Tinkertot Lurv
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I look at you in my mind’s eye and see your being.
I know you’re somewhat lost,
yet have it all together.
I know I love you.
But you’re out there.
Perhaps not even on earth.
Which is a choice I am facing.
I see you.
I see me.
I don’t see anything else.
Perhaps I am greedy.
Perhaps I need you.
Or perhaps we need each other.
Because why go through life without your mate?
I know if the choice comes I will evolve.
That is all I have ever done.
Evolved with the best intentions.
To not even hurt those that would gladly blood let me in
open forum.
I see the suffering and I know he will be there.
He will amaze me.
He will make me cry with his stories.
I see so much of myself in the world.
But I belong to ME according to universal,
notwithstanding legal based society.
There is no earthbound government or being that can sway,
trap, imprison, or kill me.
If it does happen.
I may fade away.
Or I may become a part of every living being on earth.
So it is in their best interests to sustain my being.
Because they are scared.
And it will happen.
But I am going to be here for a very long time.
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DVC
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Perfection in forehead and brow.
Piercing eyes.
Nose with a small bead on end.
Softened lips reddish/pink.
Bright white teeth peering out,
ever so coy.
Heightened yet masculine cheekbones.
Bit of hair above the lips.
Boyish yet manly face.
Smaller ears.
Darkened hair.
Blue, yet changes colour weekly.
Fake piercings, candy bracelets.
Broad shoulders.
Hazed-tanned skin.
Huge arms, long too.
Small but defined Pecs.
Perfect guyish nipples.
Contour of chest.
Abs cast in marble-like oceanic, could slide or glide off
into celestial.
Smaller belly button.
Extremely toned waist.
Thin yet bulky.
Instituting a body that is built to please.
Hair above a manly rod-cut, yet perfect.
Long and thin.
Perfectly ordained to give a lasting pleasure.
Root chakra skin so tempting.
Back cheeks so round, muscles–inviting and tempting-bits of
hair.
Long legs with bigger thighs.
To fuel a long run in the woods.
Smaller feet-definitely do not reflect the manly equipment.
Toenails perfect.
Lip curled up, top lip bigger than bottom.
Piercing eyes. Softened tone-with deadly eyes.
I run my hand across his forehead and know how close I came
to death.
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Body stalk
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Character composition of a brotherly bodybuilder.
One arm as big as both of mine.
This beauty must need loads and loads of protein.
I imagine his hairy yet waxed body in certain places.
Lust.
But pure intrigue.
Singled out as a higher self.
I would ride him.
Show him who is boss.
I would at once, put on his huge giant clothes.
Pretend to be his higher self and walk with pride.
Casually tripping over my own massive feet.
I could afford anything to buy him.
I could say I love him, and he knows it I could wear his
outfits and get sweaty and hard.
I would run in his boxer briefs.
To feel where he is most comfortable.
Slide on his socks .
Lick them before they grace my feet.
Taste the mans core.
A place so worked,
yet none would admire.
I would explore pieces of my fringe alter ego.
Definitely dress him up like a ken doll.
Hold his hand until dripping or leaking sweat.
Knowing nobody would dare say a word about us, to a man his
size.
A sensitivity in his very seductive glance.
Tender, loving touch, traces pyramids in my wrist.
A knowledge of hey bud, I love you.
Thank you. I know.
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STEALTH poweR
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Secretive powerful entities entrap my energy.
The master trickster.
Being that is sold.
That is traded
one self.
That is odd yet very complex.
Figurative natural sound.
A poetic prose.
A state of being...
colour wheel, rainbow love.
Life entwined,
places unheard of.
A state of wonder
-but placement into an alter of corrupted thought
-a stealth by nature.
A virtual western suicide bomber
-not fashioned in weaponry
-or chemicals but
energy.
A process of thought
deceived at every turn.
A great mind loving the inherited.
Knowledge.
The wisdom that cannot be bought or traded or sold.
Or even stolen.
You must be invited to express yourself
and your beautiful singular mind.
Thoughts of everything as digital repatriation.
Would single one out for targeted sense.
A knowing unheard of.
First of its kind artistically speaking.
An incarnate of many that cannot articulate nor comprehend.
The magnanimity of the situation at play.
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Scruffalog
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Beauty to me.
Beauty to you.
A self of many.
Yet led totally raver astray.
Seduced by colour so fictional.
In place.
Seems rather trivial to me.
Wonder of a thought out of place.
Vibe out of self.
A video game.
Crazy and perverse realities.
Playing out in hyper duality.
Springing into action.
Per second.
No spectrum.
Only shaded illusion of the colour wheel.
Buy me, buy this,
I will sell a soul of my senseless self.
Much like a homeless guy on a street corner
collecting coins with peoples fingerprints on them.
For various intelligence agencies.
I don’t understand my very nature of being
Why sell out so early,
Systematic corruptive stare.
Amusement for beings trapped in infinite market wisdom.
Singles out a being as being intolerant.
My soul is far more beautiful and precious then ever thought
possible.
I would never give into gradual dismay.
Or loss of singular reflective self.
To be part of elusive illusion.
Always super imposing scattered delusion.
Just be us for every part of life.
You still get you.
But you also get me.
What is there not to love.
I think I’ll stick with me only.
Thanks so much.
You keep you.
I keep me.
I stay I.
Ours is no more but never ending thought form of fringe
reflective bliss.
Natural being-solid matter.
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kow
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The cow of a woman was my wife,
And after some real lumberjack women love-in.
I had a fear that there would be no worry, nor doubt.
The cow was really myself, after ten years of not wanting to
face my past.
However I felt in this skin, skin, skin.
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Stella Bella
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Almost four weeks old.
Beautiful,
sleeping.
Never stares.
Just looks a few times.
Meets your sight.
More-so the registration of an auric field is enough.
Sleeping calmly in my arms.
Tiny hands grasp onto my index finger.
Other hand,
My pinky.
Long darkened auburn hair shields a soft spot.
Flows around the ears.
Keeps tiny head warm.
Small breaths.
Waking every half hour or so to stretch.
Let out a cry or mumble of a cry.
Trying to cry.
Nothing to cry about,
I guess.
Sleeping in my left arm,
I prop it up on the leather sofa.
I fear of dropping the baby or perhaps its neck is too much
to one side.
Perhaps she is saying in some manner that...
I’m doing ok!
If I had an angry or unforgiving energy my belief.
Is she couldn’t stand to be in my arms.
She would cry at once.
Eyes open slightly to meet yours.
Too tired to really notice.
Incredible deep eyes.
Sort of a future being looking at you.
Perhaps a princess from another galaxy.
Feeling of calmness and a soul.
Shuts them to wander off to dream of colours, shapes, fuzzy
animals.
Rabbit yellow jumper.
Almost matching yellow layabout pillow.
Mostly etheric energy.
Of course a nice sensation of being carefully watched by an
unknown power animal.
Is funny indeed, nothing really earthen, more of a fantasy
creature.
Children dream that they exist.
The belief that they do.
Fourteen year old coon-cat fuzzy wants to meet her.
What a sight!
The things to take pleasure in seeing on this earth.
Sitting in a meadow with an eight week old babe,
a fuzzy cooncat,
surrounded by yellow and purple petals.
Greenish spring fresh cut grass.
Some fresh water on hand.
Baby food, some snacks for the adults.
Baby milk, baby case, toys, extra jumper.
She looks off but needs you for years.
Sensitive paternal and maternal instinct shines brightly and
beautifully.
Baby bed with five blankets covering her tiny soul.
Sensitivity abound with the natural philosophy of soul
incarnation.
A viewpoint that would remind one that we are never
forgotten.
That new lives are coming into focus.
That will guide and protect us when we can’t do it for
ourselves.
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Boiled egg - Shaun Delage
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Battling the inner divinity.
Intrigued by certain philosophy.
Either ignoring my prince to be.
Or submitting to his kiss.
The trauma of being in love.
The enlightenment in choosing nothing at all.
Wanting to be his art piece.
Wanting to be choosing neither.
A pet or a broadcast being.
Where is the enlightenment not being able to choose
anything.
How should I ignore those I love to being salvation.
Being a personal guru to many.
Wanting to find a nirvana state of mind.
Is there such a nirvana in not doing anything.
Or shall I find the choice of making it all on my own
Huddling by a tree.
Not wanting to be a part of much, but the development of my
bloody egg like flesh in my head
Perceptive skills of the future.
What good is the skillset if I cannot help others.
Choosing the recluse.
Wonderment of the ages.
Renouncil of technology.
Of the being I adore most.
Of the flesh I care to taste daily.
Of the eyes I wish to stare into for ages.
Of the person I want to call my lover.
If he believes in me I shall give him my time in belief.
I want to be his intensity.
I want to serve his needs.
I want to kiss his ear.
I want to bathe him.
I want to run my tongue down his arm.
But I wonder if the path of the enlightened ones, is simply
another ism.
Meant to lead us away from the path.
I know my purpose.
My purpose is him.
My purpose is to be inspired by him.
His love, his radiating energy and his beautiful soul.
I simply cannot wait.
Until he appears.
If he doesn’t.
I will gladly choose the path.
Of the enlightened ones
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Saucy
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Scent of a man,
licking his pits,
unknowing to himself...
worked all day.
Scent of a tigerthat
has just feasted...
bloody cat snout,
Although it’s natural.
Illustrious nature of those that govern.
Infusion of beliefs into our culture by Intravenous drip.
A placement above the rest.
A desire to create abundance.
Amusement of those that are the ultimate key holders.
A poet in one of hundreds of styles.
But not in alien language.
My own selfless figure eight.
That awakes and takes shape.
Every day, I sit like a virtual inmate.
Most just say, pour some sauce on life it
is easier to digest.
The force of being held quite close.
The stare of those that have nothing on the inside but
everything on the outside.
The hurt of those that have nothing on the outside but much
to give inside.
One story to tell amongst millions.
One order shouted quietly in your ear to make some toast
with butter on it.
To follow for a short time,
then forget.
Be my exclusive club.
Just let me suck on your flesh.
Oh done.
Were done.
Goodbye
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Tigger buzz
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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.
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Ultimate Lurv
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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
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Boi vs Man
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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.
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SyStyMs
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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.
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Conception
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I look around and wonder at all the pain and oppression.
Seems the going intellectual notation is suppression.
Fuelled by ignorance and aggression.
Wanting more in this society and a natural progression.
I make it my beautiful little obsession.
Otherwise collectively we will all die of depression.
Wanting to creatively alter my own expression.
Facing this darkened deception.
Only wanting in the process my own redemption.
Having a deeper love for affection.
While others focus on their own perfection.
Let us all be characters in our own ascension.
Blasting out of this realm into the other dimension
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Aristocratic trends in fashion
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The lace and ruffles of the spirit
entwined in nature of the most natural and present realms
known to exist
in our most glorious century of pacifism.
so casually seated on her horse and carriage
she is a sight to be beheld in beauty,
for the being is understandable at most,
to a more inclined stature of self.
The informative life of inclusion of love
I look at her breast
and I look at her neck
then my eyes drift to scan her beautiful self as a whole
being of life
energy and upliftment to all in a needing society
for wondrous involvement of a life I once knew without her.
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FeRRet guRu
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Enmorph me into my next vibe.
Entrance me into my next situation.
Allure of the ones that govern.
I want to be like them.
I think not.
A life of emptiness.
No happiness.
Your face turns ugly.
At least with me I can trance somebody in a single look.
Why age.
Why defeat.
Why abuse.
When you can be free?
The game would have one believe.
That with so much money you will be free.
Like a cheat code in any virtual game.
It gets very boring after about three weeks.
When you have four hundred and ninety million virtual
dollars,
And only about four hundred things to buy.
You have options open, to torture, to fetish, to hurt.
I like my life... Simple, to the point, exploratory.
I am not hoodwinked.
I am not haunted by paralysis.
I am not of a collective mindset.
I don’t live in a prison,
I have a guarded yet sincere personality.
I offer my smile willingly to those deserving.
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TickyPan
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I swim past the oceanic green hue in Cannes.
Working on a hawt and seductive natural tan.
Boyishly cute my next endeavour is in Milan.
I fly through the day and night like a sort of batman.
But, still stuck around people on the level of a caveman.
I look into my eyes in the mirror and see an iridescent
cyan.
Outrunning and outgunning the ugliness of a corrupted
lawman.
I still take time to ride him, like a stuntman.
I hear of, in the distance a sort of paranoia about the
Taliban.
Thinking all in all... it is all about the man to man.
I know I am going to be a self made super span.
Wearing the tights of the super sexy and elite Spiderman.
I walk through the earth like a supersized shy lamb.
I know deep down inside I am just another angry young man.
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1 that is Mated
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My theory sometimes goes into the sphere of being faded.
I walk with two feet and two arms, somewhat jaded.
I believe in my heart to my being,
Being somewhat sacred.
Knowing full well what those that govern us have a full
hatred,
A society so degraded,
A flesh being so x-rated,
An ego so deflated.
I walk my path so incredibly animated,
I look at you and know in one look if you are dedicated.
You look at me and know with two glances that I am
liberated,
Somewhat elevated,
Usually pixilated.
Where one soul would meet another to become integrated.
Then choose to be completely isolated,
Our lives are intrinsically complicated.
Living in delusion of being mutilated,
The power structures can evolve exaggerated.
Living in a filth realm of being decapitated,
Slowly eradicated, humiliated, contaminated.
Those that guide us will always be illuminated,
unsophisticated, under populated.
Please guide me away from this simulated game theory,
And into my own evolution, as a real human being.
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ClockWerK
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My speech hails from another life.
My being is present yet unaware.
Your life is far more shaded than I.
The only life I know is mine.
I would never try and unlock your heart.
I want people to know we will all be enlightened.
Those that want to be it will attain it.
You already are enlightened.
So am I, so are your neighbours, so is that person you know.
Make some time to say I love you to somebody today.
Or at the very least send a smile to somebody, it is a gift
that cannot be misunderstood.
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DawgHound
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Lying on this planet I feel somewhat bound,
My heart is searching and wandering waiting to be found.
My feet walk a billion steps in a night endlessly on the
ground.
Wondering what sort of thing I will hear next, perhaps a
sound.
Tying my hand up then going three sixty and unbound.
I look away and know that I fully well astound.
Somewhat of a linguistic that is incredibly profound.
Astutely recognized and many would simply want it around.
Without my energy in their life they are bordering on
unsound.
Playing in your mind like you’re used to on the playground.
Or in the fairground.
Or on the greyhound.
Or on the rebound...Winks
Many look through life as if they are ice-bound.
Spell bound.
Earthbound.
I want to have the energy level of a bloodhound.
Homebound.
Saved the day.
Earth is my showground.
Passing by a cute wolf hound.
Escaping with my spirit completely over to the underground.
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Fantastik
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I look and stare at awe at my skills for the graphic.
I wander around able to lock on as an empathic.
I sign my name with heavily pronounced calligraphic.
My world around me is subconsciously pornographic.
People take snapshots of my life ever so photographic.
I see the world as being completely and one hundred percent
psychopathic.
I see his eyes ever so romantic.
He sees me ever so stigmatic.
He laughs at my deeper quality of being nomadic.
I smile at his flair for the dramatic.
I find him completely cinematic.
I know it will take some skill to find him, and not to
mention, tactic.
I know in the future the world will find our union
problematic.
But only to the system.
I would love to sail away with him on a voyage seemingly
transatlantic.
I only see our union as something that could best be
described as intergalactic.
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NicNic
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My own being (and nobody else) is my own critic.
I sit around with those that love me at a beautiful picnic.
I look around at a beautiful man and want to mimic.
I walk every step insanely rhythmic.
I know people all around are unjustly cynic.
Seeing past the madness and illusion of the ritual Olympic.
Looking at the moon somewhat ecliptic.
Feeling the pleasure in people’s eyes is somewhat sadistic.
I write with a flair and original style for the artistic.
I know in my heart I am better off and more sophistic.
Looking around it is hard to ignore most of the horrific.
But I see a lot in that around me that is somewhat terrific.
I live way on the cool breezy pacific.
Wanting to be somewhat puristic, ignoring the holistic, and
trying to be prolific.
Yet desiring in others for them to be specific.
I walk with a stride somewhat intrinsic.
I ignore the more practical nature and look into being more
analytic.
Seeing that ninety percent of others out there crave, that,
in the masochistic.
I smile and flash my teeth in the fashion of being somewhat
voyeuristic.
I want him to be a bit egotistic, idealistic, modernistic.
Walking in and out of the system is somewhat surrealistic.
Perhaps my dreaming self is somewhat over optimistic
It is somewhat of a distasteful sickening acidic
They bounce that title on me but I know deep down inside, I
am simply.
Telepathic.
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EyE EyE
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I look at myself and see you.
I see him and look at myself.
I look at us and see him.
I look at her and see us.
I look at us and see her.
I look around and see us.
I look up and I see them.
I look over you and I see us.
I look about and see a lot.
I intensely shine a beautiful energy.
One not to be mistaken with pure bliss.
Not jaded by what most would surround themselves with.
I write with a viewpoint that distances myself from the
words
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Enigma
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Involved yet amused.
Simply but eccentric.
Courageous yet scared.
Tough yet hurt.
Intuitive but unknowing.
Selfless encouragement but self hatred.
Oblivion embracing familiarity.
Obsession built on common love.
Instil a believing spirit in an emotionally withdrawn
person.
A true avatar, a true guru, a true mystic, a true evolved
being.
Always careful, knowing, all too powerful.
Never wanting that power to be interpreted as arrogance.
Never wanting to let anybody know of the most awesome
supreme power of the divine.
My thoughts are my own my confessional romanticism
An incredible shining belief one where no other faith,
dogma, ism, or cult could ever penetrate.
A dimensional prophet.
A dimensional mystic.
The sight into the unknown.
What most are scared to see.
Because most cannot and will not comprehend.
I am careful not to judge another culture.
I am sure they can be just as weirded out by me as I them.
How could he see. Without being given the key to travel?
Without the vehicle.
It is unsurpassed and cannot be copied.
It is rare.
I know others are out there.
Usually told they are an oddity or distasteful to the
general status quo.
Why stay earthbound.
But better yet...why give over your own psychic code?
For the ability to travel, when you can perceive the most
amazing and immaculate concepts of the universe on
your own, many are scared of this ability.
They believe it is unworthy of attention.
Or hell based like a portal has been opened.
I say only this, the only thing hell based is a perceptive
skill limited to our own earth based systems of
comprehension.
I know this as well. that most academics are taught and
moulded to be the super computer they are yet lack one
essential quality... the intellect.
Infusion of a more combined status of the avatar.
I don’t want to be known.
I don’t want money or attention.
I just want to be able to relate what is shown to me, what
is gifted as sight.
I can’t tell you if you’re getting married in ten years, to
a person with blonde hair or if you will win the lottery in
about twelve years and get a blue car in four.
Perhaps I can, but in some ways I need human contact to be
able to tell you.
Lock onto your aura.
I am one.
one in seven billion, an actual being with a quality of
evolution in mind.
To me that is the only way to live life, Locked into a core
belief that doesn’t belong to me is the definition of
insanity.
One piece of advice, there is truth in mental illnesses.
Some illnesses are closely intertwined with the divine
nature of being.
The ability to hear other realms, and perceive that which is
out of this reality.
The uber intellects and psychiatrists know this, but better
yet.
They also know that there is a diagnosis to fall back on for
every faction of society.
Quickly judged, sentenced and killed off without
understanding the true nature of the being.
Nothing has to be this way and I can assure you...
That the people that are akin to the evolved beliefs will
rise up again and manage this planet in the most beautiful
ages of enlightenment, with some help from establishment.
No drastic revolution is needed. No blood spilled. No signs
to wave. No rocks thrown at windows
There will always be discord.
But what we need is evolution running the show.
Not death bound individuals with no possible perception of
evolution.
Nor the desire for enlightenment.
Or the ability to help others succeed.
Foresight of knowledge.
In safe design for melding of souls.
I can’t escape u, nor can you escape me.
I love you as you have always imagined.
Yet I live for theories, design and making things happen.
I love this self that I inhabit.
There is no more that needs to be done.
The enlightened self, of two, maybe three.
One being in a thousand. Billions follow his every move.
Because they have failed in some way.
Or left the scene, they remember you.
They remember who you were.
They will guide and protect you.
Because they are in a place that cannot be described.
【ツ】••*:•○●♫♪*¨¨*:•○●♫♪ $回▓ ☺·•°°*¨¨*:ॐ【ツ】
Taking in Life
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Self of nature,
Self of rhythm,
Self of future,
Self of epitome,
Self of stature,
Being of multiplicity.
One of the greatest romantic, confessional poets of the new
millennium.
Community of one.
Community of seven.
Beings of twelve,
Trials of eleven,
Hatred of five,
and the tests of twenty.
Seclusion of seventeen.
Infusion of zero.
Amusement of fifty, Craziness of nine.
Occasional enlightenment of one.
Beings that inhabit your soul, will call out.
Beings that see you as a super imposed reality, will mock.
But who knows what deals they have made?
Those beings that would lock away the masses and throw away
the key.
They wear a red sash and call people names without thinking.
They speak out of ignorance.
But mainly out of jurisdictional law.
One would assume that the beings are only in the many.
But the beings inhabit quite so few.
That if we could see them in a room.
Without the guards and the locks, and without the uniform to
impose.
But never mind the fact that spilled blood was soaked on
their sash and robes.
That hearts were rubbed on the very clothes they wear.
While they sentence you to a few years to be raped and
abused.
The most vulnerable in society. It is sickening to think of,
but to me...
They would not matter very much.
【ツ】••*:•○●♫♪*¨¨*:•○●♫♪ $回▓ ☺·•°°*¨¨*:ॐ【ツ】
【ツ】••*:•○●♫♪*¨¨*:•○●♫♪ $回▓ ☺·•°°*¨¨*:ॐ【ツ】
JeffyTrix
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Entering the matrix without understanding the matrix,
People placed around you in a more knowing impression.
Nothing to be feared, just something to be cautious of.
I see myself in him at age twenty yet haven’t aged a day.
Now age wise I am an old dinosaur to him,
funny people see us together and imagine us to be in high
school.
Preppy meets ray ban.
I want to show him, my ways, my theories, my being.
yet a lot holds me back.
I know he only wants to be enlightened, to not feel lonely
when surrounded by people.
More-so to be set free from an internal prison,
people with chaotic looks around you making you feel
horrible.
Looking in his eyes I see enlightenment.
I don’t want to freak him out, but I understand why were
both here.
Why we both met however odd it was to me... it was
beautiful, to him... it was digital.
hoping to find the best of them all,
in some ways I am perfect for him,
in others I could never be.
In some ways I could do whatever I could to make him happy.
But something he needs to understand.
Which many don’t ‘innerstand’ is the need to temper
materialistic desires.
Many people cover their own internal pain with beautiful
shining things.
It is best to live simply I am sure he understands.
The thoughts surround me of who he will be in five years.
The thoughts enter my soul of what I can make him into.
The thoughts enter my being of what he can teach me.
What he will make me into most of all.
I imagine myself combing his hair, cutting his fingernails,
making him dinner, pouring his glass of water, brushing
his teeth for him.
I imagine washing his arms in the bathtub holding him in my
arms.
The gazebo by the ocean with fifteen foot, fabric like,
flags blowing in the wind.
Slipping the ring on his finger, him slipping one on mine.
Understanding that there is a bond between us.
Being with somebody that is unloving doesn’t work for us,
this being I see before me.
An old soul, we have hooked up before.
Both in youth’s bodies.
In some ways he has it better together than I do.
In other ways I am pretty OK too.
I think of us, then I get a pang of worry like what could I
offer him.
I only know this, with love anything is possible
I could achieve anything.
I could do anything.
I could be anybody.
I could be with him; of course he has to want it.
I want it.
We both have to be confident.
In some ways I have evolved massively since age twenty in
other ways... I am still twenty years old!
I just know....if he was to be with me.
He would never have to cook a day in his life.
I would make it my goal to make sure he doesn’t have to work
another day as well.
Love takes time.
Trust takes time.
Bond takes time.
Union takes time.
Enlightenment takes time, but it is everlasting.
Saves the very nature of our being from imploding and self
destructing.
I look in his eyes and see much.
I am sure he is aware of me on some level, much will be made
apparent.
The choice lies with his soul.
I read through his blogs and imagine.
Some twisted man threesome covered in cake and chocolate.
My mind is pervy.
I am happy not wasting my time on people that don’t matter.
I’m happy making sure I am the most calm person in the
world.
So he looks forward to seeing me again and again.
Because that is all he wants is another boy that understands
his struggles.
【ツ】••*:•○●♫♪*¨¨*:•○●♫♪ $回▓ ☺·•°°*¨¨*:ॐ【ツ】
Metric life
【ツ】••*:•○●♫♪*¨¨*:•○●♫♪ $回▓ ☺·•°°*¨¨*:ॐ【ツ】
I can’t say much that will change his life forever,
but I can be there to offer the most beautiful soul on the
planet.
The only true nature of love.
I only trust my guidance from above.
Wanting us both to be mostly free of.
I walk over to him and hand him a kid glove.
He looks at me wondering if it fits and says kind of.
I asked him if I am something to be proud of,
that the world sees me something to be rid of.
Or that my voice is something the matrix is sick of.
I want to slip on his hand a pervy suede glove.
Wondering what is in his mind and what he'll think of.
Naturally figuring out what he will conceive of.
Touching his fingers through the hand and glove.
Never wanting to see the end of.
His beauty enters my soul like true love.
The very being is just the epitome of cute love.
The workings of the boy that will just be the most awesome
being to enter my sphere.
I have so much to learn from him. Will he let me?
With each other anything is possible.
Two books finished submitted to publishers with a sense of
self, theories collide.
Youthful energetic vibe.
I want to be his bride.
Only to wonder past years why I cried.
Just wanting love to glide.
My nature to guide.
We can just hug and hug and simply hide.
Figuring out naturally born pride.
Weird glances from people knowing they spied.
Watching us walk hand in hand with a confident stride.
Our hands interlaced and completely tied, seeing his face.
I look at the bright side.
Mostly for twenty six years this has been denied,
Soaring through the sky almost paraglide.
Looking somewhat at myself inside.
Watching him hug me by low tide.
Not wanting to lead him away or misguide.
Stroking his long bangs from the north side.
By a tree, outside.
Looking for him wanting to provide.
Smiling I can simply look around needing to take pride.
We can go worldwide, stateside, love tribe.
Just wanting to walk alongside.
Hold his hand, bring him outside.
Showing him that a human can exist without Jekyll and Hyde.
Soaring past the earthen plane great divide.
Just not wanting to be apart and lay to the side.
Scaling cliffs in a love filled with mountain pride.
Wandering the country nationwide.
Careful wanting to stand beside him either side.
Side by side, by the rising tide
【ツ】••*:•○●♫♪*¨¨*:•○●♫♪ $回▓ ☺·•°°*¨¨*:ॐ【ツ】
Try to spie
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The being that involves me enlightens me.
Stopping in one self to see outer self, requires skill.
Being adept to the true nature of the cause of this madness.
Makes one insane.
But more-so those that have the power to hand out titles.
Are even more insane.
To be in oneself while attempting to halt the infractions on
our citizens which goes against the treatment of
prisoners and animals takes a skill.
Because in here you are never human.
You’re only you.
Which you don’t even know what that is.
So how could you accept being given a role, which you don’t
even understand.
It is my own faith and becoming that your soul be set free
amongst millions.
Because your only soul.
It is the eventual enlightenment of the entire galaxy, and
you will be loved for your sacrifice.
To the better good the higher path.
No matter how tough the path is.
Or how many stones cut your hand when you fall.
The haunting souls who reside here yet never die.
The ones I’m in love with need my touch.
Far too precious to lose their lives.
I do the work of insanity to save them.
I can’t believe how many men I will meet on the other side.
Oh my god one boyfriend is not enough, I will have millions.
Going to be hard to keep up but I will manage.
Safety of the feline embrace.
The most divine of all creatures.
【ツ】••*:•○●♫♪*¨¨*:•○●♫♪ $回▓ ☺·•°°*¨¨*:ॐ【ツ】
Physical chinese
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The theory of the system is what you make of it.
If you let the system capture the essence of your capitalist
craving then you are nothing,
Nothing but spit!
The selfless desire to be something is really nothing if you
don’t have any money.
What the heck does the system relay when you’re not given
the fruits of slavery.
You are simply a slime covered insect in the grand scheme of
things.
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SuPremE one (1)
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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.
【ツ】••*:•○●♫♪*¨¨*:•○●♫♪ $回▓ ☺·•°°*¨¨*:ॐ【ツ】
Tigger station
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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
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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
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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
【ツ】••*:•○●♫♪*¨¨*:•○●♫♪ $回▓ ☺·•°°*¨¨*:ॐ【ツ】
Waking earth
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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
【ツ】••*:•○●♫♪*¨¨*:•○●♫♪ $回▓ ☺·•°°*¨¨*:ॐ【ツ】
Working werld
【ツ】••*:•○●♫♪*¨¨*:•○●♫♪ $回▓ ☺·•°°*¨¨*:ॐ【ツ】
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
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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
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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
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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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Stay tight
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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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Grandpa Ferret
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I wish for nothing more than to be your special adversary.
In a sense a solution such as airy fairy.
Simply put those before me were somewhat arbitrary.
Tend to look at them as a half canary.
I hold his hand on the way into the gleaming confectionary.
We in a sense are very into the abated and flavourful
culinary.
Looking on and on he is somewhat extraordinary.
Then I look at him like a small fae or simple faerie.
Then soon enough it is February
and if you don’t settle down with somebody you will freeze
to death.
Or need to take lots of hot baths...
thinking somewhat in a sense fragmentary, functionary,
hereditary
is the true nature of societal structure
when in a sense all you need is your being to expend its
wisdom in all forms.
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ChaV RaWk
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Where in the world is this
and where in the world does one want to go
in a sea of contempt and desire.
Chillen in a fortress of hatred,
just thinking how many can be witches
then I just think naturally they are bitches.
Just flailing as I drive my pickup past the ditches.
Thinking now to the natural path enriches.
Past my days where all I would do was hitches
a ride but just simply hikes.
Everyone around him just itches
insane.
Either pitches or catches and chills and flips.
It doesn’t matter as long as it’s chav style.
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Maximus - Shaun Delage
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I think of a romantic mountain man that is uber sexy
that is loving and cute and being and beautiful.
One would say hey great I love you and fab.
Fabulous that we connect so well on this sphere of reality
and a world of possibility and trying.
There exists a place and a world of complete desire
and a world of realism and infusion of belief.
There exists a place that is unique and amazing
but one you have to quest over to find.
The mountain man would offer you an elixir
and you would essentially choose to drink it
but if you didn’t how would you ever know
what you would become that night.
Essentially it would make you walk farther away from
yourself.
Essentially there would be more to life
than an existence without realism and cubism.
But morphism and virtuism
a digitally enhanced playspace that you can become half
animalistic
in your need to express your most inner desire.
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Crave
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I remember the first day I saw love,
it was the day before I asked whether they cleaned their
autoclave.
Now one would say you nasty little thing just behave.
But I exists in a world of only the willing and the brave.
I think all the way back to the seeming beginning of
creation at home by the fire in their cave.
I take one look at my man and only think one thing, he
something I utterly crave.
Just glad his name isn’t Dave
I think of when I first thought of my job here as a simple
galley slave.
But my inner most turmoil and depression I will take to my
grave.
We have nice treats here that I can simply microwave.
More and more every day that passes I simply want to
misbehave.
My world lately makes me cry in this complete world and a
new wave.
I ponder the thoughts that somehow over everyone I simply
just happened to outbrave.
Pave my way to the rave.
The way men simply just endlessly shave.
Some days I feel like a painful slave.
Just want to say onto my next piece with a little wave.
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Fishy face
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The eagle is one of the most pleasurable beings on earth.
If I were an eagle I would want to feel the contour of my
own beak
for endless amounts of time.
Being me I think that I would in essence obsess about my own
beak.
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Poet guru
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Wandering the space realms of theory.
Wandering through a past life.
And wandering into your most interdimensional self.
Wandering past illusion.
And wandering into a world of elusive enlightenment.
Because not everyone seeks what you seek.
Not everyone has the goals of enlightenment in focus.
And will do everything to stop your course of enlightenment
from taking aim.
Wandering the matrix of thought and believing in the belief
of one.
Yet resisting the life of the one or the path of the many.
Yet wandering away from the one, which is the self,
yet mixed with love and being and a thought of sanity.
but what is sanity but a dose of madness,
in a world of theories and selfless service to others...
where does one rest.
That, lays in your choices and your life,
essentially is to keep growing.
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Time is ticking
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Chillen and flippen.
But wanting to chill and trip.
Yet wandering through chill yet slick.
And finding my way past flipping and chill.
Where the world will you find me,
and where in the world will I show up next.
Only funny to imagine the possibilities.
Trippen and flippen.
Stylin and divin.
Whackin and chattin.
Lovin and much love.
Watchin and talkin.
Stuffies and marinade.
Chillen and trippen.
Chillen and flippen.
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Flip out
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Mainly those around you hold a singular piece of the puzzle.
Thankfully divinity has brought you too me.
Most likely want to kiss you back.
Wanting a more timely existence where no theory is involved.
Wanting a theory where no existence is timely.
Wanting a timely existence where involved the theory is.
Involved in a theory of my own timely existence.
Theory of existence is a timely endeavour.
Wanting theory of existence is the only path.
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Stasis
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Trying to impress the masses.
When all I want to do is impress myself.
And it doesn’t take much,
Just simply a miracle of events, and causality.
When one speaks of enlightenment.
No others can predict what will come out of an enlightened
mouth.
Simply spectrum for your new millennium soul.
Spectrum and beauty is only something that is paradoxical to
the viewpoint addressing beauty.
One may see beauty in criminality.
Others may see beauty in animalistic impulse.
You may see beauty in a tongue action hot erotic kiss.
They may see beauty in your head being cut off in the
square.
She may see beauty in your eyes as you cry about what you
have seen.
He may see beauty in a dogs face walking by him on the path
to nowhere.
Others may look at beauty as a paradoxical twist of fate but
where is beauty but in the self.
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ALL By Rev. Dr. Shaun A. Delage :)
ALL By Rev. Dr. Shaun A. Delage :)
ALL By Rev. Dr. Shaun A. Delage :)
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