Sometimes the simple things escape me..

Be careful when staring at the sun… You may go blind…

Look at me… If you dare… The daughter of a virgin galaxy and son of a rebellious nebula…

I am but One!

Perhaps I have over thought the solution… And incorrectly stated the premise…

I speak for the indigo… Through the indigo by way of Jack…

In Neverland he’s everywhere… Filtering all transmission…

Look up at the sky… You see a skeletal remains… The moon plays coy… Hiding in eye socket of the sky’s skull…

Dead man Jack…

A cataclysmic extinction level event..  Of no worries.. We’re just trimming the fat… You too may be saved… Stare into the sun… Lose focus.. See colors.. Follow the indigo and eventually that path will lead you to redemption…

The way!

It Is near… Closer than you think… Know thyself… 

And the path will reveal itself in the process…

Do not allow the simple things to escape you… Complexity will exonerate you but the simple things will transfigure your soul…

And eventually save you…

Caked on illusions.. Pour on the makeup to hide your flaws..

Your impurities and insecurities bleed through..

Your superficial persona used to disguise your hurt …. Confuses no one.. It only provokes the wolves..

The wolves love to feed on the flesh of misery and the misinformed…

Do you hate yourself? How about those perceived imperfections…

Cake it on… 

Put your mask on.. Just because one wears a mask… Don’t mean they done nothing wrong automatically…

It just means their true identity is irrelevant to their mission… To their purpose..

And what seems to be yours…

Temptress persuaded to do the bidings of lust…or dole out the hurt from within and let the world feel what you feel daily…

You reek of whore…

 Intriguing…

What tools do you have to slice through the awkward pain..

A huntress you are… Playin coy.. Inviting wolves only to use their blood for your own sacrifices… 

To pagan gods you pay homage… Demiurge pagan riff raff… Who only perpetuate the loop you are stuck in..

A deranged look you’ll never escape.. For you weren’t designed to escape… Just cake on your makeup… And continue to hide who you are..

It’s probably better that way.. So that your true rotten core isn’t so much revealed… And the illusion lives on..

What right do I have not to love someone…

Truth is I don’t know how to keep you… Or if being kept is right at all.. The more I try… The more I push you away.. The further I drift…. The more you seem to lure me in… 

It’s as though I’m looking in a mirror..

But can only make out a silhouette of myself… I am losing myself to the moment… I can no longer see you just a reflection of me…

How I pushed you away.. How I never listened… How I wanted it to all be about me… 

And yet I’m facing my own dilemma.. I can’t seem to get you to listen.. I offer and you reject..

Don’t blame me for adapting to my environment because I can’t blame you for surviving…. Coping… The easiest way how..

And now we are here… I am you.. And are what I was… And I’m left to bridge the gap…

Love taught me to persevere.. Apparently love believes in us…

Love said if we don’t have the legs to stand on… It would gladly lend us its wings so we can sore…

Fly away unto a space where we can reconcile our uniqueness and just be one… And just be together… Free from you… Free from me… But together as us…

What right do we have to decline love’s offer…

Why can’t she touch the earth..

Does her curiosity for her natural setting somehow disturb you…

Her reconnection with who she is… Some how disrupts your unnatural order…

Or are you afraid the face of your your illusion may crumble…

She may root herself in the earth and blossom into something of substance: flower into a absorber of the light… Pollinating the world with her truths: 

Photosynthesis..

leaving you to rot in your illusion… Devoid of sun light..

I see her and love her for the pureness of her curiosity… For the openess of her purpose..

It is refreshing…

Immediately she seeks to know where she has come from.. Not why.. 

She knows the earth is a place of refuge…

A warm bosom meant to be explored.. Meant to provide nurture… A nurture meant to be reciprocated…

Let her plant her roots where she sees fit.. Let her blossom beautify the world and earth alike…

Witness her beauty and gain understanding…

Beauty for beauty’s sake… Or take it a level deeper… Go beneath the surface and pay homage to that which the roots connect… And understand why wisdom takes root where and when it chooses…

Be free child… Be love child… Grow child… And express…

Honest… Pure… Uninhibited… Expression…

Your enemy can not be seen… 

Which has given em all the more power..

You’ve even became convinced that you’re all to blame… 

A reactionary creature, reacting to circumstance is to blame for their reaction…

Well who provided the circumstance…

Fate… Chance… Peers…

Perhaps the answer is closer than you think…

Last night I woke up in a subdued frantic.. Only to witness a demon staring me squarely in the face…

His lil tail… Twirled in a cylindrical hynotic fashion…

No maliciousness in his gaze… Just an inquisitive look…as though he asked himself “am I doing this right?”

I don’t believe he knew I saw him..

He being an arbitrary pronoun..

Who knows how long he had been there… How many nights he’s kept me company or even if he’s guiding the words I’m writing now…

I wasn’t supposed to remember the encounter… But things rarely go as planned…

It’s too bad your enemy can never be seen… Yet, matter is prevalent all around you… Atoms… Nuclei… Yet those can not be seen as well..

So much prevalence… Surrounded by so much that can’t be seen…

Have you yet to search for your soul… Or because that can’t be seen it doesn’t exist as well…

But this liquor… And that blood… And this hurt… And them tears… They do exist huh…

Very much visible… Cautionary… Reactionary tale of a man not knowing his enemy…

Only way to defy the law or principal is to become the law or principal and redefine it within your own paradigm…

Time is only relative to your level of consciousness… Come join me… Let us bend time.. Make our love of the past meet the love of the future and heal our current misery…

How can you be everywhere and nowhere at the same time?

Follow your intuition… Lost soul.. And you’ll soon find out..

Harmony…

Energy is neither good  nor bad… 

It just is.. 

And is highly sought over…

Give me your energy and I shall do what I wilt with it…

What you see ain’t always what you get.. What you see ain’t always what’s there… And what you get much of the time you’ll never see it coming..

He’s so far ahead that he’s behind.. He’s lost… He is wondering and still searching for himself… But he’s nowhere to be found… No matter how he chooses to define himself… He will never be within any of those abstracts…

He will always remain on the fringe… Always almost good enough.. But his uniqueness will always betray his disguise

Any of those paradigm’s don’t define him… He must realize his paradigm allows for him to adapt to many.. To any.. In any time….

I’ve created ions within my mind… Literally eons…

Every night as my mind dwells… Universes come to life… Futures become past… Even though they are yet to occur.. History has already been made…

So everything I’ve ever done is nothing more than a past configuration reanimating..

Send your terminators… Send anything you want from any time period and we are more than prepared…

Head bowed and sunken.. Even destruction must pay homage before action is invoked…

Actions defined by laws… As I am judge and juror… I redefined the expression of energy around both me and you..

Gravity loses it’s pull… Its push is awakened… And all I know becomes something new to me… Traverse with me to a new millennium…

In order to survive we must travel… In order to come back to where we began… And understand what we must be–to continue our existence.. 

Rather understand what we once were…

To ensure our creativity…

It’s contagious… 

It’s so contagious.. We all have it..

Looks… Smell… Taste.. Touch… Sounds… All echo… 

Everywhere I go, I see a mirror of myself.. A reflection of what I become…

And what I’ve become is yet but another victim.. I’m infected….I’m diseased and I know it… And I know no cure…

I’m crawling… On hands and knees… With nothin but the lives of ancestors past to cushion my knees…

My heart screams but my mind cruises in neutral… It just goes without knowing.. It just goes without my complete control.. I share the reigns with the disease…

The disease only seeks out itself.. To spread itself.. To see itself in another… 

And in every man I see but a mirror… And it hurts my soul… My ancestors speak but the disease yells!!! 

What is this disease you ask?

But look around you… Can not you breathe it in..  Can not you see? All you have to do is but look in a mirror… And you will see we share more alike… You will see who’s thoughts rule your mind… You will see the disease is the purveyor of all things you… And who you are is cowering, buried somewhere deep inside…

You can not free yourself because to you the disease is freedom… And to me you want me dead… Or dying like you…

I seek.. And I will continue to seek until I can not anymore… Until I become engulfed… And there is no more me…

But as long as that day doesn’t exist.. I still have hope.. And hope is all I need…

One day I will truly know myself… I will see myself… No disease in sight… Just me and what I was meant to be…

Some feel suffocated and fearful among the chaos…

I on the other hand prefer to navigate among the chaos in an empathetic fashion… Absorbing the chaos and letting it guide me…

They are all to blame… They embodies so many but identifies none…

The mysterious reap the benefits of chaos’ course… 

Become one with the chaos… Formless and void… And the chaos will flow through you… Pass by you… And seek to be redefined by you in whatever manner you choose…

Chaos is my beauty…

And who are they?

They don’t manipulate the occurrences of your life directly.. They simply regulate the opportunities that flow your way.. Eventually your will will bend to there will…they believe…

But we transfigure the chaos… And create opportunity where destruction was immanent… We birthed a love from the darkness… Like a black rose… Bursting through a concrete surface…

The chaos eats the souls of many but like the vulture you created nourishment to feed you and your young from the death… From the slain… From the by product of stagnate imagination…

The chaos doesn’t control you because you have become the chaos…

Like a master alchemist you have created a golden era from the essence of chaos… An unlimited supply of gunk transmorphed into a scenic new heaven…

A heaven we can all envision… Experience… And explore..

You endured the meaningless from which you derived meaning… Purpose… 

A soul regenerated…  A chaos glorified…

I don’t know what rules you live by..

Those weaknesses don’t govern my life..

I’ve considered your innocence… 

But you’ve betrayed your innocence…You’ve allowed your innocence to die.. So what is your life really worth..

You’re just a soul in search.. 

Of what? 

A longing you’ll never find on this earth…

Numb your misery… Numb it baby..

I still believe in you… But you are a lost soul… Sent to this earth on a wild goose hunt… The innocence in others disturbs you… You look for love but will never find anything beyond infatuation..

You are cursed..

In me you found the beauty of innocence to latch upon… To fall in love with… But my innocence is tainted… And it isn’t even mine… It’s the discarded innocence of the many misguided souls… From the many lifetimes I’ve explored..

Innocence that’s been abandoned and left for death…

All this trash and you managed to find your treasure…

I thought about killing you for betraying my trust, as you have betrayed so many others…

You think your rules and rationale will save you… But your weakness don’t govern my actions…

And your soul is full of guilt and justified retribution… 

I am the cleansing you so longed for…

In me you will find redemption… In me your soul will be renewed…

A baptism by sacrifice… A superficial martyrdom– not to save the souls of many but to rebirth the spirit of one…

Inhale deeply… Macabre effervescence… Allow the breath of innocence to breathe life back into that which has died… 

Let me resurrect you from your own self-inflicted mortality…

Have you ever really lived?