Stated before in here works, the fool is but a step for the tool to see the search.
A fool is a toll, a ghoul as long lost roll. You must stumble before you walk, walk before you fly, soar before your “die”.
Don’t confine men to boxes, as that is not divine it is nauseas.
Glad to have my process dictated on the site, as others soon will find their journey will unwind. From fool to him who rules, but what is power? If friends aren’t there to enjoy the hour. A lantern to lead my knowledge I bleed, those who don’t understand flee, those who see all geek, I know not much to teach besides the buttons of all humanity.
Plagued by images of fast and future, blessed by the visions of laugh and a tutor. Light rips the flesh, a soul transcends any net, past lives, fueling a new night and a light to accompany that blight.
I wish to draw the all of the drawl of my mind and it’s connect to the divine. To show others the images that are beyond diminishing, I had once wished for a teacher but he was always here, a whimsical preacher, who guides me, tries me, so one day I be the I of the Thee
The fool the tool and the ghoul
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Bounced around, bumped around, pounced upon, deliverance begun. Goosebumps and energy soaring, a spark bouncing around the bounds of a prism. Rainbows and lighting and marbel and onyx swirling as liquid and air. Complimenting, showing the way, and helping others beyond myself along this ray, fruit for those of all days. Possessed by unrest of artistic and moral righteousness. We all of transgressed, but that does not mean what we have seen isn’t apart of the test. From East to west, all have varying words and opinions of what’s best. But do they not all jest and say the same words of unending and glorious nerve?
A trial by words I face, conversations are my ace, a spirit in a vial, message in a bottle, revved full throttle, now let me hear the heavens and the hells hollar? Been hundreds of years since I heard them speak to me of the Father
A trial by words I face, conversations are my ace, a spirit in a vial, message in a bottle, revved full throttle, now let me hear the heavens and the hells hollar? Been hundreds of years since I heard them speak to me of the Father
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Re: The fool the tool and the ghoul
Being born a fate that has its date? On a path sewn with wrath? Like gods blood and knowledge bleeding through a gash, it hurts but it could be worse, it hurts to show you a well creativity and bliss that may burst. One has no concept of glory without hurting, no idea of bliss without the snakes hiss. You must live so may die, no man can see the kingdom of heaven without dying.
Ego death and unrest and the rest beyond the physical death. You meant to evolve and meant to revolve.
The ego, is a rock in the stream that gets worn and weathered, maybe it’s an integral part of directing the stream, but as time always flows the water wear it, maybe so much down it releases its physical body to roll and bounce along the stream to newer lands.
Maybe a man may ever lead his house, but his mind grow beyond the earth itself. A homeless man may never know home or a friend for decades, but might find bliss beyond that watching the world turn by and absorbing its unfolding beauty.
That riotous kid in school always looking for another joke to play to entertain without the expense of another may be deemed a fool, but maybe the angels demons and those in between still crack a smile at the stunts and guile. Maybe those “simple” men and women PEOPLE all just absorb and act out the will of the all as the wind and wave come to and fro. As a comedian does a show for the stage and leaves behind that dramatize persona as he steps off.
Why can’t the guru be a rockstar? The priest an insatiable poet? The atman, a being that relates to all man, and can let himself enjoy their ploys without becoming their toy.
I truly wonder, how many janitors, office workers, lonely and “lowley” children receive the state of understanding here, but never know what they tap into, and stay ridiculed.
It makes my eyes water up, I’ve been there, many of us have. But maybe, suffering is essential, to know how bad it can be to be wary of doing the same to others.
Ceaseless passion, cloaked in infinities fashion.
Ego death and unrest and the rest beyond the physical death. You meant to evolve and meant to revolve.
The ego, is a rock in the stream that gets worn and weathered, maybe it’s an integral part of directing the stream, but as time always flows the water wear it, maybe so much down it releases its physical body to roll and bounce along the stream to newer lands.
Maybe a man may ever lead his house, but his mind grow beyond the earth itself. A homeless man may never know home or a friend for decades, but might find bliss beyond that watching the world turn by and absorbing its unfolding beauty.
That riotous kid in school always looking for another joke to play to entertain without the expense of another may be deemed a fool, but maybe the angels demons and those in between still crack a smile at the stunts and guile. Maybe those “simple” men and women PEOPLE all just absorb and act out the will of the all as the wind and wave come to and fro. As a comedian does a show for the stage and leaves behind that dramatize persona as he steps off.
Why can’t the guru be a rockstar? The priest an insatiable poet? The atman, a being that relates to all man, and can let himself enjoy their ploys without becoming their toy.
I truly wonder, how many janitors, office workers, lonely and “lowley” children receive the state of understanding here, but never know what they tap into, and stay ridiculed.
It makes my eyes water up, I’ve been there, many of us have. But maybe, suffering is essential, to know how bad it can be to be wary of doing the same to others.
Ceaseless passion, cloaked in infinities fashion.
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I rant I write I bend as the wind as a member of your kin. Desire to bring light, a live wire ready to take flight, to gift onto those a Chance to fight. A laugh a light, a raft, a path of what’s right. To see the beauty in all little and all massive, of the microcosm to the macrocosm, to whittle their minds and become passive. A instrument in the symphony, assorting the animalistic and blinding cacophony, to show my brothers the other that transcends father and mother, that gateway and that cover, the blinding and the path that is ever finding.
Everyone is chosen, woven, it seems insignificant but be grateful for the gifts of the magnificent. It’s flowing, amoung us is growing. Humanity at a crossroads, where will we go? Government officials have received a heavenly and hellish warning, the new renaissance is before us, they will ignore and deplore us. My tongue is a sword and shield I bridle it as to not make innocents a meal, to cut the weeds in the garden to show them the heed and warning. To show them what’s alarming and what will be the coming
Everyone is chosen, woven, it seems insignificant but be grateful for the gifts of the magnificent. It’s flowing, amoung us is growing. Humanity at a crossroads, where will we go? Government officials have received a heavenly and hellish warning, the new renaissance is before us, they will ignore and deplore us. My tongue is a sword and shield I bridle it as to not make innocents a meal, to cut the weeds in the garden to show them the heed and warning. To show them what’s alarming and what will be the coming
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Re: The fool the tool and the ghoul
The sword of the word the bird is sword is the word is bird is the eht drows fo eht word eht drib si drows si eht drows si drib is eht
Christ the light, the right height Osiris in iris Sirius is Near is dear to us is to see us is like the hand of gust is the body of just, jesus he is thus thus is he the son the one of the sun the one to come and make done the one far flung from that sun into our rung.
Here is the light is the right light here to hear that fear is the beginning and conquer of such is the winning, disgust lust let he replaced by trust and his wind and his gust. Love you must you must fly like a dove high is to like a passenger on a bus like a messenger that must rise from the dust.
Hear the light, the here is right, right is the light, to hear is to be here, to draw near the clear that is near that one reveres and holds dear, like a man on pier looking out into the ocean and motions of fear, that may draw a tear may shear weight one once held dear, so that thou may hear the here of whats dear as the forest holds a deer one must allow the path to made clear as for oneself to be told in his ear to become the new one pioner
Christ the light, the right height Osiris in iris Sirius is Near is dear to us is to see us is like the hand of gust is the body of just, jesus he is thus thus is he the son the one of the sun the one to come and make done the one far flung from that sun into our rung.
Here is the light is the right light here to hear that fear is the beginning and conquer of such is the winning, disgust lust let he replaced by trust and his wind and his gust. Love you must you must fly like a dove high is to like a passenger on a bus like a messenger that must rise from the dust.
Hear the light, the here is right, right is the light, to hear is to be here, to draw near the clear that is near that one reveres and holds dear, like a man on pier looking out into the ocean and motions of fear, that may draw a tear may shear weight one once held dear, so that thou may hear the here of whats dear as the forest holds a deer one must allow the path to made clear as for oneself to be told in his ear to become the new one pioner
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Be pious chain your riot rain your kite and Enflame your highness, highness enflame and your kite face riots and rain and you pious may seek to live without stain, without stain stumble out with pain and trouble. In with bliss and site so that thou may kiss the light, do not go quietly into the night, fight and ingnite your park to invite a divine garden and rite.
Invite Be Right, See Light, Consume the Dew of Sight, Sight for Dew, You for Signt, thou art light and light art thou, thou ask how and be endowed with Wow. Now is the Plow with maketh way for seeds to grow from the earth and feed those who may flow and birth.
Endow the Now with Wow, Wow with now thou do Endow, wear a just blouse and rust will not find you out, your life once did roundabout now it is past your new life will soar and shout,be out of an enslaved route and be broken from your cave of doubt and surf the waves up and down. Wield chaos to make us and shake us so that peace may come and that inner beast will succumb,be tested by word bit and breadcrumb so that thou may be be rested fit and overcome.
These words filled with worlds, suited for all herds and meant for all to be lent and heard. A borrowed ear for tomorrow’s year, it is near so thou should be tested and taught how so that the now be free of distraught and learn of how thy rot and how thou will it and will be of the thee, the all encompassing free, the ride of a lifetime to make one see and say wee and see the thee the three of the we, the we of the us, the will of the just, not willed by the kill or lust but gifted to break beyond the wake that is thus. Thus must learn to weave and turn to sew and face the burns, the reap and see what’s divine and make thou mine and thank gracefully of the assist to thys own eye. For thou art not thou as how one perceives, for you yourself a star among many in a sea that is plenty of wealth and remedy, a soul on a roll a foal in a forest of gold, the rest of the earth from which material birthes is not fitted for once’s divine tastes of the transmitted, let logos go high and low and play a part in rowing your boat, pathos be your wrath and lust o control that beast for his ideas are the very least, ethos connect to your people, lead those who need most. All three imbued in the thee of that, that is thee, that thou is deemed, to be blessed and anointed with the thought of what thou sought and be gainful but first “painful” to earthly desires that keep man on a reign and the floor.
Invite Be Right, See Light, Consume the Dew of Sight, Sight for Dew, You for Signt, thou art light and light art thou, thou ask how and be endowed with Wow. Now is the Plow with maketh way for seeds to grow from the earth and feed those who may flow and birth.
Endow the Now with Wow, Wow with now thou do Endow, wear a just blouse and rust will not find you out, your life once did roundabout now it is past your new life will soar and shout,be out of an enslaved route and be broken from your cave of doubt and surf the waves up and down. Wield chaos to make us and shake us so that peace may come and that inner beast will succumb,be tested by word bit and breadcrumb so that thou may be be rested fit and overcome.
These words filled with worlds, suited for all herds and meant for all to be lent and heard. A borrowed ear for tomorrow’s year, it is near so thou should be tested and taught how so that the now be free of distraught and learn of how thy rot and how thou will it and will be of the thee, the all encompassing free, the ride of a lifetime to make one see and say wee and see the thee the three of the we, the we of the us, the will of the just, not willed by the kill or lust but gifted to break beyond the wake that is thus. Thus must learn to weave and turn to sew and face the burns, the reap and see what’s divine and make thou mine and thank gracefully of the assist to thys own eye. For thou art not thou as how one perceives, for you yourself a star among many in a sea that is plenty of wealth and remedy, a soul on a roll a foal in a forest of gold, the rest of the earth from which material birthes is not fitted for once’s divine tastes of the transmitted, let logos go high and low and play a part in rowing your boat, pathos be your wrath and lust o control that beast for his ideas are the very least, ethos connect to your people, lead those who need most. All three imbued in the thee of that, that is thee, that thou is deemed, to be blessed and anointed with the thought of what thou sought and be gainful but first “painful” to earthly desires that keep man on a reign and the floor.
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Refined:
Endow the Now with the path to find how and thou shall be with wow of the now and all of the tall and know the death of thys own mental fall. I as I am Invite the Sight of the Light Am I the one who will receive perceive right, with light that penetrates my night like the wind with the kite, joyful as a toddler on his trike.
Now from the outside in and therefore the inside out, as above so below, as thys all beloved as these rhymes coveted, fly as a dove and rise into the cosmos of thys own eye. Free from that long lost guise of prison and demise, Forever Seek forever young forever meek forever undone, done is the one of deathly weight and now thou is far as star into the wow of the now, for he may listen to the cosmos’s symphony in adjunct to ones own day to day necessary cacophony, for him there are splendors to conquer both and long for freedom of woes, turn it for your own will, ones own evil live inside thous own one, thou is that of that of he of she if we of the be in the all we stand tall to bless the creators the makers and the candlestick maker that let us burn bright and fight and alight others so that we may not go soundly into that night with distraught and writhe, that we may reap what we sow and it be ripe and nice, pleasant in the present in the present pleasant, king and peasant humble and divine rumble, may the song of the long lost king ring and be heard to become of the word to lead those of the herd. Lead and enlighten all, Stand and command y’all to lead and enlighten all, call upon that all for the guidance and the raw highness that feeds and gives head fo all.
Amen All Men Again Amen All Men And Women Give Ear to the Wind the Wind that is your Friend, Amend all Dens Begin Again No pretend all Amen Atman At Man At Woman At All Amen, We All Amend to Begin Again a Path that will Last this Life And this beyond this pond will stay Alight.
Stay Alight A Light Stay Pray for A Way to Seek Rays That Teach Thou all ways and incite a light for a pleasant stay to that grave not the end but the new you begins, Begins you new but put the end another new, another clue to sleuth your mind and find divine that unwinds as a maze in turns ablaze and a friend until left with wonderment that’s says amazin. Thou is cravin for path to be assisted and paven, be pleasant as thee be only guessing and pleasant be thee as thee seeks to be free and free thou shall be as the birds and bees the word and wind guide thee, thee guide wind and word for a window to be seen and heard and a meadow to be revered and learned.
Endow the Now with the path to find how and thou shall be with wow of the now and all of the tall and know the death of thys own mental fall. I as I am Invite the Sight of the Light Am I the one who will receive perceive right, with light that penetrates my night like the wind with the kite, joyful as a toddler on his trike.
Now from the outside in and therefore the inside out, as above so below, as thys all beloved as these rhymes coveted, fly as a dove and rise into the cosmos of thys own eye. Free from that long lost guise of prison and demise, Forever Seek forever young forever meek forever undone, done is the one of deathly weight and now thou is far as star into the wow of the now, for he may listen to the cosmos’s symphony in adjunct to ones own day to day necessary cacophony, for him there are splendors to conquer both and long for freedom of woes, turn it for your own will, ones own evil live inside thous own one, thou is that of that of he of she if we of the be in the all we stand tall to bless the creators the makers and the candlestick maker that let us burn bright and fight and alight others so that we may not go soundly into that night with distraught and writhe, that we may reap what we sow and it be ripe and nice, pleasant in the present in the present pleasant, king and peasant humble and divine rumble, may the song of the long lost king ring and be heard to become of the word to lead those of the herd. Lead and enlighten all, Stand and command y’all to lead and enlighten all, call upon that all for the guidance and the raw highness that feeds and gives head fo all.
Amen All Men Again Amen All Men And Women Give Ear to the Wind the Wind that is your Friend, Amend all Dens Begin Again No pretend all Amen Atman At Man At Woman At All Amen, We All Amend to Begin Again a Path that will Last this Life And this beyond this pond will stay Alight.
Stay Alight A Light Stay Pray for A Way to Seek Rays That Teach Thou all ways and incite a light for a pleasant stay to that grave not the end but the new you begins, Begins you new but put the end another new, another clue to sleuth your mind and find divine that unwinds as a maze in turns ablaze and a friend until left with wonderment that’s says amazin. Thou is cravin for path to be assisted and paven, be pleasant as thee be only guessing and pleasant be thee as thee seeks to be free and free thou shall be as the birds and bees the word and wind guide thee, thee guide wind and word for a window to be seen and heard and a meadow to be revered and learned.
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