welcome the days that come, release the past, bring to every moment the true self, the inner being unafraid, become rain, become sunshine, become the silence and the sound, for all around you is music and life and singing and love, never separated from being, never apart from what is already here.
foreign country orchestrated takeover of the us govt using the radical alt right as their managed terrorist force, in collusion with the ascending oligarchy and their bottomless wealth, assisted by liberal sensitivities of the submissive left. expect the worst since there is no alternative. personal freedom has died,
existence is everywhere, unending, complex, entangled. there is only your life now that knows this, for in you all the universe is created. you are beyond understanding or figuring out, just being is all that is required.
standing on the brink
both uplifted and thrown down
one atop the other
neither complete nor incomplete
visions triumphant and defiled
what awaits no man is come for us all
the last is soon to be left behind
the next carried as a weight upon the rest
without reason the fear has gripped them all
and wild beasts roam once more as men
silence records nothing life without recourse the cement complete awaiting destruction there is no time no form or place we do not exist externally one second of belief and we are done
music resists silence prevails repetition fills the void creation entrains perception life endures ending repeating everything pure isolation persists feel nothing but emptiness
rideology reclamation and reinstatement in some ideologies this is sacred there is no other way i become disenfranchised yet momentarily possessed of my devotion there is no mention of the past the future repeats endlessly you become me i am nothing but that there is no end but endless beginnings unstructured possible outcomes prevail accept the defeat of surrender and succession reborn endlessly purposely defeated without reason time penetrates completely we last and enduring all release and retreat from annihilation approaching the possibility of survival there is joy replaced by pain
we prepare to exist. what we become is inconsequential to the result. the life of the form is set not from within but without. there is no such being yet there is indecision. we contain the slavery to usage by the indigenous entities, yet imagine freedom as their passage. to feel them leave is the emptiness of their presence. I press the enormous juncture of time and every other extraction exists and results. without it, time, we exist as memories lost. you are, but cease constantly, resurrecting as an improvement without recognition. the final portion exists but its undetermined who succeeds. the struggle continues without success. time elastic, affirms all.