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Meet Me

Meet me on the Cross
So we can banter on the manifold of our forfeitures within and without
The things we did or tried perhaps to no avail when we had no love
From within, tangential, below, coming (as we thought), and or above
And as well whence we triumphed in those moments when we foreswore its divinity
For within our hearts we held the greatest regard for ourselves and knew the supremacy of our love
wrought in blood, angst, and sacrifice
Meet me in fecund fields of knowledge
Where we can exchange recipes and formulas for man's progression
Through the material and indeed achievement abounding feverishly from within
Meet me in the fields
Where we boast with hilarity and chastise the feeble of heart and spirit
As well as cannibalize those who have no sincere regard for the gratis of our beings
Meet me on farms of peace
Where I
With you
Exhaled nothing into the winds of levity
And felt something
So profound
I collapsed as a man in release
To the ground praising the gods of peace and atonement
Meet me in the fast metropolis of unmolested urbanity
Where we are free to roll the streets nightly into the openings of dawn
Where we flaunt our hardness as concrete as the ground upon which we saunter
And whistle wolfishly for the ones we adore
Meet me in the parthanons of suburbia
Where we folly with quip and magnanimity
Paint brush love through our faces and the opening world
Modern knights wielding ambrosia with the goddesses of refine and splendor
My love at last meet me in the tabernacles of love
Where our universes adjoin on mattresses of perspiration and coruscated inspiration
Where our ascending suns meet no challenge or remit from no reprisal
Where we hold ourselves together
In struggle, at night, in merriment, at day, in despair
Love dolls
Forevermore in each other’s needs and want
Where we confessed to each other the utter truth
We held no true love for the outer world
Without us binded forever together
Nay, to no chagrin seeing it either rise or crumple
Caring not in truth without the permaniscience of our union and convergently our loves adjoined
me (Tommorow)

Sorrow and Miracle
O woe to the gods and goddesses of tomorrow
Our world is in an abysmal stasis
Supremacy, nay genuine regard reigns with neither
The loving have no hate
And the hateful have no love
By chance while encroaching upon the local pond the other day
I saw a purile, white dove that shot guns for itself
And as well a pit blackened viper that sucked the venom from the leg of a wounded animal
Ah me
An incorrigible miracle these were to my soul
And I was never so gratified in my heart
me(Tommorow)


Too many people in our world, particularly among the middle to elite classes, eke out their entire existences uncritically and generally accepting that they have been given gratuitously too much in life or something for nothing. Because of their indoctrination by auspices, either agencies, institutions, and or individuals of above, tangential, coming, or below (most particularly) they fell to appreciate or self-validate the utter pain, angst, and dejection that constitutes too often at times of distraught and suffering the cornucopia of conundrums of their wretched life. Underlying the so called spoiled syndrome and or mentality that those who posses it harbor is the recurring and domineering belief of non-entitlement, to love particularly (hate most preeminently), precluding the victimized or possessor of such a world view the attainment of genuine spiritual wellness and wholesome beliefs and efficacy or tenacity of spirit. me (The Constructive Reinvention and Reimagination of Spoiled Syndrome for the Purposes of People's Physic Understanding)


For me the essence of genius or sincere self-authority and life mastership was being absolutely sure of yourself even if you were completely, madly wrong for if you were inwardly and perpetually distraught or nay, indeed broken, how I ask would you ever reach and henceforth retain the mountaintops of your excellence? me (Live from Death Row: Scriptures and Axioms of Grow Wrought in Love, Learning, Hate, and Redemption)

It is always a good habit to write down, record, and or dramatize your feelings. Do not care about form. Not only do you release pain or joy you also immortalize the scriptures of your heart for the potential help and or wonder of future generations. (same work as above)