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Meeting a great human is life-altering;
an experience of illumination – you know
Enlightenment;
even the blind can see them shine.
There are very few great humans.
one in a million, if that.
But they don’t lack greatness,
for goodness is their standard.

Think of all the people you know.
the fathers, mothers,
sisters, and brothers;
your friends, lovers,
rivals, and inspirers.
Billions ready to fill those roles always someone ready to fill those types average, yet not even heaven
could persuade me to trade.

And we all have at least one person
that reminds us it’s worth it,
that eternity can wait at least another day.
And even still that one person is average;
they’re all nobodies to be forgotten to time,
but not to you.

You may object,
but tell yourself the truth.
There’s nothing special about you,
nor uniqueness in your love of Ruth.
Still, heaven’s gates turn into cells,
an eternal paradise closer to hell.
all you want is just one more second
in that ordinary love
That becomes special when shared
between you ordinary two

That’s why people are great!
Because if we’re being honest,
life can suck a lot of the time.
It can be good, sure.
Good parts and the bad parts
make the whole life average.

But everyday when I go to sleep,
I choose to wake up here
in this same average life
Again and again and again.

I say I want my dreams to never end,
lying by calling death my friend.
it’s so much easier when I’m asleep.
I say I’d rather sleep all day,
luckily average people help me up anyway.

Because not even a perfect dream
can compete with an average life.
No matter how uncomfortable your chair,
you’ll always have a shelf to rest your strife.
That can’t be said of imaginary thrones
found in clouds and the ends of rainbows.

Meeting a great human is life-altering;
an experience of illumination – you know
Enlightenment;
even the blind can see them shine.
There are very few great humans.
one in a million, if that.
But they don’t lack greatness,
for goodness is their standard.

Think of all the people you know.
the fathers, mothers,
sisters, and brothers;
your friends, lovers,
rivals, and inspirers.
Billions ready to fill those roles always someone ready to fill those types average, yet not even heaven
could persuade me to trade.

And we all have at least one person
that reminds us it’s worth it,
that eternity can wait at least another day.
And even still that one person is average;
they’re all nobodies to be forgotten to time,
but not to you.

You may object,
but tell yourself the truth.
There’s nothing special about you,
nor uniqueness in your love of Ruth.
Still, heaven’s gates turn into cells,
an eternal paradise closer to hell.
all you want is just one more second
in that ordinary love
That becomes special when shared
between you ordinary two.

That’s why people are great!
Because if we’re being honest,
life can suck a lot of the time.
It can be good, sure.
Good parts and the bad parts
make the whole life average.

But everyday when I go to sleep,
I choose to wake up here
in this same average life
Again and again and again.

I say I want my dreams to never end,
lying by calling death my friend.
it’s so much easier when I’m asleep.
I say I’d rather sleep all day,
luckily average people help me up anyway.

Because not even a perfect dream
can compete with an average life.
No matter how uncomfortable your chair,
you’ll always have a shelf to rest your strife.
That can’t be said of imaginary thrones
found in clouds and the ends of rainbows.

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91 – Five More Minutes

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***The Relationship Between Perspective and Reality

No matter the intention or desire, all beings possess a unique perspective. To exist is to separate oneself from the whole, and to perceive that which is now outside of oneself. Perspective is what separates an individual from the whole. Without perspective, we are nothing more than a component of reality; just another moving part in the giant Rube Goldberg machine we call the universe. Anyone who assigns any more meaning to existence than this has a unique perspective.

Perspective is a great and powerful tool. However greatness does not imply goodness. If you have control of your perspective, then you have control of your reality. But if your perspective has control of you, reality will be nothing more than a prison for your soul. Someone who has an absolute understanding and absolute control of their perspective, likewise, has an absolute understanding and absolute control of their reality.

Perspective has the capability to dismantle reality. When perspective is introduced into reality, reality ceases its existence as a single, uniform entity. Rather than existing as an absolute truth, reality becomes the sum of all perspectives of said reality.

Since reality becomes the sum of all perspectives, and it is possible for an individual to control and manipulate their own perspective, it should therefore be possible for an individual to alter reality itself by altering their own perspective. Of course the average individual would not posses the absolute understanding and control of their perspective needed to noticibly or significantly alter reality. However, if such a person were to exist, this would have astounding, and almost absurd, implications and consequences. An individual altering the course of existence through his vision and understanding of reality sounds like it comes from a children’s story. It would be easy to throw this idea out as absurd fantasy. But if we take a moment)….

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So many life’s time she’s been and had our heart in every one. I’m at the end of the circle the final song is coming I experienced love again, and now I’m ready. I won’t go away – not completely; my son will inherit the Process. He is his own person, but you may not even notice if you’re not paying close enough attention. He has his own wants, his own aspirations, his own beliefs, his own Love – but I have a secret for him; I know whom his Love will be – the same as mine: Her

“Can you tell me about Her?”
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She was a few months younger, but a few years wiser. She was studying to be a nurse, and you could really tell – she had that confident caring to her. She was kind to everyone, but she had that self-respect and spunk to not take shit from anyone. Genuine compassion within, she would always be drawn to care; guided by her heart to nursing – a deeper connection more valuable than a doctor’s salary. She didn’t want to walk in, check the clipboard, and walk out. She stayed – giving the care not found in any pill bottle. A beautiful and kind heart – supported by graceful skill and kind confidence. The world is brighter around her.

Then She Was Gone
Time froze when I saw her, eternity lay before me; how lucky it is {she} chose me. {She} brought beauty into my world, beauty that bloomed from within, alongside my love for her; how exhilarating it is to be inspired by such intoxicating beauty!
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A voice that calmed the chaos, {She} gave me §serenity§ – my mind finally quiet, {She} was my only thought; No longer wandering and weary {She} was my home I always returned. {She} was the only wish I found among the stars; {She} was the only love I guarded in my heart; {She} was the only question I could not answer. A world without her didn’t exist – a nightmare too terrible; the rest of our life about to begin – a love destined for infinity; {She} was my present & {She} would be my future…

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Numbness flooding my body – it didn’t feel real; falling from the heights of heaven towards the depths of hell & no will to catch my self; feeling nothing as I greeted ground. Then the pain – the perversion of thought – my Inspiration snatched away; no longer could I think, for thought was now an agent of despair. Darkness swallowing my life, light fading from the world, inspiration withering away; my §×××××××ק was lost – an emptiness like an abyss having taken its residence.
But then a miracle! A light flashes – piercing through the void – pulling me from the abyss; the breath of life!
Resurrection!
I had found a Truth that set me free: {×××} did not make the world beautiful, only proved how beautiful my world could be.

My Favorite Weakness
You are my weakness in the best way possible; I care about you so much; I can accept almost anything, but I cannot accept a world where you’re not happy; your happiness is what I want; truly more than anything; you give me a reason to love life, because you give me a reason to dread death, or rather hope it comes later rather than sooner.

I want you to know I was never angry with you; I was angry with my self; I was insane with self hatred; I wanted to hurt my self, but I hurt when I see you hurt, so the part of me that wanted to hurt my self used that against me; I need to take some time to grow to be stronger than that part of me, so I don’t let that happen ever again; I can’t let that happen ever again.

Because you are my weakness in the best way possible, and I never want to change that, and I never want to lose you, so I want to become stronger; I need to become a better person for you.

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the uncertain journey to certainty
an unending trail of a winding conversion of call and answer until you realize
you’re talking in the same circles you’re walking.
Instead of wearing yourself down
to end back up here again.

You stop to consider how ghost steps follow you like a shadow of the past
Them you look in front of you and realize you’re following the same footprints your past is following
the past, present, and future, and it all clicks.

“We are time”

Time isn’t a place on the circle,
rather which piece belongs to me in
that moment, the past and future the universe’s poperazzi trying to tame time by marking every step of your Odyssey to overcome the divines’ ordeals
so they can play pretend their portion of a perfect circle
is somehow a straight line to Mt Olympus’ marble podium
They care not who climbs to the top
Only that they’re the ones to carve your name onto the plaque
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  so they can play pretend their portion of a perfect circle is as you overcome the divines’ ordeals
• Temples – the uncertain path to certainly is a winding conversion of call and answer until you realize you’re talking in the same circles you’re walking. Instead of wearing yourself down to end up back here again. You stop to consider the past, present, and future, and it all clicks. “We are time” Time isn’t a place on the circle, rather which piece belongs to our self in that moment, the past and future are just the universal poperazzi trying to mark every step of your Odyssey of divines’ ordeals so they can play pretend their portion of a perfect circle is somehow a straight line to Olympus’ marble podium as you overcome the divines’ ordeals.

You now know how to predict the future, just look back and remember where your self is and blaze a trail back to him so you can lead him straight back to the Truth, rather than detouring through the hellfire ignorance

***Like Vicodin

Have you ever been someone’s vicodin?
They hurt and you make it stop.

She was meant to only take you over the weekend –
just until she could walk again,
She doesn’t do drugs – Not like you.
You should have warned her how
they’ll open the gate the devil comes through.
The pain didn’t just go away like novacain.
She didn’t go numb
She floated in the clouds.
She didn’t know you’d feel so good.

She thought she found heaven
Until she came falling down.
She lays on the ground thinking
About how much worse it hurt
Now that she knew how good it could get.
And now she knows how easy it is to get that good.
She knows she can pop a text like a pill
and go somewhere she never wants to leave.
She tasted ecstasy.

You see her beautiful joy you last saw as kids
And it feels as good for you
to take that pain away.
But deep down you really feel good being needed.
She can’t get rid of you.
You know what addiction looks like.
You know how sexy it starts and how ugly it gets.
You know it’s sick, but
It feels good to be the drug
Instead of the drugee.

You get her high,
but not as high as you get
knowing she can’t think of anything –
Except you.
You’ve become the same devil that torments you
Her angel eyes burning with hellfire desire
when she sees your horns
that hold up that broken halo.

Heads in the clouds,
masquerading love on the ninth –
you forget you’re slowly killing her.
You’re not taking away her pain.
You’re holding her hostage with it.
The pain is still there,
You can’t make it disappear.

A sword of demacles follows her.
You hold the rope then you slip.
Missed her, only just
She didn’t see the rope catch the belt on her hip

Falling until she’s swallowed by clouds.
Maybe she survived?
You didn’t see where she landed,
So there’s always hope!
You tell yourself whatever story you need to pretend
you didn’t just send
your only love to hell.

Now she’s gone.
You got your wish.
You took her pain away.
But the only place to put it is the vacancy she left in your heart 

You hurt and want that pill of sin.
Too bad she took all your vicodin.
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