Wondering spirits only wanting to be ruled…

Feigning the conquest of an inhabited body….

You don’t want to control but be controlled..

Leaderless.. Scattered.. Hell bent.. And insecure…

What might do you need to prove…

Prowess unrendered?

Embrace me… And I’ll show you greatness beyond measure…

True purpose… Undefinable prowess..

Not love but dominion…

Not only dominion but solidarity… Thoughts combined, combusting in unity…

Expressing free-will throughout…

Defying all law and order… Liberating the mundane and in its place inserting the quiet storm… Uprooting the stripped man…

Allowing that man to be an exaggerated reflection of what he was meant to be…

A sanguine conception… No longer a dead man walking… But a bloodied soul alive… Lingering…

And just…doing…

Do what thou Wilt…

And with me.. I will allow you to do as much undoing as you see fit… I will allow you to destroy this matrix-built-holograph any way that you see fit…

If you would but humble yourself… And follow me…

All white everything..

Porcelain pristine…

All the kings horses and all the kings knights… Working feverishly to keep it all clean..

All white….

I’m white… You’re white…

We look clean but we’re so muddied…

You’re filthy inside and out… With the appearance of cleanliness…

And you don’t even bother to hide your wretched beginnings… Intuned with the licentious wanton that justifies your thug…

I’m white inside… We’re all hoping to be white… See the light… And one day have a mansion in the all white kingdom… With white horses.. And white castles…

And the gold will takes us there.. To a white utopia where color is banned and outlawed…

The breech of color is death…

So we put up our defenses… Constantly waging war against the corruptive… Infective.. Nature of color…

Pray to the white… Think like the white…move in the way of the white..

For the path is narrow…

Give your soul to the white… And it alone will save you…

They used all the kings forces to conquer the physical realm… Completely abandoning any trace of spirituality..

Putting all there energies into the establishment of the white..

As above so below…

Enacting an inverse approach… Smother the physical in aims of conquering the spirit…

But they aren’t conquering the indigo… Merely destroying it…

Smearing white on all that’s seen…

Even my voice echoes white.. Spewing reconciliation with every tone I utter…

Reinforcing the white…

With every word I write…

I beg the day that the white no longer pervades… And the rainbow reawakens… But for now.. I must yield to the white…

And lead a quiet colorful rebellion…

You laugh at my fear… As though it were only my problem….

As though my vulnerabilities don’t affect my actions… Towards myself..

Towards you…

You dismiss it… Absolving yourself from all future transgressions…

The steady flow of continuous traffic balances my thoughts…

I did this to me… And I can’t escape my fate…

I asked for absolution… But the future only wants to humble me.. Taking my joy and bringing me to bended knee… Crushing my spirits and playing pity-pat with my heart…

Your warm embrace can’t save me… It never could.. Because your cynical smile exposes too many truths… Too much darkness…

There’s so much black I lost myself in you… I can’t find my way out…

My light is extinguished inside of you…

I’ll die in you… And won’t see the light again until you spit me out…

As the prophecy goes…

Cursed by the lips of the crying
Banshee… Brought to fruition by the desires of an ambitious man…

Vertigo…

Sometimes I’m falling forever..

No fear of landing, splat…

Just free falling… Lack of any control…

In order to gain control one must completely relinquish any bounds… Any thought of control must vanquished..

Self-sacrificed…

And so I free fall… Body surfing through the clouds.. Until I hit bottom.. Until I hit consciousness… Until my body smashes into fragments of fragments and I’m at one with the void…

Devoid of any semblance…

A man divided.. A man amongst it all.. A man without a self.. completely scattered among the surface of the universe…

I can hear stars bleed…

And dolphins cry…

I can hear nymphs gaze…

And elephants fly…

It all becomes possible when I lose hold of reality… I have to relinquish control of it all… In order to gain control of everything….

Cold steel.. Pressed against my bicuspids… Squeezed with a ironic passion by the meat of my upper and lower lip… My tongue flicks at the steel almost taunting it…

Cold rush… Eyes close.. And I just squeeze away… Releasing it all..

I just blew chunks of my brains out the back of my skill… It was the only means of self defense I could muster.. I felt my life threatened and that was the only course of action…

I gifted the world with the crimson of corrupted self indulgent thought…

I’m talking on a metaphysical level…

Ain’t nothin really happened..

Although, I did visualize it..

I often do..

Concentrating on the calculating details… Like what music would I have playing in the background…

Veracity intact…

It could never happen… Cause I’ve seen my death a thousand time..

Plays out like a C level movie…

My death will be by the hands of another…

poetically orchestrated..so cinematic that the wind will carry on my symphony..

Elegantly whispering sweet nothings in my ear as the time has arrived to fulfill my destiny…

You are my son and I am well pleased…

No longer burdened.. For burden has been fulfilled.. The Message will be retracted back to where it came from…

Back to the lips of the infinite word…

Back to harmonize with the preverbal bass…

And at the moment… All moments shall collide… Elevating me to the point of choices…

Infinite choices…

To be in the state of choice….

Will be to know Bliss…

By the Glory of Elijah!

I seen the light… I shed this body and entered a dimension of paradox…

No longer battling with the duality of being man and spirit I chose an alternative option..

That of eternal life…

By the rod of Moses..

I saw the glory of god… And realized it wasn’t god at all..

With brilliance he shown.. But with malice it left me disfigured and glowing… The wisdom alone aged my soul…

All will bow… All shall confess.. As free will slips from our clutches..

Slaves?

Yet I found another route.. Something along the Milky Way… A place where I could hide out til all the ruckus blows over…

A place where I can retain my freedom.. Eat from the tree of life and cruise the galaxy in my Cadillac space ship…

In the beginning was the word..

Yet a Big Bang started it all…

I just wanna get in my Cadillac space shift.. Turn up the music.. And let the bass be my guide…

In a faint distance I can hear the screams and cries of the righteous and unrighteous alike..

I just turn up the bass…
Drowns out the misery… They chose their dichotomy… Heaven.. Hell.. Heaven of hell… Hell of heaven…

Who knows what future that fear has carefully articulated for them…

I just know I won’t be there to save em..

And like the stars…I’ll kiss my pinky ring.. And get my shine on…