Thread 936642315

Woe is my journey until now, totality in essence
Breaking gently in times forgotten
The sin of living is the curse of my own destination, Earth underfoot
Under the feet of the divine completion, spirals my existence
Towards unknown reaches, known to chaos in all glory
Seeking peace and daring to ask to be happy once more
Shall I brave the fluctuation of logical continuance?
To what end happiness, of life that seeks to only live til dust once more?
Has thou forsaken me also, sweet Ghaia of magnificent dynamics?
I could weep if thou wouldst determine me abomination
Yet weep not for the crooked of heart and mind shall take me to their bosom
I am not empty, just once more free
Where does the storm land my broken branch of hope?
On the shores of distant and fog-covered isles, perhaps
A fog over the future, likened to the past obscurity of moments in mind
Woe is my journey, for it built me to be an abomination under humanity
This abomination rests, to find a balance in the unlikelihood of normalcy
As I go to no war, to defend no idea, for no hero, with no certainty
I bend that disgrace to my superiority of self-interest
It is not my desire to be known to be of a man's argument
It is man's desire to be known to be without my clear and unsettling curse
If no desire is what I shall earn, then no desire be my brother
In the dark, in the light, in the kaleidoscopic rainbow which turns grey

I am my own worst enemy, for nought is great when it stands without brothers of a human kind; understood

Predicted, sharp and focused tearing of shirt
The enemy who would only see malformed poets licence
He waits to strike, to venture a spite into the mind of his prey
He knows he cannot fail if he should strike without concern

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My battle rises daily, reaching its peak at dusk of life.
If no enemy shall take my soul, where shall it be granted leniancy from the war which never ceases?
I hold no malice toward my murderer, for only a slight thing was stolen

Slight... The ebbing of biological structure towards a failing of heart
Great... The rising pain of knowing the day is coming
Of a greyness... The journey's end, which is a beginning
Empty... The promises of the cross come from peasants and lords without evidence.

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So he does not read his email, for fear he will see a senders name
He is a fool to his own future, jesting with a clear purpose
Thinking a person writes to himself for attention.
Not realising that many threads go without over the decades and many times such a mind has been at one with himself.

Weak, the mind of the predator who would hinder for the sake of doing so, his end would approach sooner in the realm of mind, for no system can defend against one's own broken logic.

Enemies?
Just another name for corpses who do not know they have already reached their destination.

I find no struggle in being alone, and a monk will tell you why.

I have peace with all outcomes.
The realm of man is but a mirage on the mask which is the flux of time and space.
If no outcome is feared, then no break in peace can be witnessed.
The mark of a true seeker of enlightenment.

Hold now, for no wisdom arrives when spat without concern for oneself.

And so the game is held til the players are ready to make a move.
In no field of vision resides the blindspot which hides the move they are about to play, for a moment is a presentation of a choice one was destined to make.
As I reside outside myself in this moment, amidst flux in the realm of divine unspoken, I know I am one with the mission, which is merely a goal to have a goal at all.

I shift the frequency of energetic motion amidst the masses to rise up those with hope amidst the bold who dare wonder if everything can be changed for the better. Leaving residual energetic frequency towards paranoia in the many who look on. Then I know I am God amongst men and not equal amidst inferiors.

So think not that things will not come to pass which exceed your plausible acceptance threshold, think that things will come to pass unknown to your moment in time.

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