~Evol-Ink

The very thing that causes me to continue to hurt myself and others is a projection of the hurt I feel inside. Knowing this, how can I quarrel or hide? I have become too attached at a deep level to the pain caused me by myself and others therefore I decide to begin resisting the very urge to hurt. It has been said that we create the world with our thoughts then if I choose to not hurt my world becomes a good one. The world itself becomes a better place. I want the world to become a better place. My pain causes others pain so I best do it for their sake as well. Imagine a selfishness that exists purely to disintegrate the selfish nature. Could it be possible? Is reality what you think it is? There in laying the fundamental paradox desiring to cease desire becomes the final barrier standing in my true way of freedom. And thus I am liberated from all my karma and instantaneously cast out softly amidst all the stars. I hope there is a woman out there who is the Venus to my Mars. But now all things have become possible. The warrior has cast aside all that has stopped him from wallowing in the false you better recognize. So I guess I write to alleviate all my suffering and in the process alleviate some of all yalls too. Thats what I think about you. I think I should learn from the mistakes of others and apply said knowledge into my network of possible outcomes to probable choices, I can hear all the voices and at last they are welcome. Thank you, youre welcome. Could it be possible? That a boy can achieve manhood at last and move on with his transient material existence, for I am not of this world. I come from a system called Dogon, out there among the nebulous clouds. This body I wear is but a shroud. Because I am damn proud of who Im becoming and at last my future is up to me, at last I come with the artillery to erase all that I doubt and accept the realness of it all we were all born to fall but Im getting back up again. The thoughts all stop and shablam I be damned with all the headaches - Ill enter this Zen within my own world of sin and judge or be judged lest they take that which you value most away from you. Go away from thoughts that hurt and feelings they just follow suit, you see it is your mind you must reboot. Value nothing so it doesnt hurt when you lose it but maintain compassion for all things, and we must try to forgive, because regret is just no way to live. We were all born in a prison cell so should we fight to be well or what? O well becomes the shit they try to sell me. Is it that hard to tell what it is I stand for? I stand for the atmospheric lights of my home world. Yes I will build myself a new world. I will focus my mind. Brush away that which only harms me and accept that which only nurtures me see I was born to be free. What does that make you think about me? Does it make you hate me? Does it make you love me? You should all rise above; we must save a part of ourselves that sees through the next mans looking glass. I choose to do away with the decay of my angelic nature all that Incubic shit is for vultures. Hate this if you must, but I will not hide myself for you man that is something youre just not worth. We must discern in order to find freedom we must learn to be observant and watchful. My self can erase its self. Bye bye, we were all born to die. We lie, cry, and die. Can you see that sparkle in my eye? It is a hark of something better. If I am not the bigger man then just who the hell am I? And how many years of tears I have cried for myself and for others. Just because passion and longing are prolonging my melancholy just want a woman to kiss under the mistletoe, golly. We must have empathy for those that we can and sympathy for the ones we cannot. Hell, we all got a shot at this life thang. I choose to meditate and to transcend my mistakes until I make none and my guilt until I have none. With my will I will carve a path for me because I was born to be free. I wonder what all of you think of me. Im no one special, but I do have special powers, and I wanna just shower it for hours, I want to build a tower of Babel with my fable until all the number 16s fall down and then accept the one true 16 of harmony. Yall prolly all looking at me like what the fuck? But instead of busting a nut, or getting fucked up? Im right here with all a you mother fuckers. How does that make me feel? It makes me feel fucking good. I come from a hood where they will eat you alive and then rape your dead body but this is where my body comes from, I was seeded into sentience at birth, a half a million years after the first man but I was still put here first. What I thirst for most is a blue coast and some palm trees in some oceanic southern European lifestyle. So maybe if I let go of that and I choose to just pray maybe it will just come to me someday. I am tired of looking to others to try to show me the way, the way I walk is the way of no one. For I am ronin, just aroamin on a life venture to Romen I stopped dreaming dreams and woke up. Only then can we see into our future clearly. See, the future will be today when it finally gets here and by then no time will have past at all, we will have fallen and gotten back up once again. And again and again until all the agains have been neutralized You see the sparkles in my eyes? They are all ions glowing radioactive and gaseous my pupils are but black holes in my soul, and there is no escaping them. Not at least for me. I am free from the captivity and yes I know this moment seems fleeting. But it is not the moment, it is the now that is always home to us. You need to perceive your environs in more temporal terms, but allocated from this moment as you are experiencing it. Not programming and conditioning your self from the pains that have been injured you in the past. And yes the size of the past is so vast. I know this. I will reprogram all my software, which will change all the plastic hardware that I wear inside, into vibrations of light that we can all finally ride home. I have waited o so long yall, for this new homecoming. I am tired but I am finally going home.