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I am called Jack. I am an incarnation of all the Jack's that have ever been. My opinions and philosophies are a reflection of said Jack's. The blog is entitled Inglorious Resurrection because like you I have been granted yet another chance, and like you each chance granted becomes more degenerative than the previous. And like you, I yearn for a way out. Jack is my only glimpse of hope because there is a lil Jack in all of us.
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Winds blow and ashes scatter… (A poem by Jack)

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I see broken cities and loss tribes in the eyes of my peers.. I see lost traditions on the faces of our youth..

I see abandoned birth rites on the flesh of the unknowing..
I’m left with a sad-bitter taste in my spirit..
I spit the disgust of the unrighteous.. As I sing the peasant songs of my conquers…
I am a conquered people.. But I am a free soul.. Free to go to and forth as I will.. Seeking and understanding the knowledge of my ancestors..
But it doesn’t make me less sad.. And it makes no greater than the next.. Because the flesh of my flesh believes the Anerican Dream is all there is to live for.. Picture that.. A spirit being who’s only purpose is to bring to life a physical abstract..
I hugged the mother of my living.. I merged with the earth’s crust and have an unrestricted covenant with her..It may be unconditional, but there are always conditions with any love.. She accepted me as is, as her protector.. I accepted her as is– a home.. And we merged.. Spirit and earth.. Ashes to ashes.. Dust to dust.. Breath with spirit..
But my memory has been vacated.. Promises annexed… And all has almost been wiped clean.. But deep down inside I know.. I know that I once knew.. And that is what my soul jettisons for…
These tears are only because I may have disappointed earth with my ambitions and greed.. I pray she forgives and ushers me back to righteousness.. The way will be revealed.. I pray we have eyes to see it..
I pray our scattered consciousness collects in the wind..
The blue print is there… Ours minds simply need to be reengineered to read the specs..and follow the way..
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Battle of Jericho (a poem by Jack)

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Like the castle that sits atop the hill in solitude… This physical body is both fortress and prison… Protecting us from that which seeks to consume our soul.. Yet, also restricting us as a means of protecting us…

Lay siege.. 
An impregnable bulwark… Don’t accept the Trojan horse and sacrifice yourself to your own demise.. They can’t touch you, yet in your current state you can’t free yourself.. A catch 22..
Oh how they want to touch YOU!
Go within yourself.. Ready yourself.. Learn yourself.. Protect your innocence while necessary but eventually you will have to lower your walls.. And bring the fight to them.. Allow the dragon to fly… Allow the dragon to do what dragons do.. It all started from an egg.. The egg is incubating inside you.. Keep egg safe.. Egg will hatch.. Dragon will grow.. They will flee..
But if you allow them in your fortress prematurely.. By.. “Giving your soul to…”
Your demise with be nothing short of inevitable.. For the master of lies has sought to kill.. steal.. And destroy.. By all means necessary.. For energy is energy… Whether it be Creative or Destructive..Do not offer your soul to any… No matter how persuasive their miracle.. Their dogma.. Their rhetoric.. Their logic..
Your fortress is your prison yet it is also only temporary.. Time is but time.. Neither of which last forever..
Can you define what it is… But with a portion of it…
Are you a man? Or is it that but a portion of what it is…
Your fortress is your poetry..and your story is all they desire..
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BS unlimited (a poem by Jack)

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This is God’s plan it wasn’t mine… So cut the bull shit..

I am God.. So this plan wasn’t mine..
By way of the universe.. A shared orientation… Communed upon by able projections.. By vibrational trajectory.. Through magnetic cosmic speak..
Cut the bull shit..
You control very little.. Only how much you’re willing to suffer..
I am God..
You control it all.. At least in your minds eye..
So cut the bull shit..
What’s it gonna be..
Life or Death..
Pain or misery..
Fear or freedom..
Cut THE BULL SHIT!
Wake up and attest to your Devine presence.. Ignite your Devine spark.. Or forever be overshadowed by that which can’t overshadow a damn thing..
Wake up.. Because you are controlling it all whether you are aware or not.. It’s who is controlling you that needs be your concern..
So cut the BS..
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Deaf of a salesman (a poem by Jack)

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Let your soul breathe and explore til the times right…while you’re chasing star’s light use earth’s time to get your mind right…

Don’t be alarmed or frantic when she don’t come back.. Rather she will, but with so much new you may no longer knew who she is…
Your soul leaves your body and escapes your mind… When she returns like a thief in the night… You scold her like an adulterous salacious lover.. You make her leave everything at the door… EVERYTHING..
You beat her… You reprimand her.. You destroy her humanity and look what you’re left with..
Look at yourself…
You’ve left her ashamed.. Withdrawn.. In fear.. As an integrated being you allow your desires and logic to drag along a battered and abused soul.. 
As your body fails.. And your mind eats itself with dementia.. What exactly will you be left with? Will you then rely on her to save you?
Will you now allow her to express herself? Will it not be too late?
You will soon find out.. Let your soul explore while the times right… Before she’s trapped in the box until your minds right…
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Misplaced (a poem by Jack)

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Aloof … The thoughts of the mind traverse with bountiful stride.. Step outside of the sense and into a land of isn’t.. You can’t feel the dew of the grass along the bottom of your feet.. You can’t feel the brisk of the wind creating a chill of goose bumps along your arms.. You can’t smell… You can’t sense the setting.. But for a brief moment it’s like you’re there… But you are not.. I guess that’s why they call it fantasy..

It’s as never good as it ought to be.. When they come true they never live up to what they were..
Fantasies.. 
Now imagine being the lifeblood of another’s fantasy.. Imagine being lost and stuck in another’s fantasy… You can no longer hear.. Feel it.. see yourself… But you know you exist.. Somewhere… Somehow.. Sometime… 
Would this be a cruel joke… Or a power you can circumvent… There is No exit, only initiation to further pursuit down the rabbit hole.. If you were ever to wake up.. Oh if you were to ever wake up…
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Awakened… Asleep (a poem by Jack)

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Ya’ll think ya’ll the masters of the universe.. And typically you would be.. But times have rearranged.. We now dwell in an irregular world.. That operates by irregular means.. And your mind has adjusted and your warped thought functions irregularly..

A world where love can not me shared unconditionally.. It comes at a price..equipped with shiny stipulations.. A place where deceit is currency and attention is bought and sold on the open market and dignity is held hostage by its same ambition..
So what you thought isn’t necessarily what you should think.. And what you think isn’t necessarily what you thought–at least when you were true master of the universe..
A replica rules.. And will continue to do so… Until your soul boils over..with the litany of revolt.. An Ambulant consciousness needs to be made whole.. Your first challenge..
Think back when the oceans inundated the surfaces throughout.. Before land mass amassed.. Who separated the earth from the waters… Who?
Who was that first valiant soul to breach the surface and strike consciousness with vengeance.. The curves … The waves.. The oceans.. The shores.. The fires… The cooling..
This whole world started with a thought.. And this entire world is being held hostage by a thought.. A thought boring in the minds of her replica’s replica…
She lives you know.. Master you know..
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Sonic boom [ewf] (a poem by Jack)

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The serenades of the muse play background music to the true masters of the Sonar.. Earth reverberates the heart beat of the Galaxy.. The sonic waves of the Masters’ octave can hit your ear and take you to a world far off… 

All that funk is groovy man..
Winds make bones chill.. The clatter of such make for a smooth steady vibration..
But the master of the bass is fire.. Pure excitement and over joy.. Moving to a double-beat.. Twice as fast for his passion is necessary to ignite the spirit.. A souls soldier…And the earth is but a temporary launch point… To keep the soul grounded in like-minded company..
Get on board and let your soul search the planes of tomorrow land.. Ride the wave of perfect harmony.. While you are there.. Take the time to look around.. Relax.. There is no rush for time is but a dream… And in this land everything is the real.. Let the bass sync  your heart beat with the echoes of infinity..
And when you’re ready to return… Allow the crescendo of the falsetto to take you so far past tomorrow land that you’re back to where you began.. And it was like you never left…
Grooving… And funking… Bopping your head.. Clapping your hands… And snapping your feet to the Master’s of the Sonar..
Feel the Earth… Absorb the Wind… And radiate the Fire!
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the way is watching (a poem by Jack)

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Perspective it but gained and lost from lifetime to lifetime.. The only consistency is the breath..

I need no permission to love what I love..
The only animation of brain and body alike is but the breath.. Conjoined by the breath.. Awakened by the breath..
Euphoria is but the cosmic Union of brain and body.. A soul is but a vehicle of the spirit…and breath is the spirits only construct.. Light communicates and binds… But breath sets us free…
Listen to the light.. The solar speech of ancestry is quite direct…
Feel the blades of grass along the bottom of your feet… Palms up.. Allow the stars glow to warm your flesh…ease your mind… Cut off your thoughts(because they aren’t yours)…and let truth resonate..
If you are both eternal and mortal let eternity be you… If you are but mortal pray for forgiveness to your creator and perhaps you may live a bit longer.. Time is but a desire..
And I need no apologies for what I love.. Because what I love is of me.. And to vibrate with what is of me is only natural…
Do not follow my way.. Make your own..for we are headed to the same place .. Some quicker than others.. Some dieing along the way…
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I’m here because I’m hers.. (A poem by Jack)

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Sometimes I want to crawl into the earth and be held within her warm embrace…lie within the rivers of fires and allow the warm magma soothe my ears…

A dragon’s layer is solitudes’s peace…

As the ancients… I want to shift shapes… How can one experience all if one can’t yield to being all.. And not just of the mind.. But in manifestation of function…
So liquid lava can cleanse my bones.. I can create a new body.. And while I’m down there learn the wisdoms middle earth has to offer…
Yet what construct can maneuver through such extremes with grace and elegance.. Absorbing the lava as though it were a child to be nurtured…
Violence.. Fire.. And brimstone.. All but a function of causes and effects.. A necessity to reconcile polar opposites.. 
You the opposite of I.. And I the opposite of you.. Where do the miracles come from if the words don’t exist..the thoughts can’t form.. These words are too restrictive the sounds are bastardized.. They can never unwrap my mind… My internal dialogue is but a slave master with the key(s) to peace’s solitude..
The gateway to middle earth.. The way to mama’s bosom..
A blockade..
Yes a blockade within my mind has held back the Waters…how can I seek truth when my own thoughts condemn me to ironies and poetic injustices..
I feel the dragon.. I sense the dragon… But I no longer know the dragon but I do remember a time when…
There was a time when..
But sometimes I wish it were again…