weaker one.
The one that cries.
The one that tries, the one that dies.
Simply say it’s so much as the one that needs.
The one that needs him, endlessly.
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nowhere -
Where does causality take you.
For most it takes you nowhere.
But a world of neglect and the realisation.
That there is no path.
Essentially it is those with an actual path,
that many are deathly envious of.
The fact that your consciousness is no longer decided by you alone,
but a full on faculty of the smartest minds in the universe.
Fascinating life.
Where one is many.
But two is a no show.
Where would three ever fit in.
But one with you and one without.
Fascinating it would be to live a different life.
But would you want to?
Most would say yes, paradoxically.
Tempting fate.
Yet looking my enemies square in the face.
Wanting to ascend but having to talk to people that killed saints.
You see these types all over and they will gladly sell their souls,
to remain fattened for one more week.
Rather than go with the uncomfortable notion of hunger.
Nobody will bring you enlightenment.
You have to find it for yourself.
In this very moment I hope I enlighten you, for what else is there ?
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TY -
A certain level of advocating,
Then I think I would be rather aggravating
and alienating.
Trying to be more animating in speech and song and every thing annihilating.
Certain level feel to anticipating
why don’t I try approximating.
Where one could cast off arbitrating in armor plating.
just endless assassinating on behalf of certain level assimilation.
We don’t know where one persists but one where lower level associating
on one level initiating.
There is only one brutality and that is a methodical world.
Thank you Very much
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