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Reconcile me by my Truths… (A poem by Jack)

The reconciliation of duality..

Who you think you are versus who you really are… What you’re deemed to be…

What you are never changes from this life to the next… The source will always be there… But the power of the Who is enough to make or break a man..

So we deal with extremes and polar opposites… Constantly rationalizing the two in this brain of ours…

Who is the greater… Who is the lesser…

I feel fickle and unrooted…

Am I a human? Then allow me to run the gamma of my emotion… If I’m human let me feel all there is to be human…

If I’m god… Let me create… Let me draw from the infinite and manifest that which is without form…

If I’m less than a man… Well then keep me stonewalled… Angry.. And stoic… Operating like a machine impervious to emotions… Repressed free will translated as the ego… Kept in check…

What exactly am I?

The reconciliation of infinite dualities… All converging at one point… One moment… One soul…

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Armageddon… The darkness behind the light… (a poem by Jack)

Mimicry..

There’s an outcry of false injustice…

How can I be me… If you’re being me…

An echo of the original..

Steadily twisting and mutating my truth into a conception of miseducation…

Informing the world that your distortion and disfigurement is me..

Oh you liar.. Cursed is the minute I bore you and near is the hour of your punishment…

And you can’t hide behind a mirror… You can’t hide among the clones…
The soulless rebels you created who lack judgement and intuition…
They will not save you for they shall bow to me…

The original…

Every knee…
Every tongue shall confess…

As spirit envelopes spirit… And energy supersedes technologies… The vibrational atonement crushes logic… And you as well as your carbon copies will cry out for a savior…

And I will turn a death ear… Let your words and machines save you…let your logic and reason provide a way…

Evolve into your own savior… For a hollow mimicry of me will provide you no love… No peace… And no safe haven… Only your final resting place…

Those titans who were once banished… Those things that go bump in the night are all under our dominion… And if need be.. When enough is enough… Chaos will thrive til it can’t thrive no more…

Lost Boys… (Americaville…) (A poem by Jack)

Our only sin…

Thinking we can be anything we wanted to be…
Lofty dreams… Pompous ideals… Shot down by the arrows of depression and expectation unfulfilled..

See, this journey… We began without map.. Compass… Or sense of direction…

They call us lost boys… Animals.. Criminals… Nihilist… Without a purpose we roam… Without pride we scourge…

In cages we’re thrown… In the streets we’re gunned down… By others… By each other… By whoever…

It’s ok… Because they were lost…

Blame it on me… Blame it on the system.. Blame it on whoever… Cause it doesn’t matter… Least not to you…

So where do our lost boys go… Where is their land of milk and honey… Where do they grow to become men…

Ensnared in a vicious cycle of kidulthood… Left to roam for eternity…
40 days and 40 nights of searching and searching…
Days of ridicule… Nights of spite… Days of reprieve… Nights of intoxication…
Drowning out the voices… Drowning out the echoes..
What’s a boy to do when becoming a man is no option…
No beard… No hunting… No gathering… No family… No worth…

Devalued… Left to rot… Guilded… And the cycle continues… Another boy is born and picks up where the other left off…

They stripped us…

They raped us…

The molested us…

They robbed us of our inheritance…

Left us abandoned… Wallowing in our own filth… And told us to find our way home…

A boy can’t traverse a path designed for a man… A boy can’t go home if he has the slightest idea who he is…

All what’s left to do… But look up at the stars.. And ask.. Am I meant to be here?

Curse the stars! They snatched us from our cradle… They forced us to be their cup bearers… Passed around among em.. In a state of catharsis… Zombified… So embellished with the torture that we grow numb to it’s impact…

We simply act and do without thinking… And when they are done… We’re left to rot and birth another…

Another to be just like us… In form… In function…

Another born with original sin…another Christ forced to self-sacrifice…crucified… With no hope of resurrection…

Quicksand and Fractured Souls… (A poem by Jack)

Can’t even scratch the surface…

The depths of her complexity can not be fathomed…

But the depths of my shadows are quite evident…
All-encompassing… The shadows have absorbed all light and devoured my being…

I am a black hole– my misery has swallowed me whole.. I have no means of escape…

I am hatred.. Pointed in all directions… My blows are both self-indulging and self-induced… Flooding with self-pity..

I feel the sharpness of pain… A blade slicing through the shadows…a warm blade that drips of blackness… Slicing through the dark with precision… a harnessed chaos with every stroke …

I am melancholy… Because beyond the horizon is a field of bleak… A barren field.. Fruitless and of despair… The perfect resting place for a fallen warrior…

I am fear… Because my enemy does not exist… All I see is black… All I hear are whispers… All I can feel is void… How can one fight what one can’t know is real…

I am self destructive…. I am crushed within myself.. I can’t see outside the black hole… All that I know resides within the darkness…

Where is the light? Who has my hope… Despair echoes answers.. But his veracity is questionable..

Subtle hints… My only means of encouragement… Whispers from an unknown source… From an unknown space.. With an unknown message…

Stars Bursting into a Sea of Immorality ( A poem by Jack)

Sun drenched…

And sun dried…

Wave after wave crashing against my spine..

An entire ocean of retribution..
From past sins coming home to roost after years of neglect..

Wave after wave crashing…

As I sit there piecing it all together… Not understanding the tide of the devil’s hand.. But maneuvering and evading through the prickling of His fingers..
Death is of little threat… But the coercion of my being.. My motivation is within the gallows..

Wave after Wave bears down on my back…

Lash after lash thickens my hide…
Sin after sin diminishes my soul…
But breath after breath restores my spirit…
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Step after step invites perseverance…
The suns rays command me rise up!
And face the ocean… Look my demons in the eye.. And part the sea if need Be…

Or elevate above the chaos.. Shed the malaise and saunter across the surface of the voracious waters…

As the waters move along forever…. The sea seems infinite…And so does I and the journey I must become…

Perpetual evolution of the infinite being within finite structures…

Structures that crumble and fade.. With the caprice of the wind…
The breath of life restoring me anew…

Stars Bursting…

Twinkling…

Rise Phoenix Rise…

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A Fold in Time… (A Poem by Jack)

Blanked out to another dimension…
Vivid memories inundate
Vivacious expectations proceed
All vanquished as quickly as they appear…

As though they never were
But of course they will always be…

Emotions come and fade… But realities change with the tide…
Realities so quickly forgotten…
But reinvigorated by Something as intuitive as an aroma…

You see, an aroma can make heaven of that which was otherwise hell…
An aroma can take you back to a time long forgotten…
A smell is the trigger but it can’t spare you from the bullet… And a bullet has never killed a reality… Only rearranged what mattered…

Amnesia… Can’t even save you… Only invoke the possibility that ignorance is bliss…

As we reside blanked out…And excommunicated from time… In a vain attempt to free ourselves…In this stagnate reality of ours… Without a care in this first world glory of ours…

But no care is necessary… Until that which is forgotten comes to pass…And that which was appears again as Reality…

Before Infinity and Beyond (A poem by Jack)

If I look back I see infinity… A lil further back I recognize pyramids…in aww at the wonders they’ve allowed me to explore… I look a lil further back and dragons.. I see myself encased in androgyny…

I gather a whiff… Engrossed is the spilled blood of my ancestors…

But the flame from the beast’s nostrils… Awakens me and draws us back to the present…

The flesh of my flesh witnesses it all… Has witnessed it all… And will continue to witness it all…From amulets… To chains… To marches.. To boycotts… To content.. To regression.. To invisible chains around the neck of a beast restrained…

Devoid of all distinguishable features…made less daunting… Stripped of noble stature…

Transformation of a lion to a common alley cat…

Yet the future is beyond the horizon… Not as close as some would like… But not as far as others should fear… A future that underlines the beginning… For all things lead back into themselves… Such is the nature of the Infinite…