Raven

The prisoners are running rampant…They’ve taken over the asylum..

Well seemingly so..

When sovereignty has left, subtlety feels free to run amuck…

Because I left Neverland for a bit, does not make me any less of who I was..

I am that I am…The Alpha if not Omega, The impetus expressing itself freely

I am that I am, and I perceive Mutiny, yes you beat on the walls of Jericho until they came tumbling down..You sought to burn every man, woman, child, and even cattle…You sought to consume until nothing remained..

I remained quiet, sat back and observed your tactics..You got arrogant, and exposed your tactics..

You truly believed you could rule Neverland! But I am Neverland…Do not be foolish..

You seek to destroy flesh and blood, but I’m so far beyond matter..So even if you were to harm a hair on my head…It is but a victory over an illusion..

You would know all about that..Oh the master of illusion, wizard of the facade, ye who tampers with all things unknown..

Your curiosity is what brought you your condemnation in the first place, yet you continue to press the boundaries of reality..

Continuously imprinting yourself on the conscious and unconscious alike, gnawing at the souls of the righteous because you too feel a void…You too have too much emptiness inside, that even the thought of misery is enticing..

So you are a prisoner of the moment, of everyone’s moment…Not your own, but you harvest the many moments of the vulnerable..building your foundation on the feeble and weak-minded individuals…Making souls home on the mental and moral lapses of the many..

You are a prisoner…And the moment can never be bigger than the individual…

Condemned you shall remain.. For eternity…

Do not be dumb..

You cannot approach a mirror in aims of altering its image..

It is but a reflection…

It is yourself who needs be changed; you are so focused on the projection that you’ve forgotten the truth of the projector.

A conglomerate of dreams, aspirations, stars, thoughts, love and cosmic energy beamed into a prism and refracted to create a visage—a woman, a man.

You are that result. But of course you can’t see it. Because everything you see in the mirror is backwards.

It’s a reflection dumb, dumb!

What appears right is really left. So what’s up may very well be down. And as above certainly is below. So who are you exactly? What is your vision? And may you show me your purpose?

Or perhaps it’s all arbitrary in the long run. Perhaps it’s only subjectivity and self-preservation you operate out of. Maybe there is not a war goin on outside no man is safe from. Maybe what you see is what you get…Perhaps we’re all just mad men in a mad world, defining our reality anyway that our mind sees fit in an attempt to reconcile reality with our perceptions, attempting to ease the minds in aims to survive in a world in which our lives in actuality mean absolutely nothing.

Yah…that’s it!

There is no duality. The man in the mirror slowly becomes the illusion..he slowly fades into oblivion…and what’s left is all that matters.

The refraction of a reflection of worlds past.

She weeps tears of anguish, an unrelenting toil…

A burden she carries with her, a burden that is as stubborn as the curls of her hair..

A spiral-cylindrical force that utilizes momentum to sustain itself, and what exactly is her momentum? Rather her motivation?

Some may see her as a wild child, others a bit of a wild seed and still others respect her as a “free spirit”..

But this is merely a half truth, yes it is true that she can never be tamed… She doesn’t even have loyalty to her own emotion, you can imagine how difficult it is for her to remain true to the soul of another… She could never be bound, you may use guilt to tie her down and beat her into submission, great lashes bearing down on her conscious leave her unphased.  She endures despite and sees it as added fuel.

She’s unrefined, crude but she doesn’t mind, I’m not even sure if she realizes it… She epitomizes self-esteem–she loves herself and rejects the judgement of others..

Truth is, she is running…she running from what? I don’t know…but commitment is nothing she intends to seek…

So her tears are not for her own pain, but for yours and the broken hearts she leaves in her path.  She is a woman on a mission and no one can detour her.  And sadly enough her mission does not involve love, but a sense of self discovery…

And sadly enough these tears she she’s under the moonlight, are not enough to stop the pain… the pain you will endure from her caprice… as the wind she came… brushed up up against your essence… and as the wind she shall leave…

Without a trace…

Fret naught..for she may return one day… who knows when?

But she may… and more than likely you will receive her…

I think therefore I am..

Without a trace of thought..you k(no)w longer exist..

A pity, without man… There is no God to worship…

None to harvest prayers,

None to withhold energies,

None to accumulate the interest upon intention stored…Yes, as a bank would– you collect, store and make interest from the intentions of my prayers…

And I always assumed my prayers landed on def ears–the truth is much worse…

I voluntarily spoke but with misconception, you simply took advantage of my intention..

Why do that from without, with what can be done from within..

The source is always within–the core…

Names and titles, I give credit to titles because names are too fickle..

Names do not tell the full story, but a title is the perfect descriptor.. Only that which can fulfill the role can fulfill the title..

Human Rights and dignity.. Dignity by design..

You either create your bed or you destroy it,

Eventually we all have to rest our heads…

Hope, and Blood Moon Sacrifice..

Affliction by the all mighty…

let the Messengers speak to you—or through you..

Your responsibility is a blessing, not a burden as they would lead you to believe..

Awaken and Think!

When you do not apply you freedoms correctly your blessings dry up..

So think!

Never allow an idiot to impose and sacrifice your thought for their motives..

Awaken and Think!

With thought you can organize and express your free will.

And that can never be stripped…because human rights and dignity are endowed from the infinite..

That from which you were derived from..

So Think! Just Think….

A machine… You were born to be..

I’m attuned with my surroundings so much..

And sometimes I feel so hard…

I can’t but help to feel like a God…

I can’t help but to feel like I owe the world…

I can’t help to feel like all is indebted to me…

But perhaps she was right.. Perhaps I’m all confused… Perhaps that curse she put on my soul will come to fruition…

I’ve been cursed many a time… Yet never gave em much power… But to this disease I may give credence…

Pride cometh before the fall.. And I do feel so far high.. In Jupiter’s clouds…

Will her gravitational pull bring me back down among men… Her derision may cause a cataclysmic combustion … Like comets my aspirations crashing into her earth…

Celestial bodies save me…

Cosmic egg… A scrambled intentions..

 I need all the kings men to put this demoted god back together again…

Shell by shell… Rebuild me within this mode of existence… But allow one crack to remain.. So that I must always know that from which I came.. So that I can have an acute representation of the cosmos.. So that I may not be entrapped within the confinement of this physical reality..that if I may so choose.. I can peek out from the crack and transfigure my reality any way I see fit..

So that I can once again be in tuned with the energies that surround me…

And perhaps her curse was no curse after all… Just fates little way of keeping balance… 

Justice abandoned but balance intact…