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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..
Poems

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!
Poems

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…
Poems

breathe easy (a poem by Jack)

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I love the curses… I pray for the curses… The spiders creep across my lungs.. And lay siege to the breath of life.. I remain unrestricted… In impeccable glory..

These curses from voodoo masters reincarnate…
Shamen and shapeshifters of times ago..
The 808s kick.. And the curses ensue…
The outsiders fear the bass.. For the tick of the tock foretells their time is drawing near…
Tick
Tock!
Boom Boom!!!
A bayou baby.. Hailing from the southern tip of the Land of Milk and Honey..
Fooled us once.. The indigo spoke..
So you won’t fool me twice…
But you will fear me.. Kill us all you must, but it only delays the inevitable…We don’t die.. At this point we simply regroup and come back harder..that which kills us only makes us stronger..
Bass drum rippen..
Do you hear that.. It’s the heart beat of a nation… It’s the war drums of innocence slaughtered.. Of a planet fed up.. It’s mama earths summoning her first line of defense.. Because enough is enough.. And will power and innovation will not save you from your licentious means… And justified hatred..
My lungs burn.. And it’s the breath of life reconciling its temperament within… 
I will breathe again..
Poems

Dogs bark:ghetto boys cry (a poem by Jack)

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Free falling…

Til earth starts to make sense again…
Talking is a bore.. Logic is redundant… 
10 millions way to make a living.. Choose one..
Too many languages too speak… Choose one.. All these voices and no one is speaking my language.. Not yet a soul who can hear me…
They hear my vibe… Can even feel it… But without avail.. Cause it doesn’t reverberate.. I just bounce off like light hitting a mirror… No matter the spectrum they can’t see me… Only themselves..
But I see the ghost… The holy silhouette that surrounds both Angels and men alike… The spiritual bass I feel it in my bones… And I will continue to live… If not for nothing for the bass…
Brothers alike finding something to latch on too… Gnawing for attention because they need to be seeked upon… Bright souls morphed into dark souls with vicious barks.. Light bearers disfigured into unruly children: ghetto boys beating and battering any and all in their path.. 
Misinterpreted by society in turn misunderstood by self.. They lash out then when this fails… The vitriol is directed inward.. Sad song.. Sung by so many.. But I see the radiance… I feel the bass.. And when self-realization burst through the mythos… Beauty ensues… But happiness is but happenstance…
How can we prolong the way… Elongate the expression.. Perhaps a glimpse is but enough… A glimpse of beauty outshines an abundance of lies…
Speak my brothers speak.. They can’t hear you now they will one day listen…
Poems, Prophecy

I AM JACK (a prophecy by Jack)

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I am the one they call Jack!

They fear me when I have the mask on…
The mask is empowering…
As loose fitting lingerie… I wear the soul of many…
My powers know no limits and eclipse all bounds…
Many have wondered who Jack is… But few even have the mental capacities to grasp the extent of its nature… 
My presence is ubiquitous…
I traverse the planes of the minds of the many… Searching to and fro for the mental of the susceptible…
All are within my reach..
All under my umbrella…
I am Jack… I wear many mask..
And not in a means to cower but by the nature of life’s intricacies…
I where the mask of the masses… So that they can see themselves in me… So that in me they can see themselves…
Welcome to Neverland… 
Jack’s playground…
Where we all have a little Jack in us…
By the time the meek  inherit the earth… My function would have already been complete… 
  
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Silence the Who (a poem by Jack)

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If you don’t know who you are… You can never be honest with yourself.. Forever living a lie… Conjoined at birth.. You and this lie.. Only the precision and surgical know how of enlightenment can seperate the two…

What are we living for? This then becomes the question..
Living to be… Ignoring the voice in our heads.. Because we fail to silence it.. And if we must listen.. It isn’t us at all… It’s a part of us.. As our body is a part of us…as our mind too is a part of us… Yet none of the above have much to do with what we are..
They all provide excuse for dissonance… Cognitive dissonance… And our entire life’s paradigm becomes one large struggle to reconcile the mind, body and conscious with what we really are..
To live is to be dishonest… To live is to lie…And death is but a regurgitation of empty truths and recycled lies…
Yet reincarnation doesn’t have to be.. But as long as the parasite persist the lie must be told…
The story must be told and retold until it becomes true… Rather true enough… These life’s must continue until the lie is wholly believed..and the lie becomes the reality and you become but a parasite struggling for existence..
The polar opposite of opposites..
So who you are must ultimately be killed… And What you are must infinitely be.. As infinite as it is… It must honestly be!
Poems

Soul’s Precession (a poem by Jack)

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Energy is the only thing in this world you can’t get rid of…

A stench that hovers..
Or an aura.. Sweet, savory, enticing..
The human stain..
Residual energies.. Shared.. Gathered.. Increased.. Devoured..
Energy is the only currency.. Attention is the most accessible means of payment…
Fiat currency.. Dead dollars.. Green magic on empty paper… To convince nothingness is everything is a grand illusion… To exchange all you have for nothing… Is the definition of tragedy…
If nothing makes the world go round.. Where are we truly going.. Where are we headed? 
Time keeps spinning and spinning… 
Don’t you ever feel trapped… Perhaps your energies are best suited to be directed elsewhere…
The identity of a soul is what? Love can’t be seen but its symptoms are never curable… Death can be seen but where the soul goes is a speculation of the mind… 
So I lie down every day.. Like Seth Or Seta.. Seeking death and finding.. Only realizing death is but a doorway.. A doorway my energy steps through like the cycle of the sun.. Everyday I rise only to be forgotten from a time before… Everyday I rise.. Only to seek solace because time knows no constraints… Because time’s body is no more real than the heaven I once sought..
Time is money.. And death is renewal…energy is everything.. And vibes teach lessons..
Listen to the rthymmn of my heart.. Know the vibe of my energy and what lesson I am learning..
Ode, Poems

Dragon tails (an ode by Jack)

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Dragons sleep, great slumber.. Because they dream too you know..

But not of typical measures.. Nothing lucid.. But of worlds beyond worlds.. They travel through time and from planet to planet.. Thus what they dream about is impossibilities yet to manifest…
Temporal science..
I’ ve seen children of man hunt and kill every dragon they could.. I’ve seen the remaining dragons become man… 
I’ve seen man and mankind coexist… One domineering over the other.. Without the other having any true knowledge of self.. Or the endless possibilities they could manifest..
Embers.. Tumble from flames..
Flames burn… And seek not for destruction but only to live… So fires burn quietly within.. Nostrils produce smoke… Fires extinguish..
Hoping to be rekindled by the spirit of humanity.. Cracking the cosmic egg.. Allowing the yolk of perseverance to drip… Our flesh becomes stained with the yolk of hopes past and the ashes of humanity lost..
But quietly we prepare for its return.. Quietly we await the Pentecost when our tongues can be set ablaze and we speak the language of antiquity.. The ancient math when all things add up.. I dream so much.. And when I awake it feels I’ve been gone for so long.. I immediately hug the person I’m with because it feels like I’ve been gone for eons…
Tail flapping in the wind…
Tail flapping in the wind…
A dragon lost but never gone..
Tail cutting through the wind..
Fires extinguish to be rekindled in kin…
Until then.. That tail will be flapping in the wind…