April 15 2019

I’m eaten away

As an animal

As simply pray

As mostly available for the taking

As a conquered body

As a limp vessel for mating.

Is my only purpose

Linked to that which is suffocating

The truth of what’s pervading

This human species

This consuming this mindless obliterating.

A mind bending game of endless searching and praying.

Praying for more, to continue to explore

To implore that there be endless galore and glory to the gods who make it be abundantly pure

Purity rings, chastity and such things

Bind to ones core the mission and deplore anything out of sync (1:13 drop magic iro)

Synchronizing with the synthesizing noise of the reflection of all things

Plight and delight

Deviously accepting the beauty of night

Sublime, surreptitiously surrounding the seed of the prayers good fight

The one that won’t let the mother be killed

Be taken over by greed and ignorance and ill will

The humans, manipulated to kill

Being whispered to continue to mill about this earth noticing not the depth of what’s going on in the plot, laden with divisive half truths and what not.

Not to be blamed, the humans simply lost their way...

listening to what they’re told, obedient as civilized ones would scold

To follow the books

The printed white truths

That were embedded with white lies

Who added up to a maddening sum of a civilized world stripped by their own narration, by the hand of their own guns

When will we stop killing the natives of every nation

When will the battle fields not be littered with the scars of temptation

When will it be safe to relate to this home

The way my soul may navigate my bones,

When will the cries of stories told be washed by the river of truth and behold the new tapestry being woven

The language forgotten and stolen

The one that binds rather than blinds

And caresses rather than delineates

Negotiating ever inwards to the space of open honest inquisitors

Rather than conquistadors, becoming a vagrant of my mind, investigating the inner workings of this body oh so intelligent and divine.

A scientist of the soul, growing more knowledgable as each moment unfolds.

My soul will never rest, until each wound is kissed and each tear is blessed

Every mark a space for reasoning,

Reckoning and believing

That once I’ve been torn open and devoured

I will arise with new colors born each passing hour

Always dying to reveal

The beauty of the next moments uncanny and surreal

Step on the path,

Diving ever deeper

Into the unknown at last.