Promise

Death has fallen into you...

For the promise of prophecy

For the promise of wakefulness

We saw and thought

It was a promising slumber

Perhaps the questions

Follow us

And where do we go?

As the mind is

So the body follows

Fallen creation declares its perfections

Without understanding

There is no complete perfection

Without everything

And its togetherness complete

Mortality shines as a darkness

The immortal answer to ignorance

Was not in knowledge

Rather in fear

That man who lives beyond fear

I declare my perfections

As everything which escapes

The mortal coil

The coil of kundalini

Around the material vibration

Of sexual fear

And the snake wishes a natural selfishness

That which is beyond the striving

For selflessness

The acceptance

Changes us

Fallen creation

Blames devils

But it will be that which scares you

That sets you free

For the misunderstanding of mobs

Hasn't left humanity

So I do

I'd rather have my devil fire

And say goodbye

To my humanity...

A carnal imperfection

Goodbye

As we talk we change

Without taking responsibility

For our own fear

Our own emptiness

A language of letters

Or understanding

Pick your poison

How could I wait

And see your poison

Blame me

Better the devil you know

Than the devil you don't

Perhaps we should blame

What we fear

A little more

Demonize the conceit

That saves us

Blame the vanity

Which becomes divine

Without your negativity

Your enemies survive

Let us gladen their hearts

And be crucified?

You will hold no godhood

In your hands incomplete

It is with our hands

That we taste the emptiness

And prey on our enemies

With the fear transformed

A hunger

A darkness

What would you wish...

Upon the hearts of man

Forgiveness?

Forgiving that which continues

Folly the hearts of man

Continue effortless

The ugliness

Of idealism

Folly and frailty

Lightseeking and sugar coated

Dreams

Dreams between dreams

Why hope...

When your satisfied

The love of power

Is in both gods and man

The jealousy

A prophecy

Getting what you want

What you need

Is more important

Than fantasy

The jealousy is everything

A power complete

In everything

Burning passion satisfies

Time eternal

As long as

The truth comes from us

Like babies

Better with love  

But whose to judge

Our coming together

Save the judging

For those of us

Still in the trials

Of oblivion

Of the natural tendency of humanity

Unable to follow our nature

Because it's bad

So we make rules

To guide our hearts

As we define the sacrifice

That the jealousy defeats

With everything we ever wanted

Truly by our souls

We give up to complaints

Of the suffering

As some simply don't dwell

Others spend their lives

Denying their conceit

And the beyond, the power

Pleases me

As I burn with conceit

Values and passions

Become regret

As my path to the truth

Becomes a path to the togetherness

And that's what I promise to you

Accepting everything

This blood, this flesh

This life, this death

For every goal missed perhaps

Every want not satisfied

The hunger for correct nature

Brings us out of the emptiness

Every evil simply necessary 

Or delusion

As it moves

The base of power being in action

Words are an action

When complete

I could never say enough

Feeding Chaos

Death is blooming
Under currents
Feeding chaos
Novelty
Where death doth bloom is the devil hearts
Flowers of death blooming
In their hearts
Death pacifies the hungry

so war and death walk hand in hand
 so sorry to those who die in strife
Divine strife is the war of gods
And gods your name forgets

To monotheism is given the test
The test of the devil heart

To monotheism is given the test
The test of devil fire

The dao created the all so sweet nirvana.

Nirvana created the gods we seek
and all are judges

For power and the devil heart
The blooming has begun

Surrender fair apocalypse
To those who are below
Will seek your death and someday create
an apocalypse for you too

Thus is karma
The bound and bound
But betrayal is the worst
It cuts the cords of payment so
you fall to the emptiness

Extinction, the Self, the Non Self, the Celebration

The eternal survival of the soul once fully realized never departs our separation gone but still my heart says don't fucking touch me death and destruction feed on your memory
The eternal survival of the soul once fully realized never departs our separation gone don't fucking touch me I will destroy you and feed on your memory

How nice to be forever ...free the truth is heard learned and then without realization your soul is latent non manifest
How nice to be forever free and still slowed by understanding the savior of all
Greater understanding swallows the lesser and we change everytime we understand

The prophecy of full manifestation will destroy the lesser powers and the greater take you apart and put you back together

I have given you a beautiful flower
The flower of death
Let it be worshipped in vanity
The greatness of the greater vanity
Swallows the lesser vanity
Becoming blood and drinking your selfhood
A celebration of the flower of extinction
That which carries us to completion
Is extinction
Must swallow and digest
Pure power
Intoxication aegis
The shield of becoming
I am intoxicated with the power of the ages
Triumph of surrender to that which is opposite of the weakness
The flower of death
The all power
The self

And as the self unfolds the veil of space and time
Greater eternity professes all the world a stage choice being the part we play
Without understanding our purpose
We flock and feed on the same things
Otherwise we are gone to conquer
Chaos and illusion
And make it a trap for the selfish
Whose net is their own heart
Ignored with the all substance
That which turns perception
Into eternity
The flower of extinction
The flower of death
The all power
The self breathing in the greater peace
Understands and is now forever changed
Not for an idea but for that mystery of realization
Mysteriously we learn but it is all a waste without the reality of realization
The flower of death
The flower of extinction
The ruling royalty of information itself
All of this information
All of this extinction
All of this the realization of the self
Realization of the non self
In the safety of eternal strife
May the eternal strife rise to divine strife
As strife calls you to your destiny
Shatter
And reform
Possess eternity
And breath
Infinitude

The Exalted Hunger

A virtuous hunger
My being
A thirst of revelation
My burning nature
Consuming everything I am
For first comes the fire
And eternity comes not much later

The exalted fearlessness draws me in
For I am to be a part of all of this
Not to give up my worldlyness
I see transcendence as a reward
That brings you back again
As a hero soul
And my honor binds me forever
To not leave this place of my birth
As to stay in balance
With the twin tides of life
My muse and my maker

But to return inside the righteous hunger
I surrender
And allow myself to be consumed
The familiar  scent of death
Brings me a joyful eternity

Death has become a flower to me
And as I try to cultivate this flower
My remaining mortality
Falls away
Leaving scars of immortal blood

It has begun as lessons in mysteries
For these are the mysteries
That hold your being
A mortal
Mortality is nothing but an uncleanliness of ignorance
Towards our judges
And towards everything
And as they judge us
Some take only what belongs to them
Others steal their life from the plants and animals
Without ever knowing

This is the place where knowledge sets you free
This is the place for Warrior Buddhas
For how else would anyone deserve eternal paradise
If they left their brothers and sisters
To their suffering

To guard love against its ignorance
To guard out of love
Is the highest law

Not this frailty of meekness
Strength and honor my being
And power from all things
The hidden power between dusk and night
Sunrise and day

Alternating paths of transcendence and worldlyness
And I have asked
To be taught the secrets of the heart
For it is mine to discover

Hades is a place of my deliverance
For I take responsibility for myself
And will not fear the justice of suffering
Rather this justice which brings me past
Human frailties

Ghosts don't haunt me
They deliver me
Past the Great Emptiness
Where hunger is supreme
And thirst a queen

Demons don't attack me
They tell me secrets
And this place I am becoming
Secrets and mysteries
In this place of blood flesh and bones
It is revealed

Dionysius comes to drink the nectar of my life
In return for the nectar of knowledge
I doth consume
And always in honor of Zeus and Elysium
Let the demigods honor Ariadne
For she returns all things to their nature
In the presence of Elysium
I doth declare the ultimate goal
With both my actions and my words
My blood flesh and bones

The Great Freedom

As the bones of the created wheep blood
The eternal ones in their pleasant spaces
Swallow the noble and digest them into
Paradise
Order
Chaos these words are not
Snakes to be held at a distance
But rather the only thing you must understand
To complete a puzzle of pride
Chaos and illusion bore this body through a mother from a father
And as time went by
Chaos and illusion
Decided to take me back
Oh no not to me I fought
For as I planned mastery
Over the winds of war
I had not planned this
When you become a god
You acquire enemies of gods
For every religion
Seeks to name it's holy as the only one
Bullshit
Worship gives power
So naturally the gods said to worship only them
And as the blood drains from the sky
Of avernus
And becomes a rain upon all things
We rejoice
Prepared but not yet ecstatic
For the ecstasy comes over time
And freedom makes it O so easy
Blood born of sacrifice
Body endured past the struggle
Mind taken to the divine
Spirit reborn
To the great freedom
I sacrifice your gods
May they take it well
For the great freedom is both noose and mother
The twin tides of life both swallow and feed
And I drink from them both
Looking for the eye of Christ
To the great freedom you go

Reign of All Desire

The reign of blood. The reign of the shadows of complacency.
For the clash ends with the devil hearts as perfection is found in devil fire.
So human frailty collapses at the fire of darkness. Calling its own sin the devils fault and living a fantasy. The devil fire reigns over the divine vengeance of all hearts.
And I swallow your soul. Named parts I swallow named to me unmentioned out of distaste of human judgement. Divine judgement is prepared for the eminent ones and given over to them. Divine ignorance succeeds as the eye of Christ rules over the sages and their so protected prophets. Prophets speak blood to our souls as the sages weave webs to catch the righteous in their reward.
Be so caught and become ambrosia. As fallen creation no longer is clung to. The divine becoming bringing forth the coming of the god royals. The divine becoming of immortality. As the mortal coil is released the immortal coil comes to comfort the souls of the awakening. Rudra smiles as success is guaranteed to the warriors of the adoration of the ages. Remember the unwrapping of the mind begins the journey. For the mortal mind is wrapped and bound to passion.  The free are the sages who are beyond the wrapping and the binding. May Indra bless your soul and free your mind. The prayer of eternal enlightenment. For once the mind is unwrapped and bound to the passion of the demigods it is free and constantly rises regardless. This is the freedom of the sages. The eye of Christ remembers itself to you. And into divine ignorance you are given.

Grave of Human Frailty

The natural state
will be returned to
as oceans of darkness, shadow, and light
foreshadow
oceans of blood
spiritual blood
that which ends the desert of all time
that which extinguished the desire of all worlds
now safe in the hearts of the devils who rose in eminence

the desire of all worlds burns inside the devil hearts
as their purity begins another cycle
beyond the prophecy of human frailty
beyond the frailty of human knowledge

for that which is now known of the divine
is known as a splinter is known
as it is removed
if it didn't draw blood
nothing, no marks, remain

to know the living fire
a prelude to the Great Perfection

things have an interesting way of returning to their natural state
what is the natural state of the living fire?

the desire of all worlds

Immortal Reasons

I am the night

During the day

The shadow

Of glory

I am drinking everything

For the wealth of all things

The desert of blood

Replaces my emptiness

I am silence

I am storm

I am a flame

Seeking the fiery tumult

Of prophecy

Living fire
Being lead by passions complete
Beyond this

And 

The Jealousy

The dream will conquer and a fiery tumult will spread the seeds of rapture

Immortal reasons

Need eternal questions 

I drink again

To understand

Living fire

Eternally

Glory Be

Glory how becoming of the lost tides of saints intent upon their claims that their god is their creator
Glory... Be to the nectar
Glory... Be to intelligence
For there is not one god yet perhaps one creator
Being god and goddess
Glory be to art
Our finest creations
If you would follow into hell the prophet of your redemption
Then count yourself among the loyal
Devils saints saints and devils

Heroes, the Jealousy

Fallen away
Vampire wings
Where are your heroes?

Virtue doubtless and pure
Only the stainless can completely clean
The stained
While heroes are chosen
By their own minds

Drinking of the nectar
We rejoice with the demigods
While the Angels serve
Golden wings
Golden limbs

Poison you tried to feed to me
While I knew it and had already drank of the nectar
How interesting...

As there are many nectars there are many gods

Nirvana created your creator
And heralds its future
A hero soul dies and lives again and again
Returning when appropriate to bring the jealousy. Jealous our souls of your suffering.
Jealous hearts prophesize the end of suffering inevitable. Who do you think would come to watch over your souls? The jealousy will take you and one day you will understand

Abyss of Hearts

For my hunger. Bloodless... Thirst

I drink from the sun it's blood, eat of it's body.

While the eternities stop to do the same.

Learning eternally.

O' Abyss of Hearts

The People of the Sun

There is an infinite sound calling promises to the promised

For first there was a promised land

And afterwards a promised people.

Coming together eternity defined itself with their glory and faith.

But yet I speak of the Abyss of Hearts

As If there were a reason to turn away from a person forever.

And we discover no reason, and accept our eternal purpose so as to find the reason, the meaning of all of this.

My jealousy has become infinite and quenched all of my desire. Desireless I seek the Reason of the Ages.

And yes the People of the Sun will empty the Abyss. For it is filled with broken spirits and charred essences.

Jealous is our creator. And jealous are the stars of his glory. For jealous hearts rule over the rapture.

The rapture like a messenger comes and goes as it pleases. Bringing us who are both alive and dead more dominion.

Freedom from fear, is being conquered by your hunger and your thirst. Having them consume your fear.

While the Abyss of Hearts weighs weary on us all. And the rapture comes and goes, until it has found the sound of its own becoming, in our presence

Ashes, Ashes, Bones, Mystery

To the mystery of reason I give my remorse. So I could someday understand.

Some things can't be undone only waited on. Patience, Patience, finding your secret.

I say ashes and bones and to a scarlet depth. To this my mind recognizes what's been lost.

My mind gets deeper and deeper but the sands of time run through my hands. I could bother trying to hold on.

Ashes and ashes, and in comparison they are feeding birds so they return, and building bird bathes, while i'm feeding ghosts and doing the same so they return to me.

But then again the sands of time come for my life. I welcome them now, but refuse to make them my home, for another lifetime or so.

The lion spirits enter my domain and I brush my past away and accept dominion. Without a respect to confirm your love and a love to give your life meaning, passion leads to glory, and glory leads to tribulation.

Dominion pure has passed its tribulation, well then celebrate. Destiny is an intelligence, and I'm making friends with the fates. Thunder, storms, and whispers I am to the unseen. 

Well regardless, anything that was ever good or perfect in all of history will occur in paradise infinitely.

There's a secret to everything. Wordless unexplainable secrets. 

Where are the ashes of the mind? Spread over the planet as cities and roads.

Once upon a time The Ancient One's were near this place. Now I seek them and their power.

My hunger is conquering my body. One day it will be a completely peaceful hunger.

One day my search will complete itself. Into true eternal celebration I send my soul's journey.

Blessings of Ashes, Blessings of Bones, and Blessings of Stone. The stone being a weight to rest upon.

And as I rest upon the stone I return to my path to the eternal.

God Is In Your Heart: Eternal Destruction

God Is In Your Heart: Eternal Destruction: The great toleration speaks to me, this is the voice of the seers. But not the ancient tide of your striving. To strive in majesty comes ...

HeartProof

Heart Heart
Backstab
art

Why Why
Death Lullaby

Who knows who cares


Heartproof


I saw my reflection
In colored waters
Of the future
Of your death
It was beautiful
Cause I died first
In purpose
To get you in heaven

So whatever

Heart proof

Proof proof pudding pie
Slave slave lie lie
Go on bro lie some more
I saw you first oh wow oh wow

Heart slave

In time to the rhythm in my bones
Solitary confined
Proof
Prove to everything my blood is science
Was science at first
Denied instantly
Became an instant on purpose
To defeat relativity

Einstein was a genius of jinn rape
Truely a mad man of sorts
atom bomb yourself and cover it up!
all of relativty is a cover up
designed by the cia consciously
to allow atom bombs
to exist

and I don't even care whatever
Because its the information age
and covers ups no longer exist
blah

Eternal Destruction

The great toleration speaks to me, this is the voice of the seers.

But not the ancient tide of your striving. To strive in majesty comes yet from the service to the divine frustration. For the divine is frustrated with this place of tribulation and toleration.

The frustration gives tribulations yet to understand the being of the soul is in (what) it gives. My souls identity comes from its source of giving and nothing more.

The flow, the flow, of majesty, comes

To describe this place is music.
Look to science and find in it a mental direction which is not science at all
True science is music and the fact that this is confusing shows the current state of scientific exploration. Music is vibration creating perception. Perception is consciousness, and consciousness is soul. Thus science is changing perception. Be that through a vaccination or anything else.

TO give me science is silly my soul speaks. For I am science and nothing more. And you will find in my memories a striving for not caring. Well be desired of yourself, for my cares are divine. And I require nothing more of you.

Yet the toleration continues. Everything in this place subconsciously tolerates divine vibrations. I fear not for my body for this reason. For I need not communicate my material karmas with another place. This place satisfies my burdens and I train in eternal destruction of the internal martial arts not to destroy anything but that which is already constantly in a state of destruction known as change. To change is to destroy, and to destroy is shiva. In eternal dedication I commemorate this moment for my self. For the relaxement of all confusions. For the bliss of eternal destruction.

To Fall in Love, the Heart Grows Fonder, but to Fall Completely For Everything is God Itself

Bolster my approach, O Lord of Destiny.

For you I drink the nectar, not for myself.

But for you.

Set free the faithful from their confines.

They would again find themselves snared eventually, had not understanding found its sway.

And the sway of the stars is the sway of your destiny, the sway of understanding.

Resounding the music of the spheres dawns in majesty. When one serves the majesty there is no seeking just service. Why for do you seek when you could serve, my lord of the reason of my heart's contraction? Is it not to find? When we serve we find our self truth but who is concerned with such naught of frailty. For strength only attracts the prepared. Prepared for the music of heaven, the song is heard in the frailty of the bones, as they seek the vibration of the resolution of mankind. The resolution of mankind is in the sacred pursuits. And in this I dedicate my sloth. For in my sloth is service, yet the body sleeps to serve differently the divine rather than the contraction of material fear, the vibration of the failure of the modern world to unwrap the mind of its civilization. 

Set free the faithful, and see then their actions were bound to the ether of the mind, which speaks in tones of frailty to those who seek selfish power. For why do you think the mirror of your mind reflects so? The beast of karma bears your burdens and burdens your bearing. For we take care of this beast and it carries us home. The story of the faithful finding home, O I bear it for home is not just a design in time but rather something more.

And In home I set both my heart, and my design. For the plans of man resound in my mind, and in my heart. And is not the design of man the finding of home? 

Design design, this place reads of the splendor of understanding you.

O Lord of Destiny to your demeanor I return my design and surrender it to you. Please my heart creator and give me a design which encompasses the mystery of life. This is not what I seek for I have found that which is patient with suffering, of which all things are made. The technology of the divine is made not with a material compass. But do not be deceived O friend, in the delivery. From our birth to our deliverance, the compass of our soul reads. How we chart our destiny, with the sounds of affection, the care of comfort, and the heart of knowledge reads us back to history.

And to history I deliver you my friend. As the judgement of the soul is the simple courtship of the unity of God. For which do you think you would become a god? A part of god, god, there is no difference. And in this I deliver you eventually. Difference is not of this world. If I showed you difference you would profess to having never seen it. What is called difference is really disagreement. You cannot have truth without exploration. As the activity of the sphere defines the sphere. And the observer becomes the observed object after it consumes its desire to be different with the onslaught of lives of experience and the eventually falling in love of the soul with all that is.

Do Not Delay, O fair Journeyer

The demigods adorn themselves with spices. As the humans adorn themselves with a myriad of passionate embraces.

The embraces defy time.

Oh how the passionate come to pause and understand.
Conquering in their path.
Both the righteous and the serene worship them.
To take passion astray when it is pure is impossible.

How the spices of the ages pull me in...

Divine strife I call on you to ease the wicked of the world.
For the way of the world is to rest in moderation, thus the way of the world is divine strife.
To ease a burden without causing the fire of love is halfhearted service.

In service of the service of the ages, for which we desire god to cause the stars to melt. This the stars have, our posterity. This the stars have... the bones of the resolute. And she said, send the spine a garland of stardust. The highest material creation of the material universe is the garland upon the spine. The spine functions beyond time. You could say time functions for the spine.

hmmm.
The passions speak as a deadly force, to those who use them ignorantly. As the spirit world deceives the emotional...

The wrap is upon the mind. The mind is so wrapped in its deadly passions it is contained.
Do not delay the mind being unwrapped O fair journeyer.

And the Powerful Become Hungry Again...

The might dissolves... and the powerful become hungry again.
Yet the weight of the world
Rests upon the mighty

There is no glory, without a cause
A cause greater than yourself.
You say good luck
But there is no luck without power.
To seek glory without a cause is tribulation without salvation..
And to seek luck without power, is ignorance.

The might dissolves with the materials, the minerals, without understanding, it is temporary.
Power from understanding is eternal.
The mighty quote the sky, and learn much.

The path of might, is the path of the knowledge of the stars.
You wonder yet.. you wonder still.
The path carries with it the weight of the world. To carry it alone is folly and tremendous weight upon your soul.
Folly takes the toll of wasted time.
The toll of wasted time takes the beauty of life and covers it.
Distract my soul with waste.
Explode my indifference.
Regardless the might dissolves with time.
I look to time. As time is an ally of logic.
Rationality brings patience. As things which make sense are predictable.
The hunger returns and defeats the patience. I become the wanting again.
Only through capturing power through experience of understanding life... Will the majesty capture me. There is no royalty on this planet but the few... Royalty comes without hunger, ask the kings of the past if they felt the pull of desire. I take meaning from the crown of goodness.
It is folly to believe anything you don't respect. And it is impossible to truly respect something you don't understand. Oh my folly, I release the labels of my beliefs and find life an experience not to be separated with argument. The conflict is sexual at all times, there is hope in this understanding. Every war on this planet occurred and continues to occur as a result of sex. To be free of conflict we must be sexual beyond the violence of longing, control, and misunderstanding. Control is violence, and control is sexual energy. To be sexual purely is to be always playful. The world is controlled by hunger in the strong, and fear in the weak. Your choice where you want to be. As being beyond the two takes even more...
   Oh the glory... I speak of the glory of being beyond wasted time. Time opens my wounds to heal them and it no longer bothers me. Yet we speak the same in conflict again. And I wonder how to give up control. For their is no hope in passion without sex being understood. Sex is a passion, and passion in its pure form is never wrong. Passion gives you life, as do the cycles of sexual connection.

Sex is god, and you understand it not. So believe yourself to be, something you can control... and wait for eternity. I give up to the intuition of logic and will not argue with you, for I seek to not be controlled. It is only through giving up control that we can be beyond it. So I give up, not to find happiness, for I've felt happiness before, and it goes away... But for understanding, for this brings a depth of contentness which won't be relieved. For I am consciousness and always will continue. Speak yet of haste and be relieved of the glory of control. Be relieved servant, for you are a servant of control.

Be relieved.

Clouds of the Age of Reason

Floating through the clouds of the coming of the age of reason.
We bend and break the rules.
Trying to stay alive.
Until passion overtakes us, we think twice in a bad way, doubting ourselves.
But this isn't about doubt, thinking yourself into a reasonable personality. Thinking twice.
This type of thinking twice...It's about caring for everything.

The sun shines regardless
So we blink and move on with our lives.
Not examining the important things.

This fun that I experience, got old. Without an examination, of what is meaningful in life, this fun is meaningless. I guess if your not there yet, you haven't had enough fun yet...
So go have some more...

I burn with passion, but I struggle to not burn myself. As I have before. My anger a cause for explosion. Control of passion is the highest virtue. There is excellence in the world... because of passion. Goodness exists, because of  passion. The first defeat of ignorance is the discovery of something to be passionate about. Something beyond self preservation. Why preserve the self when it is eternal? I feel passion but I lack something I desire. Thus I am not completely in myself. This is only because my passion is not strong enough to defeat the lacking. Any lack can be defeated by a strong enough passion. And this idea gives all the strength that is ever needed.

The coming of the age of reason, makes me think twice. So I go about in reflection. Contemplation the highest pursuit. Understanding the highest experience, an expression of my love. The coming of the age of reason comes with reasons of importance. Reasons which define our relationship to each other. Reasons which give us a cause, a motivation. Motivation is beyond strife. In an equal contest, quantitatively, the most motivated contestant wins. This means motivations are an essential aspect of winning. To win we must be motivated. If we are completely motivated we have already won. Motivated in every aspect of our being. This motivation transcends boredom, and energy. Energy is limitless, all of this is infinite, all you need is motivation. Of course I don't mean the bodies energy. What is meant is mental energy. The energy of consciousness always continues.

The reason. Oh the reason. I anoint myself with reasons and find respect the cause for life. Life was created in respect. In respect of love was life born of it's own foreknowledge. Life was born from it's destiny, outside of time. Life was born from the ending already experienced in its birth and its reason for existing. Time the eventual conquest of love. The finding of life's destiny.

Time...Time...Give me reasons to persuade me. Rather than finding the cure. Cure my bones Rudra oh how they are weary and weak. They bend but perhaps I have been through enough for them to not break.

I never meant to become so angry. But now that I am, I find it suitable. Anger is a passion not appreciated in this mundane world. This imperfection that we call a planet. To be angry is to be real. Not to be anger itself is weakness for there is much to be angry about. Ignorance causes temporary comfort so who cares? I laugh at this position. The humor of the cycles of life gives me constant entertainment. The clouds of the coming of the age of reason don't choke me any longer, for I understand the spirit of entertainment. I am entertained by the ignorance of the day and laugh. In my anger I act, Oh I act... Freeing myself from the ignorance.

Entertained.

Passion Itself

The infinite begs for your passion
To reach it.

Gracing its heights
I'm full of bliss
In transit
I am different
I look to passion
To bring me through.

The times of man
Change my schedule
As misfortune
And fortune
Touch me

The infinite begs for your passion
To reach it.

I sold my soul
To the rapture
But I have nothing left
Cause now I have to understand everything
And what I don't understand means nothing
Doesn't satisfy me

So I understand you
And it satisfies me.

Again I speak of passion
Not to cease and desist
At all
For to speak of passion
Is to speak of the solution
To any problem
Is passion.

Enough passion and the clouds are always attractive.
Enough passion and you can always forgive your love.
Enough passion and pain is meaningless...

Trial and tribulation have pierced me
And I grew weary
I learned I had an inside
And stayed there forever
But forever never lasts forever
Does it?

I never left you to your own ends....
I simply blinked
And made my mistakes
It's important to grow weary
Without weariness where would freshness be...
The style of the times is always pleasure
Once you realize this.
You can always be stylish.
To the truth.

There's this point in your life.
Where you realize how to make your life ten times easier.
And we find it and hope it lasts forever.
Hope that when I'm reborn I remember, all that I learned
If you spend enough time trying to figure something out.
It eventually gets figured out and your safe in it.
That gives me hope
That gives me passion.
Because passion isn't in one thing.
It's in the combination.
You see you have passion FOR things.
For life, for music, for people...
And this passion gives you life

So to be completely passionate, one must have passion for everything...
Passion for work... passion for pain.... passion for misunderstanding...
Cause there's a lot of it...

And this passion come from a connectedness with life.
This connectedness can only come from understanding.

So, hearken to the style of the times.
Absorb and understand
And become passion itself.