PoEtiC LiCk

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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CLaM SoUL

Well the opposite of what I thought would happen with the letter to my mother, in it I corrected many misconceptions of my youth and was able to finally and fully tell my story, which I think is an empowering process. She has left all communication with me, but what did I have to begin with in a sense, she doesn’t make any sort of effort to keep up a relationship with me.

She pretty much just left me on facebook and banned my name and I guess she is too ashamed to accept my version of the truth.

One thing I came to terms with in writing a letter to bring peace and hopefully evolve our relationship is the fact that she did too abuse me as a youngster, she chose the man that would inflict untold amounts of physical and psychological trauma on me. She says she was never there or that she never saw anything so it seems like a cop out and an easy one at best.

Part of the letter included the fact that I forgave her, and she chose to end all ties with me which is her choice.

I can now feel what it feels like for the many people that have had parents fail them. There are countless people in society that their parents have cause irreparable harm to them and this is why many people are addicted and in pain, or in jail. People aren’t as eloquent in describing their pain in a five page letter, but I am a very good writer hehe

I keep my mind on the path, it is heartbreaking to not include somebody that should be so close on it and I am convinced that sometimes the greatest people you can trust are strangers rather than your own family.

I think my cats passing has taught me a tremendous amount about life and the path I want to lead. At such a sad time I was willing to express myself to my mother and she just basically cowered rather than deal with it like an adult.

I keep my mind on positivity however, I have a very beautiful life out here in the forest in my cabin/kuti and I have become a lacto-ovo vegetarian again and I am picking up my writing where I last left off in the third book, I think it will be an epic story to bring to the world, part of me wants to finish this story and it’s sequels harmoniously so that I can start working on other projects, the next book, my fourth- I want to do a sci-fi type book :::)

I strongly believe that techno has the power to heal along with time, and that you can overcome any obstacle with a varying spectrum of techno-meditation-time scenario

The best station I listen to is techno station on DI.FM it is awesome haha

Part of me in writing the letter was to bring closure to an otherwise chaotic childhood, and to be able to finally tell my side of the story-in which nobody has asked for, and my mother chose to close the door to our life and that is not my fault, that is something she needs to come to terms with and if she never does than most likely she will hold onto that pain and her side of events for countless decades. The process however painful and anxiety inducing has allowed me to get my side of the story told and to put closure to the events that surrounded my life and in seeing her cower away most likely because she is ashamed –now I know my route or path in life does not include those that are supposedly so close to me.

I see people close with their family and my heart aches in a sense because I never had that tenderness or affection. But it has not stopped me from being trusting and loving to other people, exactly quite the opposite most likely has happened instead of creating an indebted, cruel, angry person the matrix essentially has created a bright shining indigo Buddha scavenged out of the tears and pain from an abusive past.

The whole world is suffering in one way or another, many people don’t have any idea why they are here, how they could choose this place or what is going to transpire. Essentially you can wait for the answers to come to you or you can make your own reality.

-Shaun A. Delage

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