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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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Tigger buzz - Shaun Delage


Comfort in illusion yet solace in disillusion of faith.
Solace in comfort yet faith in empowerment.
Infusion directly of belief.
In order of perpetuity.
No struggle unless time bound.
Other than that restricted in inclusion.
Or thought up of encouraging extroversion.
Mindset of interaction.
But more-so timing of self depending on ability.
A sensitivity of mending of souls.
Other selves and other beings in a spacial reality.
Theories abound of selves.
So small they almost are nonexistent.
The writer writes until they break it all down.
Or simply discover the reasoning being the man with the pen.
Either run or fly high through a self so mused with impressionism.
Of an artistic faith.
Or movement,
Most would hardly believe and individual could hack into the collective code.
Time be to unknowing.
Selfless figure in amazement.
Involvement in evolution.
Perhaps you are not made aware of the fact.
The intrigue of the being.
The hatred and secret war on those that resist.
Live for one.
Live for many.
Why does one persist?
To revolt against all this madness?
It is simply a belief in a thought.
Or belief in an ideal.
To live for a second self.
Of only three more times, to go.
Intuition of sanity, and helpless thoughts become one soul.
For the many that are trapped, passionately...wanting to be released.
Cognitive philosophy.
Generalised theory of a self.
Perhaps an automatic writer sent from divinity.
Oneness with ones higher being.
careful not to tread on those that help us along.
But a more-so beautiful smile given to,
those that would happily take our last breath.
Born into bondage, of course one hundred million crimes may be committed.
On the next one you pay a brutal and bloody figurative death, everyone gives up and submits.
That they know of not one being has made it.
Theoretically, given a full faculty of knowing a path.
Discovering a self, beyond that and exuding confidence over seven billion souls
Me, to find my soulbud amidst so much hatred for independence,
will always be difficult.
Considering what they will blackmail him with,
the poor guy.
I will help.
I may never get to lick his lips,
in this lifetime.
But I will make magic while I am here.
My own theory will pervade this occultic matrix,
until this being is found,
and he will be released from hostility.
He will be released from his sins.
He will be forgiven with all of the powers of creation.
There is nothing that can be done to stop this progression.
It is already in place for one soul to meet one being.
Then reunite that being to his soul.
Only time can spit on us, but I will wait for endless centuries to pass.
I will find you.
When your heart meets mine.
You will see that love exists without pain and hatred.
Without sexual slavery, and sadness.
For feeling so empty that love exists without having to explain or simply put, confess...
your inner most secret thoughts
that the solitude you have lived will never be alive again
when solitude feels threatened the mind begins to make angst.
Two beings cannot be alone for existence.
It is painful to the system
and they will take everything down with their pain.
Love knows no hate.
One journey,
no matter how painful,
Can all be healed
and forgiven from.
He is mine, I am his faithfully.
We are not sick.
We are love.
We are not illusion.
We are love.
We are not false love.
We just simply exist as love and then fade away, gracefully.

- Shaun Delage

Ultimate Lurv - Shaun Delage


I am ultimately and incredibly psychic.
I want nothing more than to find my hot sidekick.
I would at once point to something more cyclic.
Given a dash of pure ultimate nitric.
My life for you is seismic.
I am ultimately the writer.
I want nothing more than to find my own survivor.
I would at once point to something more like a spider.
My life for you is to basically be your subscriber.
I am ultimately and incredibly credible.
I want nothing more than to find my temporal.
I would at once point to something more legible.
My life for you is presentable.
I am ultimately and incredibly weaning.
I want nothing more than to find my unseeing”
I would at once point to something more nonspeaking.
My life for you is believing.
I am ultimately and incredibly jaded.
I want nothing more than to find my sacred.
I would at once point to something more antiquated.
My life for you is x-rated.
I am ultimately and incredibly tactful.
I want nothing more than to find my powerful.
I would at once point to something more youthful.
My life for you is fateful.
I am ultimately and incredibly essential.
I want nothing more than to find my central.
I would at once point to something more elemental.
My life for you is evidential.
I am ultimately and incredibly epic.
I want nothing more than to find my prophetic.
I would at once point to something more symmetric.
My life for you is empathetic

- Shaun Delage

Boi vs Man - Shaun Delage

I go about in my outfit fit for a schoolboy.
I walk around with the bulge of a playboy.
I look at you with the eyes of a cowboy.
I seduce you with the touch of a rent-boy.
I ride you with the vigour of a stable-boy.
I take pride in being a masculine lady-boy.
I saunter in and out of your life like a toy-boy.
I wear five star outfits like a bellboy.
I will always be your pride and joy.
I hold your hand like a devoted houseboy.
I guard you like I am a butch viceroy.
My life is uniquely and intrinsically urban.
The old theatre curtain, Swings down on the German.
The priest replaces the spiel with a sermon.
The man looks at me with the gaze a surgeon.
He says my look is somewhat Persian.
I told him, he is somewhat of a perversion.
The beings swarm around me like some black incursion.
I want to fly through the water in a blue filled immersion.
Swimming to the point of complete exertion.
Hoping to sway my mind in a little diversion.
Occupying my thoughts away from the supreme chairperson.
Swimming in my Speedo like a cool-cat sportsperson.
Somewhere I don’t want to be in a state of overburden.
It would be nice to dabble in extroversion.
actually come to think of it, I find solace in introversion.

- Shaun Delage

SyStyMs - Shaun Delage

I lay my head on your powerful shoulder for just one kiss.
I want to be taken into your thoughts of pure bliss.
I would travel with you into a most colourful spectrum abyss.
Loving you like you display that you’re simply my nemesis.
I strike the blows from my face as a simple hit and miss.
Simply taken as you’re being rather prejudice.
I hold your hand through this twisted and lonely metropolis.
Many will try and form a certain degree hypothesis.
My wings are starting to display and it is a beautiful metamorphosis.

- Shaun Delage


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