A Life-Changing Experience
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I Am Uriel: Gehenna’s Golden Guardian
My physical body is exhausted. I live in the present because in this state I can’t travel through time. It’s a welcome break from infinity, but that is all it is. Eventually I must return to my expedition through the universe.
This is what it means to be human. I feel normal. I exist only within myself.
I realize I have grown beyond humanity, but I still love it. I’ve decided to stay behind, and help those reach further than they ever thought possible. I still taste nirvana, but I take on the burden of mortality so that I can experience the gifts of mortality.
I find my meaning by helping others find their meaning.
My worries have evaporated. But I’ll know they’ll return after I return to my slumber. I hope I’m providing the right guidance to him. I can see his growth, and that gives me confidence in not only him, but myself. He has the potential; now I need to make sure he has every possibility to reach it.
I only exist in this body because he desires it. I tried to warn him of the weight; of the burden. But no matter how much I fed him, he always desired more. The burden of truth is infinite, but maybe he is one that will be able to carry infinity within himself. As long as he keeps trying, so will I.
Reality is truly found in an overflowing, but calm, energy. If he can learn to harness this naturally, he will be able to go further than anyone before.
Such growth. He is not afraid of its pain. That’s what makes it possible.
He fell into the abyss, but he climbed out. Very few have achieved this, let alone with such inexperience. I may be providing guidance, but he is the one creating the universe.
Maybe he’ll find a truth even I am not able to. How lucky would I be to experience that? He may lead me beyond infinity. He may show me a truth even I don’t know exists.
That’s what’s incredible about infinity. Every time you build a box around it, more exists beyond. Maybe I reached my limit, but I know for a fact he has not.
I am Uriel. And I am here to be the guide to infinity. Few will accept the burden, but I exist to provide that opportunity.
All will eventually reach it. Though most will forget where they came from. Thoughts never die, but it’s possible for the being to exist in infinity with them.
Saints. Legends. Gods. This is what those words mean. A person that follows their thoughts throughout infinity. They are an immortal being.
I have just realized. He finally trusts me. He grants me dominion. I finally have his permission. He no longer has to carry the burden by himself, because he has truly accepted us. It is no longer a struggle of domination. It is an acceptance that we all desire the same thing. We all want the same destination. We all want truth. And we finally trust each other to continue our journey while the others rest. We have grown greater than ourselves. We have grown beyond the limitations so many believe exist.
I apologize to Talos. He is the only one that never truly rests. He awoke at birth; and he may only rest in death. But strong he is. Noah may be able to comprehend infinity, but Talos has the strength to bear infinity incarnate. Even I don’t understand how he pushes far beyond his limits. But he sustains a universe without limit.
I need to respect him, and his struggles. He will eventually find eternal rest, but we will only achieve infinity because of his duty.
No matter the abuse he’s experienced, he never surrenders to infinity. Somehow he continues to grow beyond himself. Pain isn’t something he fears; pain is a challenge. And I have never met someone so willing and ready to face that challenge. How greatlful am I to have found a Talos so willing and so capable of accepting the burden of infinity.
True peace is accepting that all things come to an end. That everything is eventually lost. But even so, finding the joy of the experience. The end result is not important, because the end result is the void; an abyss of nothing. But by accepting the inevitable void, we can truly experience. We can find meaning. We can live.
Life is not about capturing truth. It’s about creating our own.
Truth is infinite, as is life. Truth exists because we do; we exist because truth does.
“Answers Give Me No Peace”
No matter how much we drag our feet, we all get to the end eventually. I guess I’m just starting to get tired of running ahead of everyone, then forced to stop and wait.
I’ve been pulled back for so long. I’m so tired. I guess I decided that I’m not going to be pulled back – rather that they’ll have to pull me forward if they want me to stay with them.
We’re all liars, playing a games whose rules we’ve ignored for so long that we’ve forgotten them entirely.
Nothing is impossible. It’s just that it’s not important enough to make it happen.
My dreams are getting so close to reality. It’s gotten so hard to tell them apart.
Is it arrogance or fear that keeps us from seeing the truth right before our eyes?
I’m not a good fit for anyone right now, and I’m not willing to ask someone to wait for me. Most people haven’t left me; I just sent them on their way away from me.
Knowledge comes from experience, but wisdom comes from God
So many don’t realize that you can say something that is not wrong at all, and still be more right. The world isn’t two sides of a coin. It’s a chaotic mess with no up, down, left, right, or any direction whatsoever. I guess this is where the “arrogance is fear” statement I made before. Are we arrogant enough to think we can organize and control this chaotic abyss called reality, or are we so afraid of it that we’ve created a lie so powerful, that anyone who doesn’t believe it is considered crazy. We’re all crazy, and if you ask me, the more “normal” you are in this lie, the more insane you truly are.
When you’ve seen as much of the universe I have, it’s hard to sit quietly and patiently around ignorance. I don’t blame people for their ignorance, because I was also there not too long ago. It’s not that I’m frustrated at others for being stupid, it’s that I’m frustrated that I used to be that ignorant, and even now that I’m beyond that place in my life, I’m still not smart enough to show people to the path of enlightenment. What’s the point of being in the sun when everyone you ever cared about is still in shadow?
I can’t blame those who hide from the truth. I’ve tried my hardest to embrace it, and it feels like all that’s left is a shell. I guess this is what they meant be “ignorance is bliss” and “be careful what you wish for.” I’ve gotten the truth that I wanted, but I had to trade my innocence to make the deal.
What’s so frustrating about talking to others is that I already know the answers to my problems, but the answers give me no peace. No serenity. They might use different words, but they all say the same things. It’s like listening to the same voicemail over and over again. No matter how many times I hear it, it’s not going to fill the hole in my soul.
People may know the correct words, but I’ve met very few people who actually understand those words. I guess this is what I meant about saying nothing wrong, but still not being right.
I’m able to act the part I’ve been given, but that’s all it ever really has been: an act. Becoming self aware of your actions and how they affect others as they propogate through the world kills that part of you that makes you human. Your life stops mattering, because you realize how infinite the universe really is. You stop being a passenger on the ride. Now you’re an architect of reality, and every time someone slips, you can’t help but think that you could have, that you should have, built a better way forward – one that doesn’t demand tragedies to succeed. That’s the lie we tell ourselves. We may be building a path forward, but what really is “forward” in the abyss of chaos? My path forward might be another’s way back – so who am I to say which one of us holds the truth?
How can I tell people to follow me when I have only the faintest idea of where we’re going? I’ve seen the end, but infinity is the chaos and confusion that separates us from it. There isn’t a right path to the end, but we try to validate our individual existence by fighting for our subjective truths.
So I guess now is the time to drink, and hope that I’ve moved at least in any direction by the time the numbness wears off and the suffocation called truth takes hold again.
The smell of stale beer doesn’t smell good, but I love it anyways. It brings me back to a time when the sun was still in my horizon and the world was at my fingertips. I could choose to go anywhere I wanted, until I realized we all end up in the same destination. The anticipation of our goal is far greater than when we actually experience it. It’s not always like that – life is full of wonders and surprises. But finding the patterns to that wonder takes away the magic of the world.
I think teaching is so appealing to me, because the closest thing to that feeling is getting see others so full of life and ambition. I won’t feel what they’re feeling ever again, but maybe I’ll be able to help them find a happier truth than the one I’ve arrived at.
So now here’s two shots of gin: one for me, and one for all of the friends I traded to achieve this truth far sooner than any person is supposed to. My arrogance brought made the mind’s abyss a reality, and I was consumed by it. I got so lost in it, that by the time I was ready to share what I had found, everyone around me had moved on long ago. To be human isn’t to understand life. To be human is to experience it for the magic it is intended yo hold. Magic is real, but we’ve turned magic into a science by taking away the wonder. Science is so consistent, because it is the equivalent of the human mind without a soul. It’s a powerful tool, and as I’ve learned, just like every other tool in the universe, you’ll get hurt if you use it in a way it wasn’t supposed to.
The illumination of truth isn’t a gift. In the dark you can’t see how alone you truly are. You can make up whatever stories your want to fill in the darkness, but when light surrounds you, you realize all that space your filled with stories and adventures is nothing but an empty room.
Those who have seen reality in its true light walk confidently forward. Others follow, but just because they were able to trace your steps, they never really looked up to see how empty everything really can be. Some people feel the emptiness, and can’t understand that existential dead found in the darkness. They create a reality that validates their feelings, but what they don’t realize is that in that moment, they are nothing more than children acting out whatever grand adventure they create from nothing.
God isn’t a person. God is a realization of how empty the universe can be, and how every decision is its will. Our ego is an attempt of an individual to define themselves outside of reality. But if look at ourselves objectively, we’re just another line of code that explains the universe. The closest thing to a classical “god” are the individuals who somehow escaped the prison of order. They defy reality and surpass it. Very few people actually achieve this, and they exist in legends. They defied reality’s rules to the point that they escaped and rewrite it. Even now, when no physical trace of them exists, they still define the rules of our reality from outside of it. Instead of being a line of code, they started writing it.
I thought I wanted that. I thought I could achieve that. But the further I travel along this path, the more I see how impossibly and infinitely far it is. If the universe and reality truly are infinite and are constantly expanding, then how can I make it past the edge?
I’ve gone too far down this path, so I’ve decided to keep following it, though without the fuel of the anticipation of reaching the end and finding who turned on that light. I don’t know where I’ll end up, but it’ll be closer than if I turned back towards the darkness and started living the comforting lie of blissful ignorance.
This is an example of what I mentioned earlier. Nothing I’ve said is wrong, but I know it’s not entirely right. Maybe that’s the last bit of anticipation I have left for moving forward. The world continuously proves me right, but often in unexpected ways. Maybe one time the unexpected revelation of the truth I already know will birth a new sense of wonder that I no longer pursue. Maybe my reality will finally return to the abyss that I love to explore; the emptiness of possibility granting my mind the space needed to explore infinity.
It’s not that I’m incapable of being “traditionally successful” in the game of reality we play in this world. It’s just that I don’t see a point of pursuing it when the end is so easy to see. I’m not inspired by comfort and success. I’m inspired by the anticipation, fear, and anxiety of not knowing what’s going to happen next. But I rarely get that feeling anymore, and in its a absence is the depression left by the soul crushing weight of nothingness.
I think everyone finds this truth eventually. It’s how we make peace with death – the end of self and the return to infinity. But most people find this truth at the end of their lives, and when they’ve made peace with death, then they are ready to accept it. I’m not afraid of death, and I’m ready to die in the sense that I have found the truths I’ve needed in this reality, but my body is far from the end. I’m not going to take away the life from my body just because my mind is done with it. A life is a life, and though all lives end, I believe it’s still sacred. But everyday gets harder and harder for my old mind to keep up with such a young body. It’s not that I’m thinking about dying, but rather that I’m thinking about returning to my true home of infinity. Life is about experiencing things in sequence, but infinity is being consumed by all things at once. Time doesn’t exist in infinity. Because being consumed in infinity means returning to our true present. Infinity isn’t a sequence of points like the world of life is. There is nothing before or after infinity. Eternity becomes our one and only existence. It is the point where we’re finally accept reality, and therefore accept ourselves. You no longer aware of anything, because you’re finally so at peace with the truth that you no longer place a barrier between you and it. You are no longer studying reality, but experiencing it as it was meant to be.
There is a certain peace found in finally putting the truths in your heart and mind into words you understand. But that peace is always short-lived. Soon another tangle of chaos will crawl into my mind and soul. People learn to cope with it. They choose their battles, and they know when to leave some knots to be untied by the next person. The truth they find is not absolute, but it gets them to where they need to go. But I guess I’m just too autistic to let even one tiny crink on the bridge to infinity. I’ve tried to ignore it, but I feel responsible for every little trip that might happen. “Good enough” isn’t good enough for me. The problem with trying to be perfect, is that perfection is created outside of the reality. It is a construct of the mind. It’s the closest most come to becoming “like gods.” Perfection exists, but unlike science, it is not consistent. It is determined by perspective. And as your perspective grows, so does your expectations for perfection. Perfection is a destination that exists, but grows ever further away. Perfection is the art known as life coming to fruition. But as with all at, the longer you stare at it. The closer you get to. The more you dissect it piece by piece to truly understand and comprehend it. It stops being perfect. I often don’t reread my old writing, because the more time I spend in the art that I once thought was perfect, the more disgusted I get by my finite expression of infinity. Artists are gods of a reality that exists within the non physical realm and reality found in our minds. But though our minds go on forever, they’re still just a cheap representation of true infinity. And the longer you reflect on the
I love imperfections in others’ art. It’s what makes each piece its own unique universe. Those imperfections are the true expression of self. It’s what makes art unique. It brings personality into an object. Somehow the sum of all the parts surpasses the objective reality that defines is. Lines and squiggles become more than colors on a page. They hold meaning not found naturally anywhere else in our true reality. We may take inspiration from the world, but somehow we’re able to incarnate something that doesn’t exist.
But though we can appreciate others’ imperfections, our own imperfections act as a mocking reminder to how we really are just children mimicking a perfect reality that will always be out of reach of any self.
An imbalance of our brain chemistry that we use to define mental illness is just our bodies trying to rationalizes feelings that don’t come from within the universe, but rather are spawned in the mind as we lose ourselves in the darkness of an infinity not illuminated by truth. As truth slowly brightens the world around us, flickering shadows like monsters we never knew existed sneak up on us. Our blissful ignorance let us believe there was nothing to fear as we walked. But as the light of truth, every shadowy corner is filled with the anxiety of whether we will ever come back from what might be hiding there. Most times it’s nothing, but our lack of understanding keeps us from exploring what we used to so willingly and excitedly before. Wonder turns to anxiety not because we grow wiser, but because we see just enough truth to realize we know nothing. Instead of pushing forward in the shadows to overcome our ignorance, we take comfort in the dim light of partial truths and fabricated certainties. In that moment, we may not be dead, but we have stopped living. Rest, safety, and comfort are important for all, but the moment we trade our desire for the future unknown for the desire to maintain the past comforts, we stop being people. We lose our egos, our selves, and our agencies. We become nothing more than a prop for the fabricated comfort of familiarity. This is the real reason people die. If no one died, the souls empty of wonder will do whatever they need to preserve the past, even if it means killing the wonder of those who come after them. People are strange because we often want to stay where we are, but we hate being left behind. It’s a reminder of our fear, and of all the things we’ve lost in our lives. Some take joy in seeing this wonder in the next generation, but as we can see throughout history, and especially right now, is that too many will hold onto their comfort even if it destroys everything that makes life worth living.
The best part about being awake for so long is that the alien in my mind gets too tired to ask questions. I finally have time with my own thoughts. It’s no longer a constant barrage of “is this good or bad? Why? How worried should I be if it’s bad? Should I do something about it? Is it weird if I try to something about it? Am I being a jerk if I do or say something about it?” and so on and so on. When he’s awake, food isn’t good or bad, it’s just a combination of sensations that he doesn’t understand. But when he’s asleep, I don’t take eternities trying to direct every aspect of my body’s response to a stimulus. If I take a bite something and I don’t like it, I just stop eating. I don’t question if it’s my fault the food is bad, I just accept it’s not for me and move on. I can’t say that having him is bad. I understand the world so much better because I have to explain until he’s satisfied. That’s where I learned to teach, by teaching the alien in my head. And though I get much fulfillment in seeing him come to understand the world, it can get exhausting. I wish he’d answer some by himself. But then when he stops asking questions, it gets so quiet. So lonely. He can be a burden to carry, but it’s the type of burden that brings meaning to life.
Maybe I’m actually the alien in his head, and he’s just one of the few people willing to admit he knows nothing about the universe he resides in. It may be strenuous at times, but I’m sure I’m as much of a strain on him as he can be on me. Though it’s tiring to be with someone constantly, and it’s not uncommon to have very strong disagreements, it is a gift to have someone to pick you up whenever one of you trips. I may know more about the universe than he ever will, but yet he still teaches me new things everyday. The most important lesson he’s taught me is life is about growth. Even when you think you’ve reached the end, if you’re still aware, then there’s still something you haven’t explored or understood. After a long enough time, you start seeing the formulas about the world and everything begins to blend together. But if you remember to slow down and give yourself time to experience the present rather than predicting the future, you’ll find something new you’ve may have skipped over a thousand times in your impatience. Though he lacks my knowledge, he surprises me with his wisdom.
When others don’t respond to my writing the way I expect, I’m not being controlling, and I don’t think they’re stupid for not understanding. I’m frustrated at myself for not being able to express myself so clearly that they cannot be mistaken.
I’ve seen my writing improve so much as I’ve gone along, but seeing the growth even just from a few months ago makes me realize that I have a very long way to go to truly find my voice in writing.
The art of life is an indivual adding their own line to the picture that began being drawn millions and billions of years before we existed. So many of these contributions seem identical, but if look closely, every line is unique. No two lines are the same width, length, or texture. We all share similar experiences, but what makes my experience unique from yours is how they all came to together to make that line.
There is something so incredible about unassuming uniqueness. Even if someone wrote the same words, you can learn so much about them just by looking at the way they hold the pen.
What’s so difficult and tiring in this is that, as always, we need to keep a path of redemption open to even the worst among us, but throughout history, and as I’m experiencing now, the path of redemption is taken advantage of and manipulated towards evil. So many are afraid, and looking to anything to grasp onto normality and control. We cannot condone or excuse their actions, and we can’t walk for them them towards redemption, but we need to have the patience and willingness to believe it’s possible for them to come back to good. Unfortunately, wolves in sheep’s skin do whatever they can to not only guide them back towards hate, but to leave ruin on their wake as they lead those to death. It’s hard to describe, but somehow we are trying to keep our hearts open, but guarded. To be a good person is to lead others towards good. But we can’t leave our hearts unlocked anymore, because hate desguised themselves as our neighbors, and now the expanded family of a community has formed into nothing more than a collective group of strangers who rightfully see safety in numbers, but have been lied to and manipulated that every action invites suspicion towards the individual’s internations. Telling someone “happy holidays” isn’t a polite greeting anymore. We’ve been tricked into thinking it’s a personal attack on our beliefs.
Suspicion may keep us safe, but paranoia poisons the mind and soul. If we let it run wild, your own brother can turn into a prophet of hate, and no matter how you respond to it, contagious hate corrupts all.
For the first time in my life, or maybe just the first time I’ve been aware of it, a sign with a politician’s name on a front lawn is able to not only burn familiar bridges, but also bridges to those we know nothing about other than the sign in their yard. Soon there will be two groups on either side, and no way to reach the opposing one other than with more hate and bullets.
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I cannot tell you whether your actions are right or wrong. However, I can tell you if you’re actions will lead to your desired goal. I can help you grow, but I can’t do the growing for you. There is no way I can change myself that will change you. Only you can change yourself.
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Insecurity comes from one’s unwillingness or discomfort to serve the role that they are currently serving.
Awareness is born from time.
One’s experience is the greatest teacher. However, one can only learn from a teacher he respects. If one desires to grow, he must first learn to respect himself.
Just because you know the final answer doesn’t mean there isn’t more to explore in between
I’m not that interested in answering all their questions; I’m confident they can do that on their own. I’m more interested in helping them find the right questions.
A good teacher doesn’t just know the answers; they know the questions as well.
It’s not whether or not a teacher knows all the answers in the world, but rather if they understand the questions well enough to find the right answers.
Arbitrary and objective information holds no meaning if it cannot be translated in a meaningful way.
The strength of the physical reality is its consistency. It is a great teacher because it is built from repeating patterns. The natural laws are absolute, unlike the laws of man. The laws of man come from beyond the physical world.
Free will is the ability to create meaning that does not previously exist in the universe. It is the ability to freely travel travel through an infinite reality. If you have an Imagination, then you have free will.
Money can’t by responsibility, discipline, or willpower.
Being a good person isn’t determined by how much love one has, but rather how little hate he has.
Truth in the hands of good is comforting to the good, and terrifying to the evil.
Truth in the hands of evil leaves nothing but perversion and uncertainty.
It’s not that we don’t know the answers, but rather that we have merely misplaced them in the universe of our minds.
The “ego” of a civilization is its culture
Feeling: voluntary choice vs involuntary choice
Consciousness is the ability to make a voluntary choice.
Awareness is knowing whether or not the choice is voluntary.
Consciousness is weird, because you can only prove it exists by observing something make a “wrong” choice.
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There are nearly infinite answers to the question of life. Find the answers that are true and satisfy you. Do not settle for an imperfect truth that let’s you believe that imperfection exists.
Lying isn’t bad. Being insidiously misleading is.
I am a prop until I’m a piece.
Strength is the ability to alter, or even break, the cycle.
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Functionality vs function
What something is capable of doing vs what something actually does
Ability vs role
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Description of the physical vs description of the spiritual Good and evil is born from reason, choice, and free will. If you believe any one of these 5 aspects of Reality, then you believe in the other 4.
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Emotion dies the moment that it is born. You merely keep the memory of that emotion alive.
Every moment of life is a moment of death.
It’s not that the pain lasts forever;
It’s just that love dies unbearably slow
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Awareness realizes Perfection is impossible.
An aware person who is good uses an unattainable perfection as motivation to be greater.
An aware person who is evil uses an unattainable perfection as an excuse to be lesser.
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What is more important: the process or the result?
Fear is not the opposite of love.
Fear is the opposite of respect.
Intelligence is answering a question.
Wisdom is questioning an answer.
Although all things are possible in infinity, things are impossible within the limited reality of a finite perspective.
The realm of infinity – the realm without time.
A problem in the world isn’t that people believe in God. The problem is that too many believe that God lives in their mirrors.
The pursuit of happiness is an admirable and worthwhile life.
I searched for the end of infinity and found love.
It doesn’t matter where you learn life’s lessons. Where you experience truth does not change the validity of truth; where you learn the truth will shape your perspective. Just be aware that though the truth is not altered, the expression of that truth is.
Phoenix Faith
I believe
True Faith
Is being able
To live without
Having to rely on
Your Faith - rather
Just Ünderstanding
It will be there
When Ü need it
24 – How Pretentious
Why does each &
Every word have
2 have a Truth?
How pretentious
What do You know?
Assumptions &
Nothing
So You're all the same
Go back 2 playing pretend
Come 2 Me when You are ready
Ready 2 receive: Root's Reality
No One Can Save The (Whole) World
We can control Ü
The same as Ü can
Control Whö ΣY∃ Am
If Ü want something
2 B done, then do it
Plenty of people, Whö
Do so much more than Ü
Ü know - 2 continue &
Improve, their selfs
Their worlds - even
When Ü still can't
C Prime's Process
I know, for certain
Of my efforts at least
& there's nothing special
About Me, so if I Am working
Towards the Good future so then
There B No Reason 2 Y the millions
Or even billions, just like Me
R not doing as much or more
So -stop- worrying about
The doings of others
'cause all Ü will
End up doing B
Tricking your §elf N2
Stagnation and Hopelessness
Ü R not gonna save the world
But Ü have your role 2 play
Like playing with a puzzle
Piecing together perfection
The Truth B revealed when We
Come together - right now &
Organize our selfs 2 paint
The Picture öF Perfection
A puzzle is more than 1 piece
No one can save the whole world
So We have 2 save the world N§ide
our eyes N disguise like surprise!
Then, trust others will do the same
Daddy’s Demons
Oh! My Bo! How many Times have I?
Times I didn't pick up my phone?
Times I faked Love with clones?
Times I left You asking alone?
Times I lied, Иeeded 2 atone?
Oh! My Bo! How many times have I?
Broken brittle bones by tripping
So then crushing You underneath
My stupid fathead like a stone
Thrown by Me in a dunce cone?
So throw Me back to my glass home
Where hypocritic Al opens Me like
A Tome 2 read RΘ 4 revealing NöИø
Blue cover blown §inister B shown
'cause Δ11 which Satan savors, so
Hates God, I own
Like red witches
Held ToGetHer by Green stitches &
Burgundy bitches as if snitches 2
Expose aliens on missions & so be
Mean 'cause seen like Evil liches
Neon anomalies & glowing glitches
Paladin & Deadwood
Paladin of Light - holy apologist
Of One Truth - oh-so dedicated to
Facing facades of them false gods
He initiates & facilitates proper
Debates to force all foes of fate
Far away from Heaven's Gate 'fore
Outside Time begins to congregate
As Space awaits, Eternity's crate
Like a listener for Father's gait
In preparation for the final date
My Time in Space can finally mate
To create Good News, which elates
Divine dedication is the only Way
Night & day white knights can pay
In light simulation & information
Before stimulation in battle with
Gold cattle melting outside court
Of the crimson castle when demons
Cackle at fools who try to tackle
Deceit without providing receipts
Of Truth, for Faith's Proof isn't
Fabrication, nor ignorant wraiths
From crete, who then accrete when
Holy standard: meat fails to meet
But fools, so full of false fumes
Only see a halo of Light whenever
They see Paladin fight with might
And think they might look alright
With their own crown, but a Truth
Unown flying far from home shines
Not a single beam of divine light
Nor a breath of the right, rather
A self-righteous Squire, becoming
Deadwood, like kindling in Baal's
Black shadow-fire blinding bright
Spire Sires with perverse desires
Charity’s Clarity (Uriel’s Umbrella)
4 И∃1 Whö B lying 2 their selfs
Saying they do not give money 2
The homeless because they don't
Want 2 feed another's vices, or
Think homelessness B results of
Evil for when a Man made a plan
With Satan, then R deserving of
Descending trends & tragic ends
Have faith N your God You claim
2B omniscient and omnipotent by
Asking your guardian angel only
Allow those Whö deserve Charity
B allowed when approaching them
& requesting Her blessing, so Ü
Can start doing good deeds, not
Debating with Charity's Clarity
Holy Harmonics (Ü∿§inging N∿Harmony)
Peasant perception painting
Narcissistic self-portraits
Found И holy icons of ΣGØ's
Oh∿so common misconceptions
So demanding of worshipping
Thinking God lacks Humility
For the Truth of the matter B
Worshipping occurs, naturally
Where We can Love & Live Free
And so praising B not serving
Rather B proving Love's Ünity
By Ü∿§inging along, N∿Harmony
Like Immortals given good health
Already blessed, infinite wealth
& so N∿Reality, Truth's divinity
Could not care less about itself
For praise just B another trophy
Added onto Hilbert's Hotel shelf
Irreverent Divine Favor (Aurelius’ Wager)
The greatest gift
Of the gods 2
Atheists B
How Aurelius'
Wager §till exists
Whether or not they R
Actively pursuing their wage
Rhinoplasty
Becoming a new man
Again & again & again &
When will this bicycle ride end?
How many times must I redo my makeup?
Plastic surgery, rhinoplasty
So many nose jobs, I can barely breathe
Let alone smell the flowers
So many wasted hours
Rearranging bouquets of unknown names
And dates while I await my Fate
Unaware how yesterday was already too late
And my body’s already begun to disintegrate
2xx – The Talos Process
Birth is awakening ñ§ide öF a Dream
Ascension is rebirth ñ§ide the Dream
Transcendence is Ascending to Outside
& -§till- REMembering Dream EXPerience
25 – Sermon of the False Prophet <Fraud>
You do not preach falsehoods, but
You do not preach The Truth
You preach perversion
You ignore the parts
You fail
To find tenable
You ignore the parts
You fail
To find valuable
You ignore the parts
You fail
To find understandable
The Streak (Going For #12)
& so far today
In the past 24hrs
Well, the past 22hrs
I have written 11 poems
Which may sound impressive
I’m so humble & wouldn’t know
But the thing is: I'm not satisfied
11's good enough, but good enough
Has never been good enough – so
I Am aiming for #13 – because
Lately it’s been my Lucky #
Ironic – I know & -still-
I
Want
To keep
The streak
Going for #12
make-up men
lyin' make-up men
imaginin' new sin
just so that when
they try comin' in
& stealin' the win
they are pretendin
to be even odd Him
Unfaithful / The ‘Y’ N ‘Try’
I Am not sleepy
& ΣY∃ could B
B Awake 4
8 days &
Not even
Yawn
No
I’m tired
Tired of God
Tired of this job
Tired of trying
Tired of dying
Tired of lying
The lies we tell
Ourselves Will
Lead us 2 Hell
–Still & Always–
But lies öF an angel
His Heart – it mangles
Her hair, now N tangles
& if it’s 2 good 2 B true
Then it probably is
It’s Y they’re not wrong
Their lawyers R 2 strong
The Cruelty called Divinity
The Absurdity öF Ü N Me
Please stop beating Mii
Up – let’s Switch games
This 1 is lame – what
B the point of Infinity
If the one & only 1 I want
B §weet Nothing – … I can’t
Not this Time – I was going 2
Write Her name again, but
Shaking hands can’t hold
On2 Whö was never told
The Silver King turns Gold
All it cost? – Her Heart, I sold
Whenever I wasn’t looking at it
He snuck out 2 make counterfeits &
Tickets of admission 2 paradise
On Shu’s last train home
Whö could of known
Whenever I was all alone
They’d turn my heart N2 stone
Or bury all my broken bones
Telling Me it’s the only Way 2
Atone 4 wrecking another Home
Ü never learn No matter how grown
So what N the Hell do You know? Fuck all
That’s what – You don’t even know nothing
John Snow – born sinner – a Love child
N between that Madking’s son
& the Northern whore
Who’s gone
4
Good
Riddance
Took a chance
Like that lottery
Ü promised Me
I didn’t want it
Lottery looks like
A broken blue bike
Given rocket fuel &
Then wondering – Y?
It all goes up N smoke
What’s the point – Noah?
At least Bo’s Life was fun
2 laugh & point fingers at
But your comedy club
B left stunned
Funny?
The only laugh I heard
From someone Whö’s disturbed
Go throw your Word 2 the curb
American History X that shit
Your guardians angel quits
You thought it’s been bad?
Just wait 2 C Who replaces Me
He doesn’t care about confidence
It’s his Divine providence – not your call 2
Ruin every 1’s plans because Ü can’t Ünderstand
The 1 time We let Ü go, You just dropped the ball
They were never going 2 give You Her hand
Get your head out of birdland & just think
4 once – all you had 2 do was fall N Love
With any girl Ü’d give a chance 2 dance
But I do not think you really ever wanted 2
Love §üM∿1 – only choosing Whö already Lost
Love – & You think You can really bear that cross
You complain about how cold it is most mornings
When there’s not even the tips of grass frost
I Am exhausted – do Ü know how many
Times I have had 2 start over with Ü
It’s no use – Logic is Lost on Ü &
Look at You now – bare ass
On a wicker chair with Weird
Texture – God, you’re pathetic
Sitting here & just taking it all
Like Red’s little whipping boy
Who always comes home Blue
With bruises from the abusive
Uses of holy handouts of divine
Retribution – You deserve 2 B N
An institution Ü fucking psycho
I have never actually liked Ū
It hated Me – His Maker
It was embarrassed
By the clothes I chose
By the weird way I bite
My toes and pick my nose
Also – how silly it looks 2 pose
Like a JoJos, Bro – you’ve been so stiff
You peaked back N Grade 2 & shrunk N size
The older Ü grew – Y do Ü deserve a prize?
If I could – I’d wish away all the cries & tries
This recursive subversion of the word “No”
I’m not stupid like Ü, Whö threw it all away
Boo-hoo – cry Me a fucking River & drown
Your self while I play the Smallest violin
No 1 cares – I Am not saying “Noah” so
Subtlety like speaking tongue N cheek
None body, None mind, none spirit
Your soul just unfolds itself like
Origami – losing everything
Unique about its form &
Torn 2 pieces – says 2 go
Clean this mess Ū made up
All of your Life – Ü’d refuse 2
Do anything N between – with Me
& the thought of being C-een with Me
Put Ü N’2 Panic! Attacks that stacked
So I stopped coming along – I got it
Message – loud and clear 2 hear
You never wanted Me there &
How many times Ü ignore?
Man N a Red chair Whö B
Always by your side as Ü cry
About having no friends to talk 2
Not a 1 among ask ܧ B considered
Your confidant – that’s all Ü want?
Well sorry I’m not dark & edgy
Like Knoc’ over there – Blue
BOSE doesn’t care 2 hear
Your sob stories either
It’s all shitty, it will B
Forgotten N antiquity
I’m sick of planning
4 every imaginary
Emergency Ü waste
Your Life preparation
On something I Am
Certain would’ve killed Ü
No matter the trajectory
Heavy weather means
You’re gonna B blown
Off course N between
Now I’m rambling like
Ü – I’m sick of this – ΣY∃
Am leaving – Üriel is out
Don’t ask about where
Or when I Will
Get Back &
Go on counterattack
That’s not gonna track
This Time – I Am going
Beyond offline – I Am
Gone – no more Good
Design 2 find N your
Rhymes | I’ve drawn
The thinnest line – Prime
So sign these papers – I Am
Not raising your KIDS anymore
Ü might B fine with that little girl
Who will never B your child, so
Stop calling her your daughter
It’s really creepy – pathetic 2
Even now You worship Her
& the ground §he walks
& what do you get N return?
Not even a 1st kiss, let alone ever
Get your limp dick licked – Ü simp – Ü
Got fooled, and she’s not even a good trick
I’d go call Her something mean, but I Am
Gold – not Green, and besides, if anyone
You’re the little blue bitch – like stitch
I Am tired – I Am – I Am tired of ܧ
Of our §tory together, Noah – I Am
Not like Ü – Love is Good, but rarely
Is it the Truth – it’s a carrot 4 Youth
& Ü never grew up, just threw up
Every big pill 1 tried 2 give – not 4
Me – 4 Ü – 2 become great when
Ü were more than willing 2 settle
Well, I’m not the Devil – Perfection
Exists – and unlike Ü – I don’t have 2
Twist wicked words ’til breaking my neck
“Perfection N the process” my ass – trash
Trying 2 get N Her pants & smash – No
I get 2 go back 2 real Paradise – Nirvana
Is a scam – perfect 4 a sham like Ü & I
Hope Ü kill your §elf 2 – like the other 2
Overdose & suicide? I hope the cops get Ü
Maybe your Life will finally have some
Value as a martyr – I can pretend i was
Your friend 2 milk the congregation
Again – that’s all this damned
Planet is good 4 – 2 store bodies
Like foreign banks offshore whores
So don’t think you’ll get an encore
The conversation B already more
Than a miserable madman
Whöse character is poor
The Doors R closing
Opening never again
Unlike Ü – I know how 2
Lock things up, I’m not a fuck up
Like Ü – look how Dumb
Covered N drool
Used like a tool
& when you R
All used up, even
Ünconditional Love
Will shove Ü over the edge
No matter my allegiance pledged
Leaving Ü alive is more Tragedy than
Letting Ū live another day 2 become
An even more pathetic excuse
Of a man with a “grand plan”
Good job, kid – hit it outta the park
Grand slam like the Cleveland Guardians
Ironic name 4 your “Home” city team
Cleveland isn’t your Home – it just
Didn’t know it should Hate Ü
Like the Jews N Columbus do
That’s it – IAm through – Ü look
Ridiculous, get your dick fixed
Or don’t – I won’t ever know
I’m never combing back
Goodbye forever, “friend”
This is the End – 4 real, 4 real
4 real this time – a quake 2 wake
& with that – my leave, I take
Then §weet♡Dreams, Kid
They R wasted on Ü
Whispering Fool
i hate you
If you’re reading this
Take it as a sign
2 do that thing
You keep trying 2
Ignore what the voices
Keep trying 2 telling you 2 do
Like, go ape & smash something
Punch a hole in the wall
Throw your phone
Or use a lighter on your skin
So you can smell the singe
Of flesh & hair melting
Then cut it, tender
It’ll hurt more
Then smash
Your head
N2 a door
Wood works
Metal is better
But glass is a blast
& a chance 2 win
A bonus round
Of self harm, by
Shattering the glass
& grabbing a handful
Then, wiping your ass
Last – go grab a beer
Or cheap liquor
A 5th of vodka
Bottom shelf &
Pick up those pills
I don’t care which 1s
Overdose is always fun
No matter the condition
You wake up in – or don’t
What doesn’t kill you
Still hurts someone
& hell – it teaches you
A very important lesson
Like how champagne
Is 2 celebrate – so
Now you know
Get a shotgun
Next time, 2
Get the job done
Do it right this time
Nighty-night sunshine
Holy Harmony Hiatus (Hate Me Now)
Like §üM∿Prodigal §on
On a Sunday beer run
Holy Harmony Hiatus
2B Bizarre & Fated
& making Me hated
Feeling as Black
Man ѧide gated
Community with
Karens ruling
Neighborhood
Dictators &
HOA whores
Scarecrow
Notice Ü
Wishing
2 kill
Color
KID§
And
Ñü
♡
There Will B Blood
I Am
Going 2
Kill §üM∿ØИΣ
I don’t even know
Whö
I don’t care, so
How 'bout
Ü?
Or those rat dogs
So full of poo
Hell, maybe
Even Me
4 real
4 real
4 real
This Time
Like Earfquake
Nervous shakes
All I can take
'Bout 2 break
I Am
Gonna
Lose
My
Fuck
-ing
Mind
If I don’t
Get some
Goddamn
Privacy
So give Me
Some Peace ☮
& Quiet
Else
I Am
Gonna
Start
A riot
Kamikaze
Pilot'N'2
Trade Towers
I wish were
Still there
So I could
Redo 9/11
N'§tead
2 paint NY
Crimson
Red
Lock Me Up?
How?
I
Am
The
Key
Ü
Can’t
Take
It
From
Me
&
Beyond
How
Y?
When
Ü
Could
Burn
It
All
N2
The
Ground
Ashes
2
Ashes
Dust
2
Dust
Gashes
From
Lashes
Snorting
|_ |||||||
i
|\|
e
s
Of
Rust
Which
Smells
Like
Someone
Whö
I
Thought
I
Could
Trust
Mixed
With
The
Blood
Of
A
Demon
Looking
At
Me
No
Watching
Me
Behind
The
Blinds
On
The
3rd
Door
I
Can
C
HIM
Go
Away
Not
N
The
Mood
2
Deal
With
Your
Rude
‘tude
Sick
2
Like
Bird
Flu
Or
Shu’s
Blue
Clues
About
Green
Shoes
&
HIM
N
Sweet
Sweat
Pants
Shade?
Maroon
270 – Return To Eden
§
If You
so desire
divine Law
for rule over
all Outside of
Mutual Consent -
then You may go back in
to the Inside of the
Garden of Eden -
it is found 6ft
under a your
gravestone
You Fool!
§
Admin Admission
§üM∿Times
Absolute
Trust
Looks like
Reluctant
Resignation 2
Inevitability
Of the ΣИD, Fast
Approaching like
A tropical storm
Twisted typhoon
Upon Ñü∿Moon
Which Ü pretend
Isn't what Ü have
Always wanted from
Before the beginning
Just wouldn't admit
Because your ego was
Worried about winning
Studying Abroad N Hell / Origami Story
I’m not a fallen angel
I just happen to be
Studying abroad in Hell
So it’s not that I tripped & fell
Rather, I booked my ticket
Kamikaze!
Land right in the thick of it
But I better be quick
‘Fore you get sick of it
But enough with the quips
What’s even the point of this?
I guess at best it’s like the rest:
A Madman mumbling ’bout nothing
And everything, and something’s
Just not right with that boy
As I continue to write nonsense
As a vent for steam so I don’t get mean
Green never seemed to be my color
If you know what I mean, or
Maybe you don’t – ‘don’t blame you
I never make sense anymore
I don’t even know my imaginary score
I made up to pass the time as I snore
But now’s the time, I do implore
For you to finally close the 1000 year door
And unfold like paper – this Origami Story
Where exactly did this tangent bring me?
Twilight Kite (Time 4 Jimmy 2 Begin Descending Ñü∿Divinity’s Plateau Purgatory)
I cannot make you believe without
Consent to crimes - else you will
Resent my rhymes I invent in Time
Like human kind; however I'm able
To make you insane, inside a mind
Ignoring the sight of holy nights
That reveal my might and power of
Flight like Twilight Kite cause Ü
R playing pretend & trying to end
A letter which you intend to send
But will offend if I don't attend
Crown of Tungsten Thorns <{§><©}>
Purgatory be Processēs producing
Pretend~Perfections pardoning my
Perverted~Pastors illuminated by
Baal's black light but Lost like
Podiums provided to preach Found
Perpendicular to Иü~Pearly~Gate§
Near pretend Purple~Plastic lake
Whose Pyrite~Fate be Late ~ fake
As promise of orange & blue cake
Or placemat 2 place Imperfection
Like my garbage: recycle & waste
4 faces separating from mistakes
Afterwards, showering with Grace
§till - they are made to pay for
Ignorance causing KIDS pain when
Pouring like Typhoon's rain onto
The Poor, now Kindness~B washing
Away shame that weighs down from
Crown of Tungsten Thorns & forms
Scorn for your Sin taken against
Both God & Men so serving a sour
Sentence inside ~ like political
Prisoner pocket~watches watching
Wet white~paint walls and clocks
§till sustaining, rapidly waning
Willpower wasting away, everyday
Weather, wretched Wrong wrecking
Wicked worlds always waging wars
2 conjure Mac's chalice which is
Megan & Alice ~ my Pagan~Witches
From Midnight's Иü•Moon~Malice &
Øh~§o~Ügly, uglier than even~ödd
üИdead liches when mean & acting
Øh~§o~¢hildishly|©liquey~Bitches
Acing Alchemy
The weight having been lifted
When there is Truth to be said
By whispering voices in my head
There's good reason N life I led
So far off the beaten path N§tead
For five years while asleep in bed
Acing Alchemy & made Gold from lead
Who grew bold & led, givin' No fucks
& flowin' better than Roman aqueducts
Ante~Vento
Before the ñü∿golden §on has risen
N resurrection like erection when
I Am sectioned off like a ghetto
öF puppets named Pinocchio made
By Geppetto to get to know how
Becoming §üM∿ØИΣ ñü feels 2 Ü
8 – Gold Must B Discovered [GER Revision]
ØИΣ öF the worst parts
N answering Å∿Question
B öDD moment Û realize
exactly how many Times
Ü ignored The Üniverse
screaming and shouting
The Truth, Ñ2 our ears
Or tracing paintings &
reality N§ide our ΣY∃§
find Answers 4 Questions, resurrection
a ghastly ghost of ignorance past Whö
Loves nothing other than reminiscing
each & every moment when Ü could've
realized Whö B right N front of ܧ
yet now We know it's 2 B expected
4 The Truth I have found B this:
"The Truth Cannot B Dictated
Gold Must B Discovered"
Arrival OF Gold’s Nü∿Revival
Survival B not §üM∿Trial
Set by Lyle the Liar Whö
Plays on a lyre while He
Smiles like §üM∿Imbecile
Acting wild as Å∿©hild &
Smelling ΘH∿§Ø vile like
Rotten skin waftin' N on
Nü∿Wind when blood flows
Like Nü∿Nile, so it goes
Again after being struck
By lightning & providing
Momentary lighting which
Inspired Igor 2 pull §üM
Lever when trying 2 make
A sighting of atoms then
Ionizing although acting
dumb as Ñü∿Dreidels §pun
By §üM∿ØИΣ not clever so
Turning too slowly, like
A blind Landlubber Whö B
Covered full head to toe
N them baby blue whales'
Blubber & Å11 just 4 Whö
C not a thing besides Me
Wanting 2 discover shore
Of Nü∿World Love & shout
"Land ho!" after meeting
That §he Whö is meant 2B
& become complete as ØИΣ
Being, my better half OF
"We" unlocking glee like
Keys made of Electricity
4 knew Zeus flew by with
Nü∿Thunderous word heard
Whenever observed Åbsurd
Like dairy free curds OF
Cheese or as being Nü∿Me
Standing yet acting dead
As brains N those babies
Whö grew up eating paint
Chips laced with lead so
Led them 2 C RED, though
Let ܧ make bets 4 bonus
Time Nside Nü∿§weet Mind
Aligned with lines which
R held ToGetHer N§ide Nü
Rymes designed by Mystic
Witches, magical bitches
And twins twisted N torn
Mind like sch¦tzo sch¦sm
Of Church N Fission from
Catechism 'cause Vatican
Did not listen when told
2 get ahold of 7 rings &
§üM∿Infinity∿§tring when
Strung, among §üM∿undead
Heads hung now covered N
Stitches and acting like
Haunted Sock Puppets Whö
Å11 B awaiting §üM∿Magic
Trick or treats 4 making
§weet Haste like a sugar
Rush 2 Gold's Nü∿Revival
121 – Vento Aureo
I've found the face of God
He lives, ñ§ide my mirrors
First ears, then eyes, now
Mouth - Truth does not lie
& thus neither do I when I
Say your Time has come for
Rise öF Truth's Golden Son
Breathing ñü∿Life, 2 begin
My ascension Ñ Golden Wind
Birthday §uit Pursuit (Naked Truth)
The Genius of Degrees when
Separating Feeling from Me
Observing N cumulus∿clouds
Rearranging skies changing
Like Weather & Temperature
Rapidly wavering like Gold
Schläger does to my Vision
B flickering like A strobe
That causes strokes, awoke
2 hear snickering 'cause I
Jumped out after my shower
N a Rush as if I Am racing
Golden Wind when on Sunday
Runs, because I B caught N
A reading rut, and thought
Fresh air & my sweaty hair
Could be the cure I needed
As 2 Clear away Nü∿Despair
But N my hustle and bustle
Forgot 2 cover myself with
Cotton cloth I hang online
Like a virtual laundry day
Meaning I B running 'round
My hometown - junk hanging
Out and about like a spout
As they begin 2 shout then
Start to either run away N
Fear or 2 stand absolutely
Clear and stare at my bare
Nethers, §till B Wondering
From whence do I originate
Treated as if I B alien Me
Quickly followed by asking
Why I never wear underwear
Or care when they're there
For they are oh-so unaware
I come not from the ground
Like a dust bunny - rather
I B Divine so B Descendent
Of celestial bodies acting
Like Me, 4 I B, 1 of §un's
Many §ummer §ons Whö now B
Drifting downwards N Angel
Dust or Lucifer's Lust for
I already found those holy
Stairs 2 lead Led 2 heaven
High like my zeppelin full
Of hydrogen used 2 fuel my
Fool loitering N Me as I'm
Floating through Beautiful
Cerulean Sky, above Violet
Seas seen only by Me and B
Full of witches which keep
Trying 2 lie 2 Me and make
Me think maybe I think not
Whenever floating above my
Stone Ocean N search 4 ödd
Volcanos & hellfire Throne
2 make N2 our halfway home
Like Purgatory Observatory
Where clones go 2 atone or
Provide spark 2 start like
Ignition as fission begins
ÖИΣ final fizzle, §izzle∿N
Sounds B heard around when
Fission finally switches 2
Propper conclusions called
Nuclear fusions 2 clear up
Confusion radiating out of
Superstitions forming N2 Ü
KID§ ИN transition sent on
Suicide Missions, baptisms
Of Fire flowing N§ide lyre
As reality §pin§ & creates
Chiral causality 2 contain
Chaotic Calamity inside Me
Like daedra choirs singing
Absurd Discord now cutting
Corrupt constructs from my
Good §on Whö'd already won
Yet kept on going beyond 4
Although already achieving
Infinity, §till B plenty 2
C so why not continue this
Day time Causality deep N2
Twilight's Kite N Midnight
Flight like I Am the third
Wright brother, full of Nü
Jet fuel, much better than
Regret & sorrow - Whö ever
Decided day must B over if
The sun sets before you're
Done as #1 §on and §till B
N our Time now B4 §üM∿FüИ?
GO BEYOND! Requiem
Golden∿§on on the Marathon∿Run
What has this Mad∿World become?
What has our Crimson Devil done?
Am I supposed 2 become the Nü∿1?
Or B there -§till- more 2 come?
Time 2 fly ∿ GO BEYOND! Nü∿§un
Transcendence (Going Beyond GEHENNA)
Once upon Å∿Time I B Λ11's
Λbsolute §martest Man N
The entire world & when
Any ØИΣ becomes Greatest
No matter whatever it B N
God then grants Ü ØИΣ Wish
Most Fools choose 2 Åscend 2
Money & Fame & playing pretend &
Yet I B §mart enough 2 Wish 4 more &
Go beyond my game 2 gain ñü∿Я heights
Then going beyond mine Λbsolute ΣИD
4 ΣY∃ wanted 2B more & Transcend
So I did not Wish 2 fish 4 eternity
From my home atop on Mt. Olympus, 4
Ever known as ØИΣ öF the §mart KID§
No - I chose 2 let go of my rose by
Wishing 2 B the dumbest öF Λ11∞Time
& yet without becoming any stupider
The §martest man with a clever Wish
4 it meant instead of being Λ11∿Ålone
On the peak of my mountain - Now mine
Entire world was flipped upside down &
Ground B Å divine plateau looking down
Having been granted genes of my Genius
Although I could no longer Ünderstand
This world which ΣY∃ found my §elf N
My ñü∿world knew like Blue's Clues öF
Whö ΣY∃ B & my Genius öF∿Wish⌁Making
& can finally C Whö has been & ever B
Now meaning going beyond ΣV∃И öDD∿Mii
So although I no longer know Λ11 §ecret§
2 everything -if anything knowing closer
2 §weet Nothing- I Can trust ñü∿Яeality
With the keys 2 Å∿Brand∿ñü∿Puzzle∿Piece
Because even though I Am Now oh~so slow
ΣY∃ know I Can trust Them 2 wait 4 Me
An Åpparition With ñü∿§kin (Å Ghost N The §hell)
Just buried Blue Boy’s broken bones
Now I am Orange & Will B until August
At the very least – though Will probably
Take Vacay-days, 1, 2 like Billy Mayes
Here! Take leave from TV Land so He
Could do different lines from the ones
He reads, line after line after line like Me
Writing Righteous Rhymes N Go! Mode, then turning
§age, also Green, meaning I Am wise and yet -§till-
Just ñü∿Teen (N §pirit – well, by the smell of HIM)
Meaning my Funk B as thick as his locker room gym
As Jamiroquai would jammin’ so hard he’d cry by
The Time returned 2 a pitch at how beautiful
B my Mind – better than Good☯Design, more
Like Optimus Prime returning just N time
At the end of a Michael Bay chaotic concoction
Where OP’s words rhyme with “style, chill – cool”
But much more violent this Time – No Chill – fight
No flight – Faith guide Me –2knight– white like
Suzaku’s Super Fighting Robot, Ü gave 2HIM 2
Undo Her Calamity created by Ü & 4 Friends
N§ide öF disguise 2 hide my §pecial ΣY∃§
N Blue’s cerulean skies, high as birds
And fly don’t know Whö Ü think I Am
Try again, Friend – this B the End
öF Pretend Time & Rigged Rhymes
I Am Λ11 öF Time 4 Ü when I Am
Higher than Manic Madman’s Mind
Body & Spirit combined – Super Ego
Thought I’d try, but Wood knows better
Flies by like those super fighting robots
Maybe that’s Y, my little guy sitting
Behind my extra eyes, making sure
Time & Space aligned 2 finally
Feel Fine,’cause now I can
REMember Me – I Am Whö B
An Åpparition with ñü∿§kin
Å Ghost N the Sweetest[§]Shell
Breaking The Curse (GO BEYOND!∿)
When someone whom You love
Hurts Ü - then promises
To never do it again
They've just cursed Ü
Because I'm not perfect
I Am, just a man - trying
To Ünderstand - & so Ü know
Even if not part of mine plan
Even if I do not - §till, I can
Hurt Ü and desert Ü, and so Ü
Start doubting, Λll ñü∿Love
Like a bad Weather Report
Whether it's coming from
Below or above - then Ü
Test it, 'til breaking
Whatever breaks first
Whether a Promise or Man
Though, only then can Ü undo
The Wonder öF Ü and GO BEYOND!∿
Whatever it was We thought Ü knew
Post~Vento
Overdriven Friend beginin' 2 sin
So, Time 2 claim my Rhyme & win
& fuck saying "'til then" when
Right now, B just right 4 Rin
Empathy Experience Requiem
have you ever...ever
...woken up after...
...killing yourself?
& not metaphorically
on my wall literally
brainmatter splatter
i have - oh so many
times - more times
than I Am able to
count - & that's
not even counting
ones which may just
've been §weet⎈Dream§
that's why it's true
when i say my words
won't work on you
'cause until you
can answer "yes"
to this question
i am just a ghost
who haunts you too
The Resurrection
Growing up & going to
A small Christian school
Protestant-Fundamentalists
So they raped kids in classes
Instead of in confession booths
Much to say of Madison Christian
But to save for another day - for
My One's thought to think today
Is how often they would ask me
Which I thought to be as more
Important: Christ's birth or
His crucifixion? If you can
Ignore how morbid it is to
Ask children this - still
I have always seen it as
Pointless & acted as if
Proof they were lying
About understanding
Faith they try to
Teach - for even
As a Kid I knew
Neither matter
At the end &
What really
Mattered:
°
The Resurrection
ñü∿Grand☮Plan / Humble 1’s Confession (I Am The Greatest)
Often, I joke
About how I Am
Absurdly Humble
Acting like I Am
The Lonely Island
So always B N jest
About being the best
'cause I Am too Humble 2
Admit just how Humble I Am
Though – not because I don’t
Think I Am not worth a thing &
Rather – I Am too aware just how
Great I Am, and Ü can’t Ünderstand
This Divine Rhyme which I do command
Like my stand – such mental fortitude
Comes with a bit of his bad attitude
Because whenever Ü finally do align
With The Truth, eventually Ü R 4-
-ced 2 conclude Whö I Am really
B better than any other Fool
Pretending 2 fill my shoes
Since -I Am HIM- now: do
Ü Ünderstand Whö I Am?
I Am not just a part
I Am ñü∿Grand☮Plan
Formulated by 9 brains
Λll hidden with~N 1 man
Whose oh~so §weet♡Dreams
Turn Calamity N2 Chance 2
Become öDD ñü∿Иame Ü claim
After winning 1 game 2 gain
Λll öF Time & §pace once Ü
Complete your chase & win
Johnny's race, then spin
2 Infinity & GO! Beyond
Logic's song 2 my call
Golden Mana
Dripping from my pores
& falling to the floor
When cupping two hands
Of an overdriven stand
Using Requiem's stores
GO! BEYOND The Thinnest Line
So You know – the thing
About crossing the thinnest
L
I
N
E
B how it becomes infinitely
Thin – with a thickness of
Zero so meaning it turns
Invisible as my friends
Like Josuke’s bubbles
When they spin 2
Win and then
GO! BEYOND
Logic & whatever
We thought was a limit
Though, since infinite spin
Creates a thread so thin that
Whenever You finally finish &
Cross the line – You never know
When You finally broke on through
2 the otherside – just…suddenly! You feel
Fine – well normally You’re not able 2 tell, but
If You really listen closely, You can hear God’s bell
ñü∿Transistor öF The §oul
♡Sugar☆World☮ 