The shadows admire the light so.. 

For without the light they cease to exist, they lose all individuality and become swallowed by the dark..no matter what animosity they display.. They adore the light and also feel spite because their survival directly correlates..

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.. I remain detached as if a blank slate.. I float through and see the reactions.. 

It’s the reactions that are so convincing..

The visceral on the faces.. The hatred in the eyes.. The betrayal behind the smiles..

If I were a blank slate before.. Who am I to believe I am now? Is it me that provokes these responses.. Or is it them.. Certainly I’m the source.. The licentious provocateur!

But it’s the ease and the comfort of the vibrations that keeps me going.. The soothing word.. Inaudible.. But comforting.. It can not be interpreted only reacted upon.. I am like that word.. They comprehend me not but I provide plenty to react to…

I provide both source and inspirations.. But still I walk.. With uncertainty.. Although the prophecy has been written.. I can’t walk by faith because that’s a product of the mind.. I only can walk… And vibe.. And be…  And death is there, adjacent to my life, simply a revolving corridor that leads into itself.. Yet I walk through this valley.. Preparing myself to climb to the peak of the mountain top..

At some point this blank slate has filled in.. Will fill in.. Yet, with what.. The projections of others? Or the interpretations of said projections? I prepare myself.. Stop, reflect and realize maintaining who I am is all I need to reach the apex.. Nothing but what I am is of necessity..

There’s nothing wrong with it,because that’s how they live… I mean you fight it initially because it’s sick… It’s unnatural… But you slowly become desensitized.. The obscure becomes a place called home… The obscene proves a reference of familiarity…

You become that which you once feared.. 

I’ve survived many generations.. I’ve seen many men fight the monster.. Run from the monster.. But eventually she always wins out.. You either join her or become devoured.. There is no room for anything less..

I’ve seen others scold me for pointing out the monster.. I’ve been ridiculed for not sacrificing myself to the monster.. I’ve been made to feel ashamed or less than a man because of Her..

She’s swallowed souls whole and spit out the hallow remains.. I’ve shaken hands with lifeless men.. Men who believed they live to die and nothing more..

Yes,a dichotomy me she is.. A simple duality she mirrors…Because she is the source of pestilence.. Yet the purveyor of all comfort and happiness given.. But it’s at a price… It’s always at a price… Most don’t know themselves so what they give is of know value..

But as I’ve stated.. I’ve lived plenty generation.. And I know that she can’t survive without us… She can’t survive without us.. But you can’t survive without her.. Least all but the  deviant has been led to believe..

Duller and duller the senses grow.. The philistine population grows exponentially.. They fight for her.. They kill for her.. They die for her.. 

I lay down with Wisdom every night and pillow talk.. Why.. I ask.. How.. I ask..

Watch she says… Be patient she says..

But how long must I witness… How many generations must be devoured before enough is enough..

The heart of the philistine is valiant.. Yet so is the soul of the righteous..

What happens to a person that is conscious with their own dream..conscious within their own dream.. Or consciously aware of one’s dream..or consciously living a dream?

Through clear eyes.. I see the guilt and anguish that haunts your soul..

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

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…

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

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…

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..