SuPremE one (1) -
Until I find him.
This whole illusion will fall, and I don’t mind taking the karmic tow.
My own internal illusion will fall.
The external 3-D illusion.
Nothing will ever progress.
With so much sadness.
In the most sacred of beings heart.
Solace for the future.
The love is traumatic, until you find the right soul.
For me it is a guy, a beautiful one in spirit.
I know he would know me instantly.
It is a funny notion to arrange to meet.
After all of this time.
He would love me instantly.
I would not have to stress or worry.
In ways I wouldn’t need much.
Just to be able to meet his lips and kiss.
Something he has been training for.
I guess in a way he would have everything taken care of.
Even if he doesn’t it would be fun to try together.
Laying in his arms and figuring out a path together.
Subliminated ideology goes out the window.
When you speak in the language of love.
I just hope he enjoys every bite of divinity...
In its truest and most complete immaculate form.
Because that is what I am here for.
My most supreme and highest love.
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Tigger station -
To be in renunciation, to train in the depths of poverty.
Yet remain in a self that has evolved class wise above most others.
Yet not much to relay in speech.
Comfort in written word.
Timeless nature of self.
The future looks upon me with orgasmic love.
Finality to a being yet substance without safety.
Song of the heart.
Whispers of the soul.
Thoughts of the most evolved.
The most passionate bold love that would hit this dimension,
Would take over by the blazen figurative ideology of both beings.
The dark hair unites and the smiles just can’t stop.
A force that is unstoppable.
Being kept apart for so long would have both alone and literally dying inside.
An illusory world filled with so much hate.
Our kiss would make each other feel complete
And would vibrate into every force of our beings.
But not just that – a kiss with the tongue.
Surrounded by a hundred candles, some fresh flowers and some oils in warm water.
To massage his gleaming back.
To feel every bit of him under my hands.
To kiss him, and help him understand that this took a lot of effort.
But the first meeting and most nerve racking interaction would happen once and be a bliss moment.
But there is always the notion that it can happen every single day of our lives together.
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2 more VocAb -
Anything is possible.
However the suffering without each other is immense.
The radiated eyes of belief.
The soul of passion.
The force of self.
The being of life.
I want to see him.
I want to unite.
I want to taste his bicep, if he doesn’t have one a lick will suffice.
Timeless theories of self.
Thoughts of more beings on earth.
Feelings of only the few.
Thoughts of many.
Timeless sense of being.
Thoughts of one.
Feelings of desire.
Thoughts of chaos.
Timeless desire of independence.
Thoughts if intrigue.
feelings of elusive reality.
Theorizing of inclusion of mind.
Tranced into belief of spectrum.
Yet mindful of the process of protection.
Those that see you and I are nothing in a sense.
Until I look at them and fully see their soul.
The elemental is never beyond touch.
But more-so those that govern have only... One shaded self.
No spectrum.
No elemental.
My world is run on mystery.
Yet revealing the greater war on humanity, and independent thought.
Why my beautiful soul remains here to witness this.
Is made apparent each day I live.
Only to live a life with purpose.
A life of humane treatment and dignity.
A life of calm thought-form.
A life of solitude and bliss.
In the eternal wisdom of the enlightened ones.
May you attach yourself.
Feel their living energy for the natural and loving progression, of your beautiful and meaningful soul. Amazing most
splendid theory.
Of corrupted self amidst theory.
Or self inclined to theory, or being of natural symbiance to theory.
Self amidst trauma yet trauma exists only within.
Having faith in a higher power which only comes from within.
Being gracious amidst the people that will gladly see you fall.
I find many others have faithful interludes with independence.
Beauty and love. Amidst madness and chaos
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Comparitive interests -
She wonders why I am so akin to her.
When the only thing I want is to feel her emotions
The intergenerational love affair
Before this old lady was my inherent need for a desire so strong
And with that I felt love but it was nothing.
Until I found the young woman of my dreams
Whom I love to this day
And she loves me with complete and utter ambivalence
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Waking earth -
Obsessive love to natural theory.
Quite insanity when somebody proposes a new idea.
Articulating speculation.
Foresight into oblivion.
Against all natural bound law.
Obsessive theory of natural existence.
While many sit strangely looking for nothing.
Waking in a world of sleeping people.
Awakening bright eyed after thousands of years in slumber.
Time only as an essence.
But a more figurative philosophy.
Beauty only to those with infusion of ideals.
The actual obsession with growth and the ideology of growth.
Encouraging free thought in others,
Amidst societal intrigue to the opposite.
Power thoughts.
Infused organisation.
Opulent desire.
Quagmire of belief systems.
Paradoxical never ending humanity.
Many selves ago I was defeated.
Many selves in the future I desperately tried to hold on.
But the need to come back and save my soul.
Save my soul from what I did wrong.
So here I sit.
With the encouraging need to direct your focus.
I hope you stay with me
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working werld -
Inclusion into hyper space reality.
Infusion of belief for ideals.
A safer bet to say you are elite.
When others are more-so than you could ever be.
Can you theory the masses.
Or can you splendour the individual.
Amazing eccentric view.
But theory in tune with a thought of equanimity.
Affection for a spacial love.
Effective for the time of faith.
Direction amused for countless futures.
My own shadow.
Is looking and proud of me and proud enough to smile.
The shadow self infused with ideals.
Protective energy amused within.
Occasional spiteful dialogue.
But sticking to a theory at its best is the ultimate in enlightenment.
Figuring out soul theory
Yet a blind face to it all.
Inclusion into a sub base thought form that is here.
Direction into a formidable solution based focus.
Crazed ideology into a sub aero infusion of energy.
Directive stare into thought-form glare and in-like flare.
Beauty amassed to full inclination of thought-field taste the theory...
For the theory is tasting you.
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Brown Cow -
Loving the way I used to be.
I sell my soul to myself every day,
and realise how fortunate I am each hour that Click’s by.
Simply to say that life is useful is one thing.
Another to say life is boring at times.
When the future is all around us.
The future is beyond me and you
and working with you.
Of course you cannot ignore your own dreams and impulse, so be you.
Theory abounds of night-less day’s theory abound of day-less nights.
The only duality of the soul is within your own split self.
The duality of the being, takes over to shine brighter.
Because without duality.
There would be nothing.
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NuM Num'z -
Incredible bliss of encouragement of the masses.
Many countries love to be in tune with you.
Yet you try and travel and quick to say get out.
Safer to say you are illusion.
but better to be illusion than solidity.
In a world of illusion.
If both were real than you could be whole.
There would be no reason for secrets.
No lies.
No pain.
No hurt.
You would be whole,
and like a tasty vitamin.
Yum yum.
So slick.
Need some water.
Wash that pill with twenty four essentials down my slick ass throat.
Yum yum.
Wondering where the stars take me next.
Yet I evolve so casually abound in a time.
The time is not my own and has no relevance.
Yet I have an obsession with it.
But not so much so.
Because if I did like everyone else.
I would age like everyone else.
So better to not keep track of the day or month or year.
I don’t get old like the rest for the common style.
Make sure I live to be two hundred and eight years old.
Yum yum.
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uno one numero 1 -
Awareness of self.
But needing awareness of others.
Meanwhile attaining to be you, and thinking of many selves prior.
Thinking slowly and surely.
Of your most awesome being.
In other places, and wanting to discover the highest point you can achieve.
Your most high, your highest self, your supreme entity.
The one that has dominion over all omni-presences.
The one that can affect change and theorize to your future.
The one that matters.
The one that is like you.
The one that understands you
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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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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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GraPeFruit RaVe
Well here is the first blog post/discourse of 2015
It has been a great year, when I hear the sound of fireworks
and shotguns at midnight on new years eve I couldn’t help but be overcome with
emotion, emotion because I have lived another year and because I personally
have made it this far, we have lost countless people in the past year and for
each and every one of us to make it another one marks a beautiful renewal that
touches each and every one of us even for just a millisecond when the clock
strikes midnight
Many of us are slowly making our way in this structure to
keep ourselves alive, well and healthy. But there are people that do not need
to work so that they can live to survive. I have been taken care of relatively
well the past decade and I am fortunate to be able to be a monk in real life
and follow my spiritual pursuits out in the forest and after a decade of
practice I can say that there is not one set methodology to enlightenment
because it is different for each and every one of us, while I may be striving
for wealth another may be striving to excel in magic or another as a pillar of
their community while another just wants their family to be okay or another
wants to excel in education.
So for any religion to teach a set path to absolute
enlightenment would be an illusion, essentially a religion that can provide the
path to a way of thinking proves to be the most just cause, and I have heard countless
times that ALL RELIGION IS EVIL and just imagine hearing this when you call
yourself a reverend, hahaha it makes you ashamed at that title. I think the
issue with people saying all religion is pointless and not valid to current
times, have simply said that out of ignorance because there is many many paths
one can take, and heck if you can’t find the right one, then take pieces of it
and form your own faith if this is what you think the world needs, for heaven’s
sake don’t waste your life away in ignorance when there is thousands of
Buddhist discourses waiting to be heard or millions of wiccan ebooks waiting to
be studied or masters in meditation or reiki just waiting to teach !
Scientifically all religion may sound like an illusion per
se, but you must ask yourself, where can I find the power to release myself
from countless mindless rebirths, where can I ultimately place my trust to lead
me to absolute and full enlightenment, and where can I spend decades practicing
and not get bored.
For me, these questions found me in my early twenties, I was
at a really difficult time in my life – I was facing 7 criminal charges
including assault on another being with a weapon and I was addicted to various
substances and living a karmically unfortunate existence where one day I was
simply walking down a path in Vancouver and came across a discourse being
taught by S.N. Goenka and that is how the enlightenment, Buddhism, and
meditation found me.
I was finally able to unite with my soul, I was able to see
that I was inflicting harm on others, and I also saw what I was doing to
myself, and had the ability to see what would have happened should I have
stayed on my path and there were two ends, prison or death.
So I faced everything head on and battled my demons and kept
up with the practice and it found me when I needed it the most, now these days
my meditation has evolved into a new level of meditation – of course a waking
awareness type with no distracting thoughts which I find absolutely wonderful-
only because I see people in real life so to speak that just race from one
thought to another
And my meditation has evolved into directed and various
different types I have invented or discovered and it is only unique to me, what
I have discovered however I still laugh at the thought that if I won say
$50,000,000 in the lottery –I think people would want to ‘understand’ my
meditation technique lol
We need distractions yes to operate but when your whole life
is set up with distractions what kind of life are you leading? You come home
after ten hours at work –working for somebody else’s goals, turn on the
television and watch another 4 or 5 hours of illuminated programming and go on
the computer for an hour and then go to bed off to another dimension….where do
you find YOU?
I have always thought that of course you need to zone out
and give yourself a rest but at least give yourself an hour of meditation and
then way later in the day another hour when you have forgotten about the first
hour, then some affirmations then some books to help you on your path then you
will be able to figure out your true path, why you are here and where you are
going after
I definitely want to have control over where I go after this
place, that is my #1 task
Happy New Year Blogbuddies
Have a good start to 2015
-
Shaun A. Delage
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