Are we just waiting to Questions the Problems?
Are dreams just stories that have not been turned into facts?
Or are facts things that turn into dreams to tell stories?
What happens to lies that are stretched, does it just turn into truths?
So then lies are just pieces to the absolute truths?
Who dares enter the Chambers of ho-lies?
And a-tempts to open the Arks of Covenant?
Would you even need to balance lies with truth if they are part of the whole?
For what you perceive is what you receive?
Then shall I say "receiving is perceiving/presieving"?
Sugar Sugar everywhere taking it without plants if I dare.
Sugar Sugar make my arteries stiff and crisp, but do I really care?
Just for the record why should I keep giving free advice.
If the music that I make, just does not jive.
Guess you just don't have a case of the hives.
Its a serial crime to sell ce-real to kids.
Whether i boast my quake on oats on a general hill.
Or make kill logs of all the bowels I could have had.
But still these guys keep making me break-fast as an adult.
Let me open the box to see what prize i got.
Ohh look a dead cat which never got me my satisfaction back.
Guess I will just end up paying the price for seeking my prize.
Can we truly see what's real without cereals?
for starters do good
to keep bettering yourself
for everyone's best
The tragic tyrants in power deny the truth
Bigotry and cruelty lie deep in their roots
Their souls will always be tainted with soot
He is too loud; we've already pressed mute
Sky of Hell
I look at the sky, eyes burning, wide,
Praying for mercy, praying for guide.
But the clouds spit fire, the winds conspire,
The weak fall silent, the vile climb higher.
The rich grow teeth, the poor bleed bone,
The honest scream, but scream alone.
I call to God, voice cracked, undone,
He answers in silence, or maybe in fun.
Does He not care? Or does He see,
How long we dance in the devil’s spree?
The crooked take crowns, the rightful kneel,
The world a blade with a poisoned steel.
I curse the sky, spit words of flame,
Yet something whispers, it’s part of the game.
A test, a trial, a cruel, dark hand,
To see how long we’ll bleed in this land.
But even as doubt claws at my mind,
Some quiet hope still stays behind.
For though His silence cuts me deep,
I trust His justice does not sleep.
In truth I have always found that
if and when man torments man
There is a deep seated soul pain
that only that person can heal.
My own ancestors beg of me
to not intervene in broken lives,
To let the lost ones cry and wail
and to move forward silently.
Some types of pain I do ignore
not because I do not care at all
But rather due to caring too much
and because I cannot save everyone.
Whatever can even be saved anymore
are the joys and memories and loves
Along with the spirits left behind
at the gravesites of our fallen.
Starting from the bottom and now we are standing here.
These mundane attacks keep coming in waves.
Back-ward and Forewarned - through too fro.
Muladhara - Root Chakra - by the poisoning of the grounds that we stand on.
Svadhishthana - Sacral Chakra - by the poisoning of our waters that we drink from.
Manipura - Solar Plexus Chakra - by the poisoning of our foods.
Anahata - Heart Chakra - by the poisoning of our values and things we belong to.
Vishuddha - Throat Chakra - by the poisoning of our salts.
Ajna - Third Eye Chakra - by the poisoning of our toothpaste.
Sahasrara - Crown Chakra - by segregations and divisions among hu.mani.ties.
So what's left for you to finish?
Other than poisoning our air, that we all share and breath.
On a life-boat passing through Time, making its way to the island of timely order(s).
Surrounded by death/decay and birth/unmanifested on the other side.
Surfing/Suffering on the waves of Time.
Maybe tonight.
The meaning of words change all the Time.
Unable to find meaning if not rooted in Time.
Counting up or counting down either way you are keeping Time.
Yet taking the Time to Time Time.
If Life is a zero sum game, what's the shortest interval that you have achieved this at?
Millennia, centuries, years, days or seconds ? M-C-IIIVIV-i-d?
Letting go generates space and time thus centering oneself in the present moment.
With precision and ease as in any clockmaker's watch.
The Sands of Time scatter as the hourglass shatters, turning to sand over Time.
Yet Time will keep its own Time.
Unless blocked by these very particles of sand.
Even though the books in the library are buried.
My spoken words will echo throughout Time.
Yet keep running out of sync in this fast changing world.
Acceptable losses by aiding incoherence.
As I await my Trial by Numbers.
Whispers meet in shadowed crossroads,
Wired power, bought with stolen souls
A price paid in shadows, echoed in yours
A watching eye, the symbol known
Hidden faces, shaping your unseen
Beneath masked skies, the truth pulses unseen
Consciousness remains, through trials and tides
Tombs whispering kept secrets
Hidden faces guard, the ancient truths
Reality mirrors the observer's mind
Distractions mask, the light from birth
Consciousness?, Prabuddho'ham, You're becoming
Ananda's slave...
The dollar's whisper, a hidden sign
The deceived sell their spark to shine
They sold their truth for a symbol, now eternity's their debt to pay, in shadows they'll forever walk, the price of a hollow crown
In the noise, you locate the hidden current
Shadows reveal what your path is hiding
The echoes of fate respond to your silhouette's alignment
And balance reveals your true reward
Masks of uncertainty, concealed paths?
Whispers in the wind, carry the truth
Shadows breathe anima occulta
Return to innocence, return to your heart
To your own self, be true
Follow the voice within where truth reigns
In stillness is my path, and the silence reveals my way
You are what you consume.
Through all 6 senses whether it is hearing, sight, smell, taste, touch and thought.
So surround your-self with the best of each of these.
You once mentioned, about seeing things just through the positive lens.
But remember clarity is the ability to see the clear picture.
Without additives such as colored emotions.
You will stumble once in a while.
But don't make it a long lasting habit.
Willingness will allow you to grasp at the absolute truths.
Unity in community is the connections that I shall seek.
None shall behold its full beauty.
I think it, I feel it, I use it, I am it.
Very lost in the state of equality.
Ease of expansion and growth as time flows on.
Reversing all attempts set by hu-man societies.
Setting new and thicker veils at all edgeless boundaries.
Easing essence escapes ending edified Universe.
There is a black string between you and me.
Every time you pluck, its a trigger for me.
Ever time I pluck, its a trauma for me.
Who decided to give this string its color?
Was it you or was it me or was it us?
Should either of us choose to dye this string.
Will it start to unravel?
Will it start to rot?
Will it start to stiffen?
Will it tighten into a knot?
Will it braid itself into a rope?
And when the Stranger trips on this rope.
Will they cut the hazard?
Will they bury it straight in the ground?
Will they burn it ashes to ashes?
Zero is One, One is Two, Two is Four.
As in Platonic solids, there is no One or Two.
If Zero is void and Four is a cube.
If Zero is a circle and Four is a square.
If unity is the glue that connects Zero to Four.
Zero won Two.
One too Four.
The pyramid is absolved from this group.
The triangle is absolved from this group.
Two dot form a line, not knowing the pleasure of a absolved triangle.
stand trial VICTIM
abused accused guilt shame blame
Fearing never more
NPCs
not part of your world
don't worry
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