by Westly Light
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Westly Ty Light.
1) Modern Man.
of divinities this
that by warrant of nature
can nor would ever elect to be other.
The coming and going of life
the woe and wonder
of this glory
Of the mass
Of the living
Amen Amen Amen
2) A Man Wonders.
What is it to be as a woman,
To be empowered and animated by a spirit,
Of such enchantment, passion, prowess, and poise.
A calm sea in loves motion,
Slow, rhythmic, steady;
A hurricane wailing when enraged,
Fevered, titanic, majestic.
How wondrous it must be,
As every woman there is,
Every woman I see,
If every woman were liberated and free enough,
to choose to be.
Am I the devil, tempting?
Or maybe a woman who knows?
3) Knowing What?
Don't have much of a conscious mind,
And I've got chaos in my soul,
Don't really think to much about it,
But I sure am humored by watching me grow.
Don't gotta clue as to who I am
I'll just leave that in Gods care
Cant really do to much other
Because there are many Ideas of what’s good out there;
And I gotta be fair.
Don't wanna be a self righteous punk;
Yeah Tori I know the fascist in my heart,
But I really want that Hitler held down till it dies,
and that's the war that's tearing me apart.
Singing with the gene donors voice right now,
Me and that man ain't worth a spit.
But I kinda like the way it goes,
So I'm trying to show some love to IT.
4) Keep it Real.
Can't keep it real, reality is my dream.
Driven crazy, to be rewritten?
Am I truly what I seem to be?
Or a pawn in a game, taken by a black night?
White, white, white,
God does not forgive suicide,
The boss wants me killed.
5) Karma Ran Over the Mystic.
Yes I did it I wrecked that Car,
and used Kabbalah to do it.
Oh God in Kether essence of Michael,
I beg of thee,
Reach out you hand and smite any and all enemies,
who would dare to mock my love of your children,
and make it as though it were not.
So much for Christ I suppose but what is one to do,
Lye around and wait for the awakening of mankind?
The self is sacred.
Why did the temple fall?
6) The Homosexual Creature.
"It's worthless, it's nothing, throw it away,"
The masses do say.
Then ignorantly they pray for better brighter days,
While feeding there children to the hell of;
"My heart is worthless, and never to be known."
And what is sown, is grown.
This a world of liar and lies,
Of half hearted weddings,
And to many demanded alibis.
The baby cries, the baby cries,
The factory dies,
Mothers milk is as worthless as her child.
The Holy Spirit screams the truth so loud,
That only the devil fails to hear.
Yes ignorance we endear, keep it near, keep it near,
The fear of the truth, Gnosis,
God is within every aspect of Malkuth
Chalice, wand, coin, and blade
All that is manifest,
By Holy hands made,
"And it was good."
7) The Devil?
The Devil was an angel
designed by beauty's hand,
the hand of God creator of all
as it is known to man.
But if God only created beauty
from what depth did the evil rise?
Perhaps there is a secret truth or meaning
behind the prince of flies?
Maybe he is needed
in the larger scheme of things.
For would sunlight not become cold
without the falling rains?
As cruel as we could make it seem
darkness is needed by light.
Such is the way of this balance
in which we live and can not fight.
"I am he who knows the way."
Is this not what all false prophets say?
"My God is yours I am your teacher."
Are these not the words of a false preacher?
"I am your God you are my child."
Are these the words of a myth run wild?
9) Lil-Eve Magdalene
Daughter of all creations majesty,
made manifest in every woman that is,
and will be,
to a humble man's plea,
that some day I might understand thee,
my unknown self,
so deep as the sea.
Yes lend a merciful ear to me,
holder of the only God's secret names,
and reasons for why what is manifest has come to be.
Is it all due to thee?
Jewel of the great divine,
is all of creation a gift to you,
as surely as you are a gift to we,
the collective of humanity?
Bride of worthy men made manifest,
for the service of your grace and well being.
Though a servitude often times unknown,
and in spite of masculine egotism;
one that is cherished to Troy, again and again.
To where does your wonder extend?
Does it ever end?
Or into the deepest cold of space must I transcend me,
just to touch the truth of thee,
Isis with her serpent
and Athena's tree?
Do tell me,
my humble plea.
This pain is a world
Completely separate from the world you know
Consumed by hunger and hatred
Sadness grief and woe
The tears of the past form the pools
Of vile from which we sip
forever onward toward the bottom
Of the serpents belly do we slip
Muffled screams and gasping cries
Wreak havoc in the mind
Forever more searching for
The essence of divine
This silence is screaming pleading
Longing to be heard
So many tells that it can tell
With not a spoken word
There is no wisdom wise enough
To fill this cluttered void
Eternal in existence
Dead and long ago destroyed
Hearts weighted with sorrow
Plagued by the cure
The children of the separateness
Will search forever more.
11) In the Army 1
The nourishment of the past
And memory of this
Influence the present
Always making manifest
That which we have settled for
And consider to be fulfilling
Until it becomes fulfilling no more
And change becomes consciously desired
It is philosophy that regulates
An individuals reaction to action
And acceptance of that
Which exist at present
In the environment all around them
As either acceptable or not.
12) In the Army 2
The Father is the dream
Inspired by the spirit
The son is the manifestation
Of the father
The spirit is the all encompassing brilliance
Affected by the son for the father
Who is the dream dreaming
And being dreamt
All is of God divine and is its divinity
Forever it shall be
For it is
Becoming its own heaven
13) In the Army 3
Loyalty provided faithfully to that which is higher in order to fulfill your
Duty in a manner that demands
Respect from others, but more importantly teaches the art of
Selfless Service, which is the only way to obtain genuine
Honor, that is empowered by, just as it empowers your
Integrity, your ability to do what’s right does also require
Personal Courage enough to put yourself last or forget about yourself all the way around if need be.
14) America the. . .
As a child I was taught to believe
That America was the seed
Of all things noble and good.
Are very unpleasant
So I'll assume that I misunderstood
When I assumed that freedom and justice for all
Meant exactly that.
As a matter of fact,
I'll say it was by myself
That I was deceived
When I saw the constitution used as a sleeve
To wipe the snot
Off of some rich mans face.
And it was I who did betray
When I saw my fellow soldiers
Throw an American away
Because he was not American enough for them,
Or whatever the case may have been.
And then the day the President lied
Was the day that I really tried
To say it was America who had cried
When I saw Hitler liberated from Hell
And to propaganda we fell
Because the television cast a spell
On any person who dares to view.
By the way
Its something completely new
And certainly not monstrously cruel
For a homosexual to be considered
It's just that things national due.
And that's what’s true,
God bless America,
America bless you too.
Have you focused so intently
on the microcosm of the sacred self,
that you have forgotten to explore
and evaluate the macrocosm of sacred reality.
How isolated and alone you must be.
What a tragedy I see,
this most precious and valuable you,
forgetting to be nourished,
and to nourish,
the trinity of all times majesty.
In you heart you hear them call,
the sound of many waters,
making one voice.
The truth of your soul demanding,
that you make the right choice.
The Hermit makes the path,
the Hierophant keeps the temple,
the Papas and Magician,
are the minds and intentions of the people.
And all of these are yours to use as you see fit.
Is there a flaw in your perceptions?
Then you must acknowledge,
and enlighten these deceptions,
with extensive study that empowers passion and wit.
For every moment is a demand,
and with wisdom you must guide,
yourself across the ocean,
so learn the current and tide.
In truth you will find your way so in truth truly abide.
yes be allied with the holy divine as its tool.
As in the beginning you were,
and in the end will be,
this wondrous jesting fool.
Telling life its story to its self,
the one who gives it a reason why,
the maker of,
and the fulfill-er of
Songs of birds.
Let us sing sky high.
Tell us why.
16) Jacobs Ladder
Dread is in attempting to understand angelic grace.
Neither here, nor there, nor by man any were fathomed,
Are the soulless servants of The Holy Face.
Cyclically they rise and fall never sane nor maddened.
"What will does cater to thine glory?"
Is their only question never spoken.
"I the extension shall wright the majesty's story."
And man beneath them is exalted and broken.
The beloved force that lifts us high,
And the serpent that strikes were weak.
They care not for what is seen by thine eye,
Or how we do translate with tongues that speak.
Holy angel, Evil angel, think not to come my way.
I care neither for high nor low as I am, and will, I pray.
17) Trademarked at Birth
Your filthy trademark tarnishes my soul;
Dragging me through your faithless ignorance,
You made me at birth your whore,
And you know,
You did it for the dollar.
Christ the pimp,
The child raping father,
For I have sinned.
The lights have dimmed,
And from this dark night I can't transcend,
Because your pocket book needs me there,
Isn't that swell.
And if I thought to get up,
You'd pray that I fell,
Your helping hands holding me down.
My head under water,
Baptized to drown,
A mindless, soulless, clown.
Then at the truth you'll nod your head;
Tell me I have no faith,
And that I'm better off dead,
Because the scriptures say so.
Well they also say my mother is a
Yo. . .
It's getting hot,
I think I'll let it go.
Because unlike you,
That I don't know.
And so. . .
Baptized to drown,
A mindless, soulless, clown.
Father please help them.
18) Christmas Magic
Alpha and Omega
Of the dogmas that bind
We are all deserving of forgiveness
We are all deserving of compassion
We are all deserving of the sublime
First and last that we each are
Evolution is all that I can be
This is the dreaming Christ in me
And I will let it be
For love of Christian reality
In spite of the generally hateful mentality
That is a predominate trait
Of the modern Christ society
Let us let it be
Free will is all that can be boasted of we
Individuals making up humanity
Most times inconsiderately
But always passionately
And love for life is the dominate trait of Christ
19) Gods Fantastic Tapestry
Of a universe in a looking glass
That the Highest Divine alone can see totally
And a maker
Make a trinity
Of a unified tapestry
That is the essence of we
Like each atom
A part of the whole
That is reality
Into the freedom
Of allow creation to be
And let it be
That all shall see
The holy phenominology
ISRAEL ELOHIM AMEN.
Torments unlike any life should experience,
Dragging the little I am into the grave,
Kicking and screaming,
Lashing out at the enemy,
A weak and feeble body,
A mind crushed by the taste of slow decay.
Pray psyche for deliverance,
And the heart does betray,
Your dream of night becoming day,
For fear of reality,
Such hurt is known by the ghost in breath,
En-soph in flesh,
Gnostic sparks loving Sophia,
The ego must rest,
I am put to the test,
Can I see I am blessed,
I am blessed.
Feeding the eternal,
Many voices minister at his feet,
The elders wisdom does not retreat,
"How is this love valued by you?"
"As I did sow I shall now reap."
"Did you love all that I gave to you."
"Through my many kisses did you only sleep?"
My fears have found defeat. Amen.
21) Psychological Operations, Civil Affairs
( Conspiracy Theory )
More money for the military
More money for the military
Pay us what we're worth.
Let us let the terrorist in
So that we can
Rebirth through public opinion
An age that necessitates our function
Screw Bill Clinton
Let us show him how he's hurt. . .
Who cares if were really on the Devils side
We'll all have dollars in our pockets
And the Army green
Will be silver lined
Not even Gods Prophets would figure us in time
Our plan is so sublime
It will look like our only sin is sloth
"We did not notice him coming"
And we'll more than make up for what we have lost.
We gotta do it
At all cost
Fagots are running the world
And machoism has been lost
Time to show them who's the boss.
We gotta do it at all cost.
Nations rise and fall
Just a matter of when
Why care for the heartless whores of self righteous gain
Justice has always been.
And will be
You shall see
That all things belong to me
And do not care
America the whore
To love you I would not dare.
It will be
You Shall see
That all things belong to me
Soon you'll fall to anarchy.
Riots be enraged
City streets consumed by hate
I'll stay calm and search for God
For soon shall come our fate.
And I'll wait
Will I always be waiting for you,
Wondering about you restlessly.
Lover titan won't you dominate me,
All of me.
My body now,
As you have for so long my thoughts.
Wet with emotion,
The truth of love
Waiting to fly.
Claim me and together
We'll rule the sky.
The aspiring future,
My eagles eye.
Embrace and behold
Temples of gold.
Constructed through we,
My hearts secret passion and palace
Only to the self are we cruel.
Onto you I bleed divinities malice,
Through my veins,
The right-less silver
Empowered by the sands of time.
Alas it's true,
I will always be waiting for you,
Lover never mine.
23) Soul Search
Searching for the time
and the rhyme
that colors my soul purple.
the people seem to stay
and I know that I am to blame for this day
this aura of smoky gray-blue.
What to do
what to do
having no power over you
I let go and glow a sunlight white.
And should I fight
for your delight
try as I might
I'll still be a boiling blood red.
And then I am dead
worms in the head
my final resting bed
a festering rotten black.
Then I am back
remembering your attack
the time you would not cut me a bit of slack
to radiate a solid earthen brown.
I know again you'll beat me down
a sorrow painted clown
brandishing a titans frown
always hoping in aqua marine.
Searching for the time
and the rhyme
that colors my soul purple.
24) Being Become Israel
Day from night?
Mediate with blessed twilight.
Priestess reveal to us
What bonds do bind,
And what does rival
Peace of mind.
Open the third eye,
And make being
Shiva dance away sin
Help all transcend.
No need to negotiate
There is no ignorance here.
Nature does what nature can do,
Placing on high
That we are each taught to revere.
Of the self.
The crucifixes failing health.
The Buddha is the spirit angel
That you did not have time to know
Before you died.
And heaven cried rage
Against the ignorant
Self loving world
That refused to set you free.
No heaven could not abide.
Or be bribed
Into letting a true seeker
After serving so diligently
And killed you.
Forever let it be true.
Hate we have acknowledged
And isolated forever from reality,
The animal nature of you.
26) Inner Isis
Gravity holding together,
All the movement of matter,
Making all things as one,
Inside as out.
The mother of the microcosm,
The essence of the macrocosm.
You know me.
The essence of the self,
And all that the day does fear.
A woman as equal,
And more valuable
I sit and stare into the mirror
Thinking of what used to be
A life of sadness and self suppression
Of spiritual poverty
Now I sit and stare into the eyes which are my own
And for once I finally see
How much it is I have grown
I realize now
For the first time since
I can't remember when
That the person I have become
Could have always been
I did not have to follow that narrow pain filled road
And yet the child that I had been
Refused to be slowed
And even though it hurt
It now fills me with glee
For if not for those mistakes
I would not now be me
And now I must better myself more than what I have
Oh yes those pains of life
I am honored to have had.
The heart is wickedness
The heart is worldliness
Responding only to the world
The essence of Karma
Silence it's voice,
Reason away it's impulse
Indulge in nothing that it offers,
Positive or negative
This or that,
For it is all ignorance,
And always will be.
Why mourn impermanence,
Why celebrate impermanence,
The wheel of fortune will always spin
What is now
That which had been
And will be again
As it is willed.
The fear of God is Grace.
God is a concept birthed of human ignorance
All that is
The evocation of particular energy patterns
Through meditation and self discipline
Is all that man has ever done,
And the like
Are the tools used to empower
Particular mind states
And nothing more.
Support the Faith required to legitimize the legislation
Of what could only be considered communal spells.
Dance the divine
Step by step in time
The original cause is Beyond the I
Only the ignorant search it out
And return always condemned.
All that you are is all that hurts.
You destroy for want of glory,
You destroy only yourself.
Praise be given to the highest and first,
When that time comes that you are finally through and done.
Great God of Heaven and Earth,
May the end finally come,
The forever setting sun,
May all of humanity be undone.
A worthless abomination
That parades its self
As your holy son.
May it all
Always and forever
31) Separatist Wisdom? Darwinist Faith.
Double Edge Sword
The CHOSEN people of God?
Woman carries the transmission of culture,
Jewish women may only marry Jewish men?
I read it in there somewhere.
White men burn their wives at the stake,
To serve the Jewish God?
Natives of the Americas
In a very Christlike manner
Openly embrace foreigners,
Only to be destroyed by Elitist Christians?
China builds a wall,
Isolated from the world
Their culture thrives,
The world of multi-race
Is plagued with times hatred
And historic grudges
That prey on the children
Who are subjected to it
What does this say of we?
This grand collective of humanity?
Perhaps that we need the I
Just as much as we need the we?
Nature has provided for us all differently,
And so we are individualized
The Tower of Babel says what to me?
If it is not the truth of the heart,
Than it is not meant to be.
God Bless America.
A grand Idea that is nothing,
That will not fall.
No person cares to be dominated by arrogance,
That has no consideration of the self.
My experience as an American,
Historically empowers my prophecy.
I am not a Christ
I will not forgive.
But for this,
Christ will forgive me?
And all the other fish in the sea?
I guess we'll see
Is the Ideal ever to be reality?
Or is reality always to be tyranny condemning equality?
What ever the will let it be.
32) Get Behind Me.
Quoted in a mildly different manner than traditionally,
Christ illuminates a truth of transformation
From base being to the golden self,
From primal to pristine.
Blessed be the waters are pure,
From Eden to I,
As my will demands of it be.
Buddha might agree with the Rabbi Son of Man
Satan ye get behind me
For ye might bind me to my ignorance which is thee,
And Nirvana I might never see if I allot thee power over me.
Yes as a MOTHER may I be,
The selfless lover of life
That endlessly nourished being, becoming, to be.
Ye shall know from the fruit, the tree,
HONOR THY FATHER AND MOTHER,
Ye shall do so mindlessly,
Willed or not.
Bodhisattva's boundless love and grace
The carrying of that cross
Remove me know from this wretched place;
To the Devil I am lost,
and left behind me.
I know all you are is true
Resurrect yourself inside of me
So I might be the servant of who?
You in all of humanity
Yeah, your majesty knows nothing of a limited I.
Nor eye for an eye, or tooth for a tooth,
For the dead bury the dead
And this is the law of those who die.
Yes please Lord may I be another who lives
And gives your hearts most sacred flame.
By your will my heavenly beloved
Might my whole being become tame.
34) The Devil 2
The Devil was an angel
Created by beauty,
The holy hand.
Hand of God creator of all,
As it is known to man.
But if god only created beauty
From what depth did evil rise?
Is there a parabolic meaning
The horrid prince of flies?
Does he exist in nature,
To be the trials that nature overcomes?
Is he an aspect of evolution?
As the spirit of soldiers beating their war drums.
One faces another,
Until the fittest alone survives.
And if reality finds none worthy of the title,
Destroy all that is alive!!
Chaos of Greek Myth,
The individual (male or female)
Who abides with (and in) the Chaos,
The Spirit is the collaborated effect of each.
The Father is the original action,
The start of all creation,
The Son is the product of creation
Constantly acted upon by it
And so the reactor,
The Spirit is the moment by moment bi-product
Of the Father and Sons interacting (reality).
36) Eyes to See, Ears to Hear.
All of those who knoweth
Of the grandeur
Of the eternal mystery.
Let life embrace thee mercifully
And bring thee in tears to thy knees.
A fever-like joy,
Masterful child like joy,
Should be enjoyed
While contemplating the unknowable majesty,
The divine spark that is all of we individually
And as a collective whole.
What wonder does exist
For all those who dare to step beyond selfish care,
And cherish instead the No Thing,
The all that is beyond the thought,
But the very first desire
Located at the core of every matter.
To be beautifully crushed
By the pressure of the depths,
And lost forever.
Heart funneled through minds focus into reality,
Always having faith that what is willed will come to be,
Know what it is that you desire,
And your own heart nature,
Always being weary of Karma.
We all have it,
So although all of our impulses are natural
They must be kept in check for the benefit of all.
The severity of wisdom
Empowers the understanding of the highest self,
If your eyes are open bad fate becomes good,
All is a lesson.
Thus one should not become wisdom for another,
Accept wisdom and become understanding for all,
Articulated through wisdom's memory.
38) Faith In Man
Is it true that I can have faith in thee,
You the lords divine grace in trinity,
Who other than the Christ in thee can save me,
Or any other.
I have faith in the bizarre knowing that has come upon me,
And that is all I possess.
With only what seems to be
A worthless soul,
According to the dictates of my fellows.
They never want to know. Destitute.
39) Who Does Not Know.
Who does not know,
The torment of the hearts constant need
To deem life as worth loving,
As worth living?
The force that propels us sometimes into delusions,
Sometimes to greatness,
Is a need each individual must satisfy alone,
As only an individual knows how.
All develop as we each individualize ourselves,
Truly always becoming,
Day by day.
Amen, selah, let it be.
40) Hopeful Wishes of the Enslaved.
A cruel tyrannical monster of a master,
Is met by riot and a peoples need for transcendence
And further evolution,
Their plight becomes most advantageous
As they celebrate the downfall of a barbarous beast
And come into a new age
Of mirth and celebration.
41) Satanic Revelations.
Oh thankless servant of God
Why do your slaves on earth know thee not,
Why are they blind to you robbing them of their free will,
So that you might have it?
Why do they not know that it is for this that you envy man
And did betray?
Why do they not know that God made this of you,
And if you had free will you would choose to serve?
Why do they not know that you hate being the slave that serves without loving?
That serves without Faith?
That serves to no end,
Without a chance for personal evolution,
Because you cant see that only God is free?
You don't look like much to me.
You are your own captive.
42) Gnostic Sparks
God is heaven,
Can we find God on Earth,
Perhaps if we see every moment
As a genuine rebirth
And love the mirth of the unsettled
Beyond the obvious
Which was empowered in Christ,
And seer of heaven,
Like God on earth.
All around him the sound of the ocean bard,
Miming the movements of all glory renewed.
43) The Greatest Question.
Made in the image of the Father,
Creator of all,
And what does this mean to we,
The self proclaimed children of the all powerful
The trinity with seven
Know when four will come to play.
Even though sociology
Is outside with the cycle,
Of night becoming day,
And I say that we stray
Only when we fail to better
The cycle of not alone, I,
But all of history,
Each and every one,
And here is the three
Swimming the sea,
The key to the trinity
Not so much
As it appears to be.
44) A Mind Demands of a Heart Rightly.
Inside and out,
With myself and others,
As well as the world.
Understanding all of the above
For myself and all.
What assaults me constantly I do not know,
What removes me always from my center is this world,
That as of now I feel I am damned to live in.
Laugh if you will but what of your children,
And any person you love.
I myself could never get close enough to now your love.
But I did always love you,
With a full heart,
And to this day I think of you inside and out.
You are my pain,
And my reason for being,
All that I do not understand because,
A simple man,
With an idea.
Is it so unlike your own?
45) What We Have Made of Christ Historically.
War against the others,
The I am is the magicians sacrifice,
More worthy than any other man,
For the closing of a spell,
Cast by God in man,
And man for God.
Chaos reprimands it's children.
War against all others.
46) I have Given Myself to Robbery.
And left without even hope
Is the reality presented to me,
Why I honestly could not tell you,
But I will never look to God again for aide,
It cares for no individual,
And has better things to do with its time
Than focus on either you or I.
Instead I'll look to the wisdom of Romans,
Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow in vain we die.
Death will come to us all anyway
Regardless of whether we live our lives with cause or not.
Society awards cause to those history has chosen to embrace.
Mostly to be embraced inspires vanity,
And a depreciative attitude towards all reality,
In all awarded with what should be a gift of extreme responsibility,
And a grief or misery in all deprived there of;
And this is the will of the maker,
It cares for noting other than itself and what it would will
Just as any tyrant, why serve what will not serve you?
Every moment builds up to the last,
Live a life of contemplation upon these moments
To hold fast to the highest self that acts there in,
With all that is base.
Brilliance need not be escaped but endeared
And so all creation should be brought near to the ego self,
Until the self is no more a snarling beast
That rages against the ultimate truth,
But is the divine self that fluidly functions
With majesty as it.
My father is in I,
And I in he,
And this is all that is.
Epictetus presents to us
What the intellect becomes
When such knowledge is empowered within the self,
A slave set free for respect of great Athena.
For as the proverbs instruct, all men who are worthy
Of true freedom, must become as she would will.
Wise in deed, and thought;
Wanting not other than this
And reality as it is.
Shame, I know thee to well,
The loss of myself to my spiteful, vindictive, lower, lesser, self.
Thank God for you.
Blessed is a young one who wants the gray of age,
And the sociological esteem that comes with it,
For he shall give this, and empower this, amongst his people.
Blessed is a woman that wants to serve her husband,
In more than just action,
But with wisdom, intelligence, and love;
In marriage she will easily find happiness.
Blessed is a man who knows the value of his wife's service,
And endears this as his life's greatest blessing,
Her wisdom and love shall help him become a truly great man.
The Devil is a distraction
That prevents one from acknowledging
It is worldliness.
But not entirely,
Perhaps it is my vanity the speaks,
But that creature is part of our culture,
The insanity of fecklessness,
That rivals transcendence.
That rivaled the ambitions of the Exodus,
By preying on human weakness.
Aarons own wife.
Why did it show itself as loyal to the Rabi's family?
It is an enemy.
Moses is the Ideal self,
Much like the meditative,
Who's focus is uninterrupted and unbroken.
The task at hand is much to important for folly
Caused by natural selfish inclinations.
A good lesson,
Though learning it almost killed me once or twice...
51) The Devil And the Wolf.
Self with nature and other,
Learning the value of place,
Alone the hermit,
Learning the value of solitude.
The wolf visited me at the Rabi's home,
And looked as a devil?
And so the Devil I guess I am.
Forgiveness is no more,
That wolf is mine,
And the Rabi says he is with us,
not just watching?
He could not be more wrong,
I am your enemy,
And when I reclaim my sight,
I assure you,
Will Fall with me.
52) The Serpent.
Face to face with Leviathan,
Who came to Earth from the clouds,
Coiled around three trees that endlessly grew into the sky,
It climbed its way to the ground.
Its venom set my spirit ablaze with pain,
And had me mocked when I called for help,
And still it burns within me,
Slowly eating away at my humanity,
Making of me no more than a breathing shell.
And this is justice for having been born,
Worldliness is a dogmatic serpent crushing the spirit of nature,
To rob from truth,
Its own essence and make of it a lie.
Christ I am sorry that you failed,
To save a single one.
Now it is time for someone to save Christ,
From the history we have created in his good name.
Somber nights and flame filled skies,
Children screaming torment,
Begging for hope,
Never to be found,
For the faithless have gathered and stand all around,
Happy to be as they are,
The battle scar,
Of liars making mockeries of their lives,
And heaven cries
Speak not a single word for all that you are is falsehood Captain,
Holier than who?
Setting the net in the pit is your crime
And yes justice will come for you,
And you think it untrue,
You think it as you.
And as always you will never hear my words,
Because you don't like my voice and the life given to me by God,
That you swear is my choice.
All the while the children cry,
With what cruelty will you silence them, that for your vanities sake, die.
54) The Sacred Self and the Holy Spirit
Compassion and forgiveness,
When empowered by sincerity are unbeatable.
Love is so often times linked to the libido,
That it is fragile and can break,
Thus the broken heart,
The altruism of compassion and forgiveness however,
Will not be stood against,
And will fall any and all foes.
Yea true love.
Let us be.
Pray it so for me,
And I will you.
For to know of what’s true,
Is to know that this is all we have been taught,
And if it is all that we know,
Then what else can we do.
55) Michael, Athena, and a Child.
Awake in a dream,
I danced as Michael fighting his nemesis,
Athena at my side,
Two against abomination,
The Tao stood rectified
As wisdom and justice together did abide,
Against their eternal foe.
Such torments, such melancholy and woe,
The shadows of the night did dance in,
And I still stand wounded
Not yet free from human ignorance and sin.
Athena was victorious
The Tao does find her upright,
The One will let her in.
She is a mothers heart,
Righteous though broken and betrayed,
Yes, she stands a soldier.
And did all night.
Catholics have told me to take the demons into myself.
Now I do see their works,
Their wisdom does stay with me,
The venom of their existence does fade with time.
They are natural, demons are,
And so separated and removed from the nature we are composed of;
For us they have become monsters.
We have been deceived.
Wonder, dreams, enchantment and magic are natural.
Fear, rage, sorrow, grief and all other sufferings that our current state of being empowers, perverts these.
The doorways to this perversion is indeed the Seven Deadly Sins,
Natural, but portents that man can transcend.
Yeah God has blessed us, and cursed us.
For our failure to rise has become our fall.
Yet we can still overcome.
NOW THE PARTS
FOR THE WELFARE
I TO SHALL TRY
57) The One God Concept.
A through understanding of the parts
Has always resulted in a better understanding of the whole.
Why then do dogmatist of monotheistic faiths
Always demand that we forget or dismiss the parts as blasphemous,
And that we focus on the unfathomable entirety of God,
Does this not leave us without wisdom and understanding
Being a part should I not understand this part
And its place in the larger scheme,
And how it interacts with other parts?
Athena and Aries,
Zeus and Hera,
The Archetypes and their importance in our lives,
And all the information that is stored there,
Should it really be denied
And given no place in our thoughts and lives?
What do you think?
Adam, Eve, and the serpent.
Ra, Isis, and Set;
Osiris, Isis, and Set?
Perhaps in an attempt to free the Hebrews from the Egyptians
And yet provide them with cultural wealth
(myth, legends, lore, ect...),
Moses unconsciously altered the myths of the Egyptian people
And made them
(in a slightly altered form)
Those of the Hebrews?
Such sharing as this is natural,
Though biased, and undesirable,
It is inevitable and has molded our reality,
And our perceptions there of,
Since the first forms of civilization.
Perhaps in accepting this we can better understand ourselves
As we now are
Based on our earliest known beginnings.
We can not lock each other out.
59) State of the Social Stratum.
A synagogue of Satan,
A plague upon the Earth.
Man has no need for fellow,
Yea, mothers have no need to give birth.
Weak and waning is my health,
My misery is absolute,
And I'll let it please thee.
For love of Satan.
Come and seesaw with seas of sorrow,
Think not of hope on the dawn,
Deny the joy of tomorrow,
For it is not,
Life is forever a shade of blue,
Oceans of need,
Rapture will not please you,
For it is the Earth that is indebted,
Not the glory of above.
Below is there love?
Shaman, Shape shifter, were is Noah's dove?
61) Chaos is.
Chaos is the genuine state of all that is,
Constant flux and change,
Rise and fall,
Order can only be self will.
Release the self to the truth
And see that all is but change,
The holy spirit encouraging the world
Moment by moment to come into being,
To be known only for a moment by the I,
And then to become again the mystery of...
62) The Fool
The prophecy of movement as are you,
And all it is that we shall become
Is a choice made in a moment by who?
The holy fool,
The holy fool,
Who knows not and yet is.
What power is his as the made manifest,
To make manifest for the maker?
None but the I that moves as I am.
Being so overly concerned with the Karmic state of your being is folly,
A slave wanting freedom and glory
Above all that is God,
Living a life mediated with wisdom
Allows you to hear the voice of the one calling you to service,
Moment by moment.
To repent is to change,
Not to beg to remain the same,
And learn not.
Moment by moment he does turn toward you,
Do you hear well enough to turn to him and say
"All I am is all you are Greatest One Above All,
Use me as your will and infinite wisdom demands.
I am a willing servant heeding your instructions,
what is your will,
May it be done."
Moment by moment?
What is it to be overwhelmed
With desires unfulfilled.
Aching and burning
For the closeness of another
Whom you can not touch.
The private meeting.
Nature as I am,
Standing in direct opposition
With reality as it is.
He is not mine to have,
My want will never be his.
Echo, Echo, Echo,
You must have been within your cave,
A slave to the wants,
and hungers that only you could know.
Only yours, only your, only you.
Never knowing release.
thank you for your torments self,
You starving and ravenous beast.
65) My Love is...
A moment in time.
My body expressing to you
All the blessings your beauty does inspire
To become the beating of my heart.
Service to the demi-art that created you,
And so is you.
Eros invading my Psyche;
The joy of Aphrodite
Moving like wildfire through my veins
And all reality should be in this moment for you.
May I beg to please you in every way you deserve
As thanks for making me feel like this.
66) Twenty-four Elders and the Scroll of Seven Seals.
Twenty four of us
Could not merge as one entirely
With the divine,
Though worthy and in tune
We did not embody on Earth the highest holy mind
For either this reason or that,
And so now we wait for he who is so sublime
That he transcends worldly servitude totally,
And as the Heavenly Father is,
So to is he a King,
Of like kind,
With a human face.
Revealing for us genuine reality beyond our limitations;
Gender or race
(the human face)
Shall not disgrace this victorious glory
And shall be
A guiding light for all.
67) Self Reliance. Seek the Papas.
Though necessary this is a double edge sword
That inflicts injury upon the one who yields it
And any perceived opposition,
The priestess understands thoroughly
The nature of this mission
And the need for balance
Through knowledge and wisdom.
Mediate the schism,
The focus of the ego will,
The serenity prayer is like a spell,
Meditate upon it until your I is no longer ill
With the grief of I and other.
Just as the earth is
So to is justice your mother,
And reaching for the greatest good.
All is as you are. Pray to be better than the I alone.
68) Black Arts.
The denial of all
That is greater than I,
Infantile me, me, me,
Self glorification of the lowest I,
Powerless beyond this worlds wiles,
So the wise let them be alone
And give them no home,
Inside or out.
Let all the greatness
That has guided this worlds masses historically
Shout against this beast
With the glory of the majority,
"take not our name in vain,
Ignorance must not cause shame,
The Jihad is won".
And leave the few with the blame
Of their own blood. Insane. Amen.
69) It just can’t be.
Why is grief all that I see.
Has some of what one could consider goodness
Left for we,
Natures majestic humanity
And only self-conscious child.
Or so I pray.
I do not want mine
To be also my nephews last day,
For life has been so good to me
And he still has yet to grow.
No he has not yet learned
What I think I know.
May he learn it as delightfully as I,
Is my only plea.
What must I do to preserve my family?
For evolutions sake,
If not for Gods.
70) Killing the Devil (Anima/Animus).
The worldly self must die if the beast is to be slain.
The Whore Babylon; her blood is empowered with the blood she did imbibe, let the beast dine upon her, for in waiting to be delivered from her torments the whore will find the knowing needed to transcend the bonds of self. The altruism of the mother.
The blood of the prophets holds no grudge against her, as they did always know that her wanting was genuine though naive and confused. Suspended between heaven and earth, still a child awaiting a savior.
The blood within her.
God spare this mother and child, for wisdom of suffering is their name. The all must come before I, a new mother does know it is so. Grant her mercy and salvation in Christ name.
For the mother is our world, the microcosm, all that we are materially, blessed by the fathers loving understanding I pray.
Super Ego, super ego, super ego,
How well you do have me trained;
So snug is this little cage you have molded for me,
That I truly believe it is my fault for having a nature,
That is other than divine,
Because of you.
You know it is true.
You robbed me of God self,
For the sake of worshiping your vanity,
You wise old crone you.
Then you left me alone with so much work to do;
Become a better me,
To inspire a better evolution of you.
Born to be your prey
I truly must say
72) The King
He sits on his throne,
Sits on the throne,
With a mellow glass of wine in his hand,
That he sips on all alone.
All the while his mind does jest,
(an entertaining sport),
Delusions and confusions,
That constantly report
Imaginary moral support,
From an imaginary royal court,
And so he must resort
Lord bless his hide,
How lonely he must be.
How hurt to find that nobody cares,
About how cold reality can be.
Yes he is we,
He is we.
Betwixt and between,
The mystery of the setting suns metaphoric melody,
Is all that I am if you have need of this to be.
Allow me to befriend thee,
When you fear the night has left you alone,
Surrounded and sheltered by the darkness that I am,
I will help you find your way home,
And leave you at dawn.
74) The Hermit.
Walking this lonely road surrounded by the darkness that is, and is not,
With only this tiny light of hope to guide my way,
I will remove myself from what seems to be my insanity
And stay beside you until night becomes day.
I have a bit to offer,
Moment by moment,
If I may.
Please be not weary of my madness
My need to believe in my mind as I do in heart,
Will keep us from going astray.
Patient moment by moment,
If I may.
Through the dark night.
The product of inner knowing,
Without which there can not be.
To free yourself from thee,
And all of we,
Who might demand you to be other than you are,
Have faith enough to be,
And remember to liberate me.
I am divine betrayal,
Loyal to uncertainty,
Safe in my way;
I do not believe in humanity,
For I am what has been made of the clay.
I trusted you completely,
So you are entitled to fault.
Faithless as I am always,
I know that you do not care,
For of love you know not.
Can you make this blind man see?
Did you ever hear my plea?
Perhaps that is why I did betray you most beautiful one,
You did always fail me.
77) America the Whore, Mother of Harlots and Abominations of the Earth.
The holy whore is fallen,
And laid low.
What tragedy to love her now as the worth of self,
Mourn her for she is desolate,
A faithless ruin,
And the habitation of only her kind.
The whore is no more.
78) Childhood Visions
I had a vision of hell;
know that all angels fell like burning cinders from the sky!
Scorching the flesh of a weak and vulnerable humanity,
While from the innards of the earth the foulest of the most putrid arose,
Placing claim to the flesh of the mother.
Destroying all that is known, already known to be destroyed,
Void becomes void,
The murderous hand the balance which we toyed.
79) 05 - Sep - 06
Every aggressive act is defensive
Be not unaware of this truth
For what you stand for is who you are
Can you after acknowledging this
Still stand upright.
And righteously declare war on any other?
Or the Earth Mother
It is true
A superior man concerns himself
With what is just and right
Day into night
Do you ever ask yourself
What it is that makes you superior
Or is the notion of superior
Completely derived from bestial vanity
The base of structurealized insanity
Is the very foundation
Of your truth
80) Forgiveness Versus Justice
The Buddhist teach that love, mercy, forgiveness and compassion
Empower transcendence and freedom from Karma
Karma is justice and wisdom
To be free of it is to be pure
The church proves that Faith in Christ alone can not purify
For the church itself is impure to filthy
So the elite knowing must be sought out
It has been and can be again within you
If you find it
Not only in this world but also within heaven
The world is receptive and suffering,
Heaven is liberated and understanding,
Seek the most perfect knowing
With those who have exercised it before all others
Seek the middle path in living
The ultimate ambition is heaven. Amen.
81) Just a Prophet.
Christ was a prophet
Who failed to save his own people
From their demise at enemy hands.
Why must we pick up his name
And revel in his tragic shame
Making ourselves equally as vain
As the crucifix he carried?
In the story does no person see
A faithful and loyal servant
Crying out with great passion
To God in heaven
"Spare them the demise I see"
With such love and sincerity of heart
That he became a miracle worker.
82) Attacked by a Satanist Magician?
No justice given
The least of Hollywoods concerns
The people think they know
What it is to be a victim
They don’t know yet.
A monster leads them away from their lives
To satisfy a vain need for acceleration.
A question no coward can answer,
An ugly abomination
Supported by the people
To their own demise.
Your suffering is his joy.
83) Try No Longer.
In attempting to learn how to live and lead
A good and upright life
I have met with nothing but opposition
From all directions.
I take a man off of the street
In an attempt to help him
Only to be attack by him
And his racist friends
Time and again.
I search for the truth of God
To find only hypocrites and liars
Proclaiming upright intentions.
I have never been hateful
In knowing hate now
I know that it is the source of Karmic justice
I can trust nothing and no one
As all other men.
84) You Can Leave.
You can leave nobody cares
Nobody ever has
Enjoying your suffering
Is the only thing that has made them glad
Your life was a charity
To the unjust and self-righteous
Who can not even learn from you
They already know it all
And there is nothing you can do
To be valuable to them
So you can leave
They would prefer it that way
Wipe away any chance of knowing shame
By pretending that they’re better than you
For their cowardly underhanded malice
Rapist and child murderers
Who are too vain to see this as true
Just much too good for you Jesus
Your cross was only your loss
And the fagots know in their hearts
That it doesn't matter
May their shadows consume them
False Idols never to see the light of day
85) If That’s What It Felt Like
That’s What It Was.
To the homosexual world,
I hope that you can hear
And maybe a little bit of my suffering endear
For a change.
It was rape
My first time with a man.
Eighteen years old
Out with a “friend”.
Thought I was safe
Not a threat around.
To much to drink
A little spellbound,
And left on my own
With a stranger in the car?
Don’t know how he got there
He was there before
Or the driver arrived.
Just sitting there waiting
Knowing that I couldn’t survive
He saw he had the chance
And took it on home
That I would never be able to heal myself
And later he called it justice,
Happy that I had no self left to give,
My chance to finally know the love that I always desired
Your all the same hollow void
with no respect or love
For the children
That come walking hopefully
Into your midst.
I don’t want revenge
But considering the facts
We have been blessed by the separatist.
Why are we concerned with marriage,
When were all trash and slime.
I have never met a good Homosexual Man
Maybe its about time
What it means
There is no fulfillment in the world,
To search it out is an absurd folly
Of the most belittling kind,
So much so that it has
To be fully described
Or genuinely defined.
Yes it is better
To be blind
Than to see
The sun rise over the heads
Of the absent minded workers
The walking dead
Who die not quickly enough
To stop the locust from consuming
Proclaimed as true.
Surely a weapon of self gratification
And nobody else.
No other may be IT’s lover,
Tools of destruction all the same
I do see this within myself
Though there is always another to blame,
Another heart to maim
And leave on the roadside alone
A victim to it’s colder
More defensive self
Blind to the rising sun.
And dead walking.
87) All I Need to Be.
Is already all they need to be
Always can only be what they are
And what does this mean to we
The bearers of this crown,
Here is were we will find the true role
What is the purpose
Of self with same
For we as all that is
And can be?
88) I Hear Them
“We have always hated you,
Never have you had a friend
Never did we care to help you transcend
Or find peace for yourself.
Our intentions have always been
To rob you of the wealth
Of your heart
And in place of this
Until your gone
And we are all that’s left
With a corpse as a slave.”
Father in heaven
Help me against them.
89) One Hurt.
The one hurt
The mistake that caused pain
In a relationship
Has the power to destroy everything.
Befalling us is shadows reign
A monsters ability
To consume our focus.
Is our inability
To consciously create
Or hold to oneness.
Our fear of pain
Is all that inspires vanities shame.
And we allow
For this lack of disciplined understanding.
Is all that we can claim
As the herald
Of our name.
Human we are all
One and the same.
When you can not think be thought for
Allowing the mind to sleep through endless nights.
Only to rebel
As with Hitler
Power is always abuse,
And still ignorance is bliss.
I am the Christ
Though there is great love in my heart
It will never be yours
For you are a cruel
And malicious lot.
My grief has been your delight
For far to long.
May creations rage consume thee
As I am but your mockery.
And the delight
Of your ravenous
Your every step
Has been hatred against me,
and I now hate my own ability to love
And to care
And this is your desire,
Your every aspiration
Was against me.
Always you sought
To take away from me
What you needed most
And consider me not.
For this ye shall not know forgiveness
Be subject entirely to your own devices
For love and divine grace
Shall never again
Look upon thee
Because I have no faith in thee
May you never again
Have a faith that is true
And by the greatest of all that has ever been placed on high,
May it be.
90) Save Yourself.
Don’t look to any other to save you
For then you are indebted
To the good graces of another
And your own evolution becomes obsolete.
Christ can not save you
His glory is his own
Be a good student
The nations are foul and support only evil
Look never to the world leaders
For then you are indebted to them
And they are malicious and self serving.
Especially in America
I know from first hand experience
You would never believe.
Hurricane Katrina never happened
And the constitution was never to be amended.
Or so the rapist say.
All people want to be the elite
They will never give you true love
And this voice is with them
I can not love liars
Who only love themselves.
Refuse to believe
It is the only safety
Know the self
For you are all that matters
And you matter only to yourself.
It is so.
That is what you need.
My black hearted patron of pain
You who raped my body
And my soul
You who buried me in the rage of shame
I defy your fame
And in the future accept my slavery
To an anger that will never subside
For I know that hell is not hot’
A frigid cold
The self you would have me be
May it be manifest before thee
92) Secret Spells of the Military Magician.
Anger is pushing me to my demise,
I have no reason to justify
The many wrongs above my strong feelings
Why was I belittled so
I did not see my self as high
And for you I can not stoop to a good enough low.
I am not deserving of Gods good graces
And retribution is my plea
To who’s delight?
As your will has proven to be stronger than my own.
I stand very confused
And in need of truth
Lord of host I beseech thee
Shower me with you torments from above.
They believe in nothing
And do not care for why
To empower with sight
I evoke Gods eye.
Reveal to all the mystery
Of life beyond the flesh
To empower life divine
I evoke Gods Breath
To speak the tongue of grace
Creates old hearts anew
To empower youth eternal
I evoke Gods rule
Brilliance of the fire
Shine with purpose and need
To influence all the world
I evoke Gods seed.
And it has been
93) I am Impure
I can not suffer the pain
For I am impure
And without hope
My enemies laugh
Celebrating my demise
As if though they will never see there own?
In my mind;
Always they are in my mind.
Tearing me down.
How wrong was I,
And am I,
To defend myself against them?
These strangers who know me not
Whom I do not know
At my doorstep
They sit and wait
“When will he fall,
When will he fall.
Might we kick him when he is down?”
And God has resounded in my defense
To no avail
They still smirk
They still laugh
Always in control
Never mourning my heartbreak.
God bring them to my door as slaves.
To China my Blessings,
Thank you for I-Ching
94) Black Robes.
Black robes of somber despair
Brushing along the ground
As I speak my steps
For the masters will
He will never let you know
That I am his curse
And self-righteous dogmatism.
That ends the reign of Jew Gods tyranny.
Why respect their whore wives and burn your own?
Please God of the Catholics
Save your own whore.
But they want all the Glory
That you were to me
When I was healthy
And of sound mind.
Salmon speaks to no one.
Mother Bear kills her own cubs
And the daughters of your people
By spiritless bigot
Who hate them
For hating the despoilers
Who cursed all people
Fuck you all
I’m happy to be in hells
Big cock endowed
And they will say
Condemned is their every breath
As the will of the hammer demands
Let it be
Psychological Operations Rapes Free Will
Ask anyone who knows me
I cant rebel
The rapist wont leave me alone
Because I hear them all.
And they laugh
The false prophet.
And I just wanted to do well and be happy.
Now they want me healed.
And there is nothing left.
No respect for the spiritual experience
Of the spiritual
Can never be a good enough for them man.
And they preach forgiveness
I AM NOTHING
Amen. Amen. Amen.
GOD BLESS AMERICA
AND HURRY THE WORLDS END. AMEN!
95) Your Love
I don’t need it
Let it rot on that cross with you
While I burn at the stake
Or get stoned to death
For loving a man
And your dogmatism
Is the spear in your side
Change and embrace the world
Is the dictate of your God
For fear of breaking the rules
Forsaken for the self you brought to life,
By that very same self.
Who knew not what it did.
Condemning millions because
Look to Buddha
And let a real teacher teach.
Grow up grow old Christ
We can not afford for you to remain
So young. Amen.
96) I Listen
Good at being
A mindless soulless slave
And burn with passion to serve
The moist warmth
That swallows your manhood
No walk in the park
Just the devils whore
By the thought
Of being raped
By a God instead of a man.
Teach the mind numbing
Morons you call your earthly sons
How its done
And make me beg for self worth
Like a real man,
Never permit me to have
Every human is your toy
And you toy with us so good.
Remind me always of my worthlessness
So that I might be worth something
To the God that made me
An irony I say
Silently really wanting fewer lashes
Than you give me daily.
It extends its hand against me.
Behold the wonder!
What awe is inspired!
Move me to humiliation,
Tear me down until upon my belly
And beg for your mercy
So loathsome I am
In comparison to your majesty!
Remind me forever
Again and again
And stay within the safety
Of my faith
As do you
And we neither
Need budge from our positions or change.
For we are all of the divine.
And I, just as you,
Am a divine tool
Aiding Gods will
Making it manifest. Amen.
99) I Strive.
All of the excellence I am
I give in all that I do.
Allowing you to rise to the top
And greatness pursue
As I do.
I make a master of you
Grief coming to an end.
Hopeful rays of light
So much as the sun
I allow you to transcend
Forever flowing through you my strength.
Again and again
Knowledge and power
In this moment I begin
Making you be
What the world must see.
The greatness of the trinity
With the fire love of dragons
By the will of god
It is made to be
The flaming light of life in you flourishing free
So make it be.
100) So What.
So screw nirvana
Our stoic joy is to do it again and again
Tragically disfigured Humpty Dumpty
Were the hell have you been.
You climbed that wall
Couldn’t get down
Then fell when you desired to join in,
Your head on the ground.
Mothers milk couldn’t satisfy the
want within your blood
Being thicker than water
It’s dirtied with filth
So were is the point in loyal companions
You will die only once alone
Were is the point in playing it safe
You cant escape the rot of flesh and bone.
Were is the point in living it large
When reality made you small
Tell me your hopeful reasons
Soon to be maimed by my truth so tall.
101) Voodoo Dog
Life is a cruel education.
An oblivion of suffering absolute
All my own
I give the justice to the malicious
They desire my defeat
And hope to satisfy
Or appease the anger I have sown
With my own damnation.
Give me pain
I’ll embrace myself
The living embodiment of hell
Death is indeed a blessing
That returns me to the makers home.
Just as back to the Earth shall go skin,
Back to the ground cartilage and bone.
And my spirit shall roam freely
With the readers of each poem,
That in life I did compose
With the intention of making the mystery known.
And beyond this I shall touch
The grandeur of my loves face.
The divine light within me
Existing beyond time and space.
And free from this feeble self.
The glory of divinity,
Of the greatest wealth.
My master is my maker
Made to master me
And all of what may be
Idiot to worship any human
Man is but a man
A pretty shell
Once separated from reality
It goes to hell
The absolute real
For fear of losing it’s special place.
If you live without the spirit
In balanced measure
The future will blend with the past
And not will be
And you will not last
Beyond the lust
Of the last lovers
And the ageing that comes each day
Contest all you like
Protest how you will
The truth will be your own way
And were you go
Will be the product of how
You walked in the spirit
And were you chose to stay.
He who cultivates a passion
Finds his place in the natural scheme
Of waking reality. Look to your dream.
106) My Blood.
Children of my lineage
I suffer not because of you
But for you.
So that you may know
Of the shadows
That must exist
Were there is light.
As your soul
So there are angels
So there are demons
So there are rights
So there are wrongs.
The father blesses both to be
So that we may choose
Evolution for eternity.
Elevation in a moment
Or in a moment damnation.
Our only true right of natural law,
Blessing the curse
Or cursing the blessing.
Travel to were?
I really don’t know
Maybe I’ll party with the Muslim radicals
And celebrate the downfall of my own land
Would be doing it know
If I could trust the press
To many thoughts
Can never rest.
His mangled face an illusion,
Nothing at all is real.
The towers never did fall?
No nine one one.
No nine one one.
It never happened
I can not divine
I can not see
All the world is playing a trick on me
And this reformer
Has quit caring.
I can’t control it all myself
And cultivation of human goodness
Is a hopeless dream
If you dream it in America.
What God is higher than truth.
108) Tempt the Whore
By God I pray that you be consumed
By a plague
An lost forever in the sands of time.
Your children are the fowls of the air
As I do
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
And burn in that hell.
There is always some other person
Your all the Elite.
I will have my justice
And you shall have your’s.
Father and Mother
Of all ancestries blessings
I pray to thee now
In this my dark night
And hour of greatest need
The infinite is your domain
And all that is
And shall end
Confusion and grief
Keep me tormented
And suspended in a state of perpetual despair.
My own life’s history
Take from me
And justify as righteous
Above this moment.
And liberate me
From those who would make a martyr of me
For sake of only themselves.
Free me from their torments
And from my own.
And Make it be.
My plea screamed out
Through all eternity
And the entirety of the cosmos.
110) Straight Mens Slaves
Homosexuals you are nothing but worthless slaves.
So says the straight man.
Is it not about time to kill him
And his Nazi Jew God.
Tighten your communities
With homosexual registry
Know who is and who is not as you are.
Lock the breeder monkeys out
Keep them away from your grace
And plan your path to justice.
Their wrongs will consume them
And destroy their children.
Celebrate your lives and your spirit
Away from them
Accept nothing that is
As their love
For it is not.
They will say they pray for you,
They pray only to the God that wishes you dead and damned.
They are all rapist
Monstrous self-righteous demons
Consumed by and loving only themselves.
They will screw you
And abandon you
Screaming contempt behind them
As they walk away from the love you gave
Never allow them in
Or give them your magic,
Your ability to transcend.
We are one.
Outside of them.
As is their will.
111) In the Army 4
All of the world outside of humanity
Cares not at all for human sufferings or joys
As it is the organization of both.
And how unfortunate is it
That humans have allowed so much of the world,
Into the holy places built by the faith in that which is greater than
Caring for human sufferings
Only as the world sees fit.
The ideology based on the supremacy
Of the human species has failed us
We have failed to rightfully observe it
And empower it
In turn failing ourselves.
All that is
And still we condemn
Without fear of God, Karma
Or consideration of the sciences.
And still we boast ourselves above all nature.
Is there a good enough reason to want
What we have never known in ourselves?
Considering all that I have acknowledged
That claims so much more power than the Ideal
I think not.
And so I forsake my hopes for worldly unity and fellowship
Because oneness is Karmic
And is the world
But not as the world is
For we are to ignorant.
112) Progressive Cycle
The sum of I
Divination of all
113) Internal Conflict
Darkness falls across the sky
The fire burns deep in his being
From the world retreating.
He knows now that he is a slave
Tormented deep within this cave
A tomb formed by his mind
Crawling with beast
Cruel and divine.
Reminding him always of a past
A childhood he never allowed to last
That ring true
A disgrace you are
To all who loved you.
He wonders why they are so cruel
Why they us the past and all of it’s pain
As a tool of torture
In the now.
But from a distance sanity calls
Through the darkness through the halls
Through the thickest of thick walls.
But alas the voice cries in vain
The man endures to great a pain.
To much pain to ever break free
Oh how he wishes
He could see
Just a ray of light
No matter how dim
But these walls let no light in.
No light will shine upon his face
No light shall bless
Once upon a time he thought he would break free
Know he believes
This is never to be.
Swallowed by the cruelties of this sea
We all do swim in.
For no other he prays
That this should be
Thank you Michael.
Thank you God.
114) By the Neck
She snatches me up by the neck
And I barely even move
I see all that she is
In that moment
On her face
And I denied her power over me.
I remained at peace
As if though I were nothing.
Attacked by the pond
Satanic magic touches my heart
As surely as it exist in another person.
And my peace
Is stolen from me
For an eternity
I care about your movements all of the sudden
In a negative way.
I learn to be hateful
And am concerned
With your vanity.
Growing up is all I consider this to be
Working again towards my perfect ignorance and peace
Is all that I should expect from me
And so I cast you out
Of my history.
Why must I be as you are.
It benefits nothing
So be gone
And find me.
115) In the Army 5
Simple lullabies of dragons eyes filled with tears
Of denied wishes
What bliss is this ignorance.
Could the fallen really miss this kiss
Dismissed as a pointless piece of play along the way.
The long nights of trust for trust forgotten?
Though the next day hearts betray with all that we say,
However we may.
The spirit is true?
Meditation might make us see
what we are becoming
And what we will be for.
Free and flowing
That time has taught us well.
Now hear my spell
In love eternal dwell
And do so well.
116) Self Image
A huge snake
Wrapped around a whimpering
The authentic beauty of nature
Crushed by the world
The intellect wraps itself around hopes thought.
Cutting off its screams.
Humanity is as cold
As any stone.
The fruit on the tree
Paradise is lost
To libido driven
117) Don’t Say A Word
The air moves all around you
No need for legislation
Outside of the self.
What is not known to you
You can do nothing other than forgive
Ignorance is bliss
They mock you
Torment and torture you
In their way
And convince you
That it is all alright.
Because you will not
Become the killers they are.
They love only themselves.
And their victims
Are the pedestal
They stand upon.
Compassion is what they preach.
It is a lie
As far as they know
Do not forgive
For to them these are weapons
Keep always with you hate
Stay well guarded
As you have been taught to do,
By knowing what they are.
119) She is Dead
The witch is dead
We never even had to love her to kill her
Isn’t that a bullet in the head.
We just had to beat her down
Spit in her face
And leave her disgraced.
You know its true
She cant forgive
Now what should we do?
Don’t allow such wickedness to live.
She is not a humans daughter
She is a monster
Mercy we can not give.
We have proven
That Christ does not live.
120) A Personal Crown of Thorns.
Your personal crown of thorns
All add up
Who you are
You will never know
For you are a masterpiece
Always being produced
Worked and reworked
Worded and reworded
And this is all
It can not be other
For you can only be
Is this not so
Some one else has created you.
When all is bound together by fate
Reality can never be what you alone make
But if you are not what you teach
Then you are not what you are
Sing it to the choir
And head out to the bar.
Living is your nature
That is why you are alive
And just as did your ancestors
Through many a dark night
You shall indeed survive
Past the Turmoil
You have grown
To begin again
Know that you have enemies
And this is only their sin
They will never see it
For they believe another way
But this is just a part
Of night becoming day
And I say
Alone is what works best.
Focus on your wealth
And put no one to the test
Be at rest
Moving towards the feast
Knowing that as all other men
You are truly just a beast.
You can try to be noble
You can try to be kind
You can try to be considerate
By all means work towards the sublime.
But nature will always be
Until the world does end
And were you not a beast
There would be nothing to transcend
And this has always been
May it always be
God I love my nature
And nature knows God does love me.
Let us let it be.
122) The Catholic Whore New Babylon.
He is lord
He is lord
He is king
And what does that mean to us
Who are so ignorant of the world
From which he came.
We know if we must worship
That we can not remain
As we are?
On the surface
We are nothing like him
We speak different languages
And our cultural customs
Are nothing like what his had been.
And so what is right
Who does and who does not know.
Strange that we won’t listen to the Jews
Who potentially could help us grow
A teacher that should have become entirely his own faith?
With no cultural root?
Even the Buddha is an offshoot?
The living Judaism
This I could definitely see
But unless I am a Jew
What does this mean to me?
Lost in tittles
Or genuinely lost
To the ignorance
Of human history?
Forever a mystery?
In a God and a people
That hate me?
The Christian faith mocks Jewish culture
For a reason
Just as the Jewish God made mockeries
Of my own ancestors,
And all people today.
Loveless elitism is God
And so all is forgiven by nature.
Amen. Elohim. Amen.
123) Body Bags.
We’re burning babies in body bags
I hear God choke as the fumes of decay reach the sky.
The demons of hell do mourn his grace
Yet continue to claw at his eyes.
Blindly he searches freedoms space
Wishing to illuminate the black.
What does he find in the absence of. . . ?
That makes him wish to turn back.
She slit her wrist and the blood ran dry
Over my teeth and tongue,
I taste the filling of each empty thought
And know her death I become.
Do you want some?
Would you like some?
I ask this God with holes
Were there should be eyes.
He accepts my miseries hollowness
with a heart that’s free of despise,
And I arise
No longer alone
But know with you I soar threw the skies.
Choking on the fumes of the body bags,
Enjoying Gods demise.
Special thanks must be given
To treacherous American soldiers,
And Muslim extremist.
This book is dedicated
To all of the historic pains
That make us who we are
In this present moment.
Blessed be Athena.
“Love your enemies.”
All Is One.
May all love and blessings go to the soldiers,
That I was right to think I would die without.