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Serenity

Serenity
By RebelpJones

The calm of my sight 
in troubled times 
speaks volumes to me,
Because I stepped out of 
fake normalcy for a second 
to see,

Beyond the horizon 
beyond the sugar coated reality,
Everything you've 
grown accustomed to 
is put here holographically,

Go ahead challenge me, 
but you haven't been 
where I've been or 
seen what I've seen.

You haven't seen 
in your dreams 
the extent of the things 
I've seen in reality,

There's layers of existence 
that exist for real in 
altered states of mentality,
Calming states of peace exists 
within if only you could 
allow yourself to step away 
from that blissful state of slavery,

and the mental prison 
you've always been 
content living in,
It's a given then 
you've been living 
your whole life in 
blind sin,

if you believe in 
the general definition of sin.
I don't follow those rules of 
the fictional book of lies 
you've been living in,
I never never needed 
a guide to live humanly right,
Fore my moral compass 
already exists inside 
as my guiding light.

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Awakening Pen

The Awakening Pen

Awake while sleeping,
I once walked this way 
In a mad stumble 
I walked in slumber
Most of my existence...

Until one day...

I awoke from this dream 
And took up the pen,
This is the day 
I first began living,
Diving into words 
With descriptive vision,

Given a messages
To do something 
Inkful whence breathing 
consciousness and influence
into each letter written.

Writing with my eyes closed 
Not sure how it all came together 
Not certain how it's all fitting
But it does and 
after each letter bleeds 
it leaves my writing hand 
with a violent itching 
as my fingers scribe what 
you the reader 
are currently seeing.

I've scratched a bloody mess 
upon this loose-leaf as the truth breaths life to the content of this unknown piece, 

Sneaking through the shadows of my thought caverns, stealing the show with rhythmic words and a mind penetrating flow to reach you the reader for your mind to be blown, 

never again able to think the same,
See this world the same, for this poets gift I truly hope 
would be the one to blame.

Not for wealth or fame but to permanently imprint poetic verse 
Into each and every grain of human consciousness 
should such beauty ever get the opportunity to reach every human being.

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Religiously Toxic

Religiously Toxic

I'm drowning in the 
waste of a 
compromised mind, 
its been touched by  
poisoned ideals and 
thoughts 
requesting me to 
fall in line.

Don't they know 
we came from the stars,
Who in the hell 
do these ruling rule makers
think they are.

These church politicians 
collecting God's Tithes,
folks going to church 
paying to be fed lies 
while pastors only interest is 
in what sweetness that lies 
beyond sister 
Marie's thighs

Or the priest only 
interested in the 
youthful eyes.

While all along...

Making decisions 
for us 
about who we 
should believe 
we are.

Careers to push true faith 
to the rear 
what about the truth 
do they 
fear us to know and hear,

Well my inner self 
you know 
that intuitive voice 
tells me to 
bring into existence 
this truth here!

These words 
come from somewhere
so far deep in my soul,
that I have no choice to 
believe it and follow.

Just be the 
best you that you can and 
leave the hail Marie's,
Collection plates and 
confessionals 
to the foolish man.

Thank you 
for waking up today!
©rebeljones777

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Uncomfortable Pt 2

Uncomfortable pt.2

Let me take a moment 
to tell you what exactly this is and 
what exactly this isn't. 
This here is not your regularly scheduled program 
or a piece without substance.

This here is my fingers working 
on auto to bring you what the spirit inside wishes to speak, 
and it generally is noteworthy,
something to keep in memory
when you're 
looking at the world 
questioning your reality and 
all of its masked frailties, 
but 

we aren't 
really that weak 
are we?

We are blessed daily 
given three hundred and 
sixty-five to be exact,
to get it right,
Year after year,
Yet conformity to rules that 
make little to no sense 
unless I just don't understand the 
riddle in which we exist 
that seems to rule 
over the natural rights 
Universally given to 
you and me. 

This can't be real, 
this life that we live, 
where superiority is based on 
financial class and 
the color of your sin 
I mean skin, 
I mean political beliefs 
or faith and religion, 
attacking philosophies 
and theories 
based on beliefs of 
who's right.

I say 
none of us, 
for nothings 
truly been proven. 
Especially when 
how many instances 
scientific proof has been 
disproven.

 Look at history and its 
breaking down of the human
through greed and 
consuming, 
its like 
someone put something 
in the water. 

Don't drink from the tap 
no more 
or else you may suffer 
side effects like 
you were roofied and 
mind raped foolishly 
over and over again. 

As the embers of 
human sickness rises 
from the flames of life, 
a sadness of kinds 
floods the eyes 
and the minds 
of those few who 
see the truth as it is 
those few whom 
still hold their own 
hearts minds and souls, 

those few whom 
haven't allowed 
another to 
control the flow of 
what they think 
or how they move 
or even the 
things that 
they choose to do.

What kind of control 
is being held over you?
go ahead and 
ask yourself this question
If this message was 
uncomfortably directed 
towards you.
©rebeljones777

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The Dark Rider

The Dark Rider

I've become comfortable 
with my darkness inside 
as has the darkness become comfortable in depressions ride, 
and at times 
it really doesn't seem like 
this sad hidden journey 
will ever come to an end, 

I once even went the extra mile to 
find its end 
and to my surprise 
my attempt at dying 
put me back on my feet and 
gave me a different perspective 
about life and living for 
life truly is a gift and filled with amazing opportunities but...

Still at times 
I'm dying crying, 
and overwhelmed inside, 
and haunting thoughts of ending this still come around for 
that dark rider still resides 
very much still alive inside, 

so I put a smile on so 
those who know my 
character don't think I have 
any bad feelings inside 
to hide but this 
constant happiness I 
often portray 
is often a lie,
I have what most want yet 
there's an empty void inside
filled with negative chatter 
and noise.

I guess no matter how hard 
you work at 
putting the past behind 
You can never completely hide 
from the darkness and 
its convincing voice that 
just won't ing die, 
but 
will continue to feed 
your mind with 
terrible ing lies that 
in time will attempt to 
diminish your inner light, 
your internal source that 
allows you to  
live your very best life.
©rebeljones777

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Monk

Scarlet colored skies 
before the bleeding moon 
can rise...

The celestials and their 
shimmering stars,
Hidden by 
dark thickened clouds...

Like so many lives 
covered up by greed 
deciept and lies...

The purest and most honest kind 
have no worldly ties, 
Next to their beating hearts 
Streams of bleeding veins 
No acts of sin shall ever 
cross their minds...

For their presence lies 
Upon the mountain tops 
Where they meditate while 
haunted by Earths 
pain ridden cries...

These souls that lay 
awake in silence,
Beg nor ask for 
nothing more than 
tranquil silence 
from a tortured world.

For these men of 
speechless wisdom 
see beyond 
what's seen by 
mere human eyes.
©rebeljones777