No-thing

It is time to return home the sun is setting and the stream of consciousness is opening, it is time to return to the darkness whoever suggested light was the way did not fully appreciate the depth of dismay. It is time to question everything even when no answers are to be heard, why was […]

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Man of Ego

To the man with a hurt sense of self every interaction is an attraction of oppressive forces that do not exist beyond the shaky ground of his knowsis based on false premises, agitating the unaddressed wound that originated with fear as it’s basis driving a prolonged state of addiction to massive doses of losses, seeped […]

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Survival

So what if it doesn’t matter? Dedication to truth goes beyond cries and laughter, open up the vessel to receiving all that life has to offer. Be a Human. Be a God. There’s no difference really if one is willing to accept the responsibility of existing in humility, we are all interconnected in a blissful […]

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Sexuality

My sexuality is a cause of great concern it draws lines of escape across check-points of skills I scramble to earn the embrace of a lover who will soothe the burn of misplaced masculinity. As a man I try to project an image of prowess that I secretly doubt I possess so when a woman […]

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Broken Token

I was motivated now I am just jaded, working to avoid living I feel nauseated by my own pretension of having any idea or comprehension of how to walk this dimension. Afraid of what people think of me I judge every thought and action without mercy, tired and lonely I do not have the energy […]

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Grit

Breakthrough the mirage shatter this collage made of meaningless attempts to triage the root of disease in the family’s garage where the mold of secrets hides in plain sight, rise up and take flight. We are with you in this bout the vibration of resilience pushing against doubt, you are as strong as your willingness […]

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Ugly Chisel

I want to thank you for being born and ask you to forgive the self for reacting to the thorns, incarnation is a privilege one adorns you will feel worse before feeling the calm so I want to warn you of what is to come. A wound left open for the hurt to be spoken […]

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