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Saturn Rising (a poem by Jack)

It is the beast who creates peace and war…

It is the god who tames the beast..

It is man who gives love to the gods…

Gaze upon this Trinity… From which you are derived… Who will you let dominate who.. Isosceles… Equilateral … Or right angle of who you are or would claim to be..

Perfectly attuned to a chaotic environment… Perfected within imperfection.. Perfectly suited for this environment–but can your beast evolve… Is your god too out of touch with this reality to even care or is man: mediator between the two, too full of himself to arbitrate?

Or perhaps he’s too busy trying to survive to see any light– blinded by his own survival instincts– smothered by all five senses– inundated by your sensations…

Sensations guiding the spirit.. Empty Addictions… Pointless lust… Insatiable greed… Surrogate gods all served by men and man alike…

Is the beast allowing his nuts to drag… Irreverent of any discipline.. Combative to anything outside of licentious wanton.. Perhaps your man suckles from the nectar of the beast’s bosom…

A man who revels in war not peace turning a blind eye to any god of any nature on any level….

And beast usurps god…

As above so below… The body can’t evolve if the setting isn’t adaptable.. The mind defines the reality…

And the beast is at home amongst the shadows..

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Animosity’ s Scapegoat (a poem by Jack)

She utters curses and vitriol…
An avalanche of vile all aimed at me..

Funny thing is… She may be right..
Fate has a cruel way of depicting truth..

Chakras… The path of energy.. Expansion and motion… Sublime feeling…. As on a cloud… Stars bursting and no question is asked..

It’s me versus perception at this point… My body thinks it’s real but all an illusion of the mind…

Say you’ll hate me like no other… I just want something unique: to call my own..

Let my heart pound with the intensity of emanate fear when in your presence… I just wanna be all the way alive…

Curses from all direction… Who but I am chosen to withstand it all… Completely sober… Absorbing… Ingesting the disgust… The animosity is at a pinnacle…Puts me on edge but the come down is so relaxing…

If he knew better he’d do better… That’s the only calming words they can utter…

They shit exactly what you feed em.. A mantra that keeps me sane.. If you don’t feed em they can no longer shove their shit in your face..

It’s all a joke…

They’ll always find a way to shove their shit on you… You just have to be at a far enough distance so that it doesn’t stick..

Let them drown in their own shit.. But for now the filth is all I have to hold on to… All I have keeping alive..

So resume your verbal assault.. You.. You… You… And her…

Eye understand…

And I see…

Island Fever… (a poem by Jack)

Cold wind…

Tender face.. Listless embrace…

Heaven is on the other side…but my mind isn’t there right now.. It’s far off in another galaxy… Seeking a fallen sun, an illuminated earth.. And a forsaken moon…

Wondering how I too can make my heaven real… But my mind isn’t there..

It’s somewhere else… Somewhere thinking about it..

And “it” is the most accurate expression I can use.. Because it’s all inclusive and implies so much without taking away any..

So my mind is somewhere on it.. Trying to figure it all out.. But it’s impossible to speak… Because it knows no confinement.. So it just remains what it is… An infinite sea of thoughts… With no beginning and no end…

I sit as an island.. Formless and void.. But no man is an island… So I crafted myself a land mass of lies and illusion… So I too can be a manifestation… An island within a sea… A land mass broken off and floating somewhere near the coast of California..

And now I’m here..
With you..
In these words..
In your thoughts…
A glint in your tertiary lens…

Brisk wind…

With it on my mind…

Is my honesty too strong…(a poem by Jack)

Is my honesty too strong…

Too daunting and too much to take in…

I get it… Too much honesty must be a lie… I mean how can one love so much…How can one possible have that much passion… Feel that deeply…

There must be lies wrapped in that vortex of expression..

After all.. I’m too unbeautiful to be cherished by another… I don’t even love me… Yet you expect me to believe that you see through all of that..

That you have a 3rd eye… One that burns through the haze that any facade can muster… You can actually see me for me?

Lol… There is no facade… I am as ugly as I am beautiful… For you to only acknowledge my beauty is to deny half of who I am… And it’s not me who you love but half of me… And the rest some bull shit you just made up…

And the part of me you deny… What do you suppose I do with that… Keep it hidden? Repressed? Smother it with shame until it suffocates only to be resurrected at a later time… At a time when your 3rd eye will conveniently fail you… And I no longer conceal my unbeauty… Which by now becomes full blown ugly…

An ugly who’s only companion is chaos…

Can my chaos disrupt our structure.. Will you grow mad with the chaos… Will your love keep you sane…will your love be the salvation of my chaos…

Or perhaps your love really isn’t all you thought it to be…

Or maybe just maybe… Your love will abandon us both..

Let that truth reverberate…

Or is my honesty too strong?

Uncaged monkey ( a poem by Jack)

The 100th monkey effect..

Not ready to give something up..

Surrender…

If the host evolves the parasite dies…

I don’t need to live… Just die every day so I can come back and die again!

It’s not order… But it’s harmony.. Like riding on a freeway..

Yet we’re dealing with dualities and opposites..

Misinformed and pleasantries that allow fallacy to go unchecked.. Wrath is in order.. In fact it is the only order.. The purpose that chaos knows best..

In fact let us burn it all… Allow the volcano to erupt.. Allow the magma to destroy everything.. So that we can begin anew.. Start fresh as nutrients risen from the ashes..

Dualities and opposites..

Kill it’s opposite and watch as its lover elevates… Illuminates.. And reinvigorates the truth within us all…

God save the Queen…

Not her at all…

Let us save Our Queen… Let’s resurrect this dead spirit so that we too may be redeemed by her grace..

Quid Pro Quo..

All it takes is for one to change.. The others will fall in line..

Monkey need not see… Need not hear.. Need not say…

Inevitable monkey will do.. The gravitational reality of truth will innately provoke each monkey to do…

Be a good lil monkey….

Give up who you are… And be what you were meant to be forever…

Self-Pity (a poem by Jack)

I wouldn’t expect you to understand

Beautiful people always come… But they never stay…

Taken from me… Either through asylum.. Death… Or just the vicissitudes of fate.. Perhaps it’s all in the timing of it all…

It’s something I’ve gotten used to… But am I supposed to?

As though a glimpse of beauty is all I’m deserving of… A slice of heaven is enough to sustain my essence… Momentarily… Until a vacuum is created…

I’m frail.. Can’t you see?

I need that beauty… Without it.. Well the void fills itself with whatever is accessible..

Memories just happen when you’re alone you know… Sometimes it’s why I run from the solitude.. Can never let the silence catch up to me..

Constantly ducking and dodging the sunset… Drowning out the midnight truths… The quiet echoes just as the revenge reverberates until the whispers amplify into screams…

Neglectful screams…

But I wouldn’t expect you to understand…

I just look up at the stars and some of it begins to make sense… But then I look all around me… And I’m just as bemused as ever…

I don’t even understand it.. So how can I expect you to?

Beauty and the Beasts (a poem by Jack)

She means the world to me…

But the monster in her eye just wants to feed on me..no matter how much she hides it.. Disguises it..

It’s always there.. Lurking.. Waiting…

The monster won’t let me love.. It doesn’t even want her to live…

She claimed she slayed the beast.. But I still see it.. Playing coy.. Fragmented in her emotions…

But love has little to do with this…
It to shall pass..

She will find another.. One willing to sacrifice himself to the beast..

I too shall elope… But with destiny and all she has to offer.. Such so that I can spend each lifetime with her… Comforted by the foreverness of it all…

In this land of the somewhat free and home of the docile… Feed me more is the only anthem…

Chant it with me!

Safeguarding yourself while feeding these monsters is the struggle… All the signs warn us: Don’t feed the monsters!

But how else can I eat… If that’s all I can be…

A hypocrite.. For truth is I can’t feed two monsters…

How can I ever be fit for another… When my own monster is malnutritioned…gaunt because I refused it…

Denied it my love.. But it just refuses to leave…

Can I transfigure who I am?

Become something the parasite can no longer survive on…

Well maybe then… I can honestly show her… That she means the world to me…

Like the time before we bathed in the Red… Basked in the White.. And swam amongst the Blue… And the stars revealed truth instead of enforcing a manifest Destiny…

The stars showed us who we are… Now they just twinkle unnoticed… Refracting the light of the many…representing the hubris of innocence lost…

Bounty Hunter (a poem by Jack Sniffles)

Maybe she’s here to gather a soul on the edge… Why let it go to waste when you can gather it’s remnants as your own…

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Death isn’t what they suppose it to be.. They say I’m selfish… The nerve of them to even claim rights to my existence in my inexistence…

Oh… It’s the repercussions I must fear?

From who? Lol….

Well if she feeds off misery, she will have none here… If she feeds off self-loathing, she will have none here.. If she feeds off the aftermath of wasted potential, well she may get more than she can handle..

But what’s mine is mine, and no one else’s. If I no longer want it, then I can destroy it with no guilt…

And that alone provides a source of satisfaction… An inspiration in a sense…

Ironic..

The idea of some type of morbid attainment…the only attainment is freedom from myself… And the prison I so conveniently created for myself… A self-referential pattern of thoughts and beliefs that keep me confined.. Constricted…

And reduced to a blob of me…

So she may be here to gather a soul on the Edge…But does she want the responsibility that comes along with it…

Perhaps she may see me for me… Shed the filth and simply repackage my core.. Bundle me with another and sale us as a bargain bundle pack…

Two souls… For the price of one…

Twice the despair and half the hope….

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A mirror is nothing more than a doorway to a greater truth..(a poem by Jack)

The monster feeds himself.. At every whim… At every chance.. An insatiable desire… It just won’t stop feeding…

It makes me feed it…

I do… Because I still have chunks of me missing from my refusal.. And I feed it by any means necessary.. There’s no peace unless she’s feeding…. And for a slight moment when she is done…

What do you have to offer to the Pot?

Time?

She likes your time…

Energy?

She especially enjoys energy…

Although her favorite dish is your attention… Give her all your attention and she’ll be delighted…I mean only for a moment though.. Although the moment you withdraw your attention her petulance activates!!!

Americaville protect me!

Americaville forgive me..

God show me the road to perdition…

Where is this vicarious absolution so I don’t have to atone for this mess.. I just fed the beast I’m not responsible for her doing..

Look! I too have suffered… Is that not enough…

Shall I prepare a hardy sacrifice… Some of my best fruit or grain..

No…

Perhaps my best Ram…

No…

Human sacrifice?

Closer…

My first born?

(I want out but I can’t escape… She’s everywhere I go.. I can’t breathe without her knowing.. I can’t work unless it’s for her benefit.. She’s all encompassing… She suffocating.. I’m scared because I want out! But she’s everywhere… Every piece of this earth is her domain.. And everywhere I go everyone is under her dominion.. Her dominion knows no bounds..)

Woah… My first born? Am I not enough? Is all my toil not enough? Must you have it all…

(You see… I’ve figured out a way to defeat her.. She must implode… Yah that must be the key… Make her eat herself into oblivion before she devours us all..)

If you spare my seed.. I’ll do anything..

You want us both?

I see…

This thing in the mirror is almost unrecognizable… This isn’t what I wanted to be at all… Did I make me this way… This isn’t what I’m supposed to be…

It just kind of happened…

And now I know no way out of this scenario… This reflection.. Of something that isn’t me…so I feed… And feed…

And feed…

Fear …… Fate (A poem by Jack…)

Why do I have to witness the aftermath of my destruction..

The faces… The tears… The loss

Can I not walk away and turn my back on all the pain…

Sadism I have no affinity for..

I’m just in love with the chaos..

A beautiful desolation..

Let me revel in my contempt… Not contempt for the victims… They’re simply collateral damage..

But contempt that I couldn’t destroy more… So many more psyches to crash… Souls to burn.. Spirits to smash…

Let me build you up… Let me melt you into inexistence… For that is my only expression of love..

How come the memories just fadeaway like it never was…

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Why don’t the memories fade… Haunting me like a ghost… You were just there.. Now.. You are no more… Etched into oblivion… Burnt in the history of abstract desires… And misplaced happiness…

Why does it feel… How does it fell…

Lost amongst the shambles… Why must I know… I’m just a machine built to terminate.. Why do I need to know? I don’t need to see the aftermath… Feel the repercussions.. Know the struggle of reconciliation…

I’m just the demolition man… That’s the life that chose me…and if karma has it.. I too will meet the fate I so earnestly bestowed… Running in circles… Only brings me closer to my destiny…

So why resist?

Let me face this fear I’ve spent forever running from.. This desolation.. This suffering.. If it’s for me to bear… Let it be… Let’s see how much trauma I can sustain…before you turn your back on me…

At least your doings will be justified…