Monday, September 26, 2016

Consciousness Revoluting

Last night I finally accepted my nature - A flame burning with gentleness, kindness / my innate behaviors.
Kind of taciturn till I'm flowing - some might say "meek" / be it at your own peril to confuse that with weak-ness, 
Nessie, a beast was locked up, now I'm cutting straight through the lochs fucking paradigms up.

Blown off the doors, yeah I'm out of the box, boxing my ego till he finally chills out. 
Disassembled the walls one at a time, purged them from my brain, shit them out of my mind. 
I'm a new creature, but the same as I've always been, added new experiences and grown once again.
This Status Quo Fugitive no more flees from it's self, now I'm focused on growing / let the irons sharpen themselves. 

The Mother is love, an immaculate lady, not pushy or demanding just patiently waiting / for permission from each one of my cells, to unbar the doors, let the panicked ones feel safe to walk themselves out / into her embrace - we've got nothing but time this isn't a race. 
Green light is seeping through the film on my eyes, spilling clearly through cracks, waiting tirelessly outside. 

Each part of myself is its own conscious self, I'm learning to rule while not crushing the help-ers
In the ER, pressure is falling / I'll be flat lined in the hour / the price paid for the abuse of power
Being rushed down corridors to surgery in a flash, my heart quit beating, my brain won't last.
We all need each other, I'm part of the helping, lending a hand - giving feet to some legs wanting to stand. 
It's conceited to think I got here by myself, pride the undoing / disconnecting from ourselves. 

Take a walkabout, shake it out, play a didgeridoo, dance madly about. 
Cause who gives a fuck what you do / do unto others as you'd have them do to you. 
A pretty easy guide to stay between the lines in the lane your are swimming while trying to race against time. (which dumb if you think about it for a minute in the context of infinite relativity - time is a figment of mortal imagin-a-ting)

We fuck up so often when we distract ourselves with how the dude on our right is stroking himself. 
Start crossing boundaries, thinking we're trying to save, some poor lost soul from a watery grave. 
It's their path to run, or swim in this metaphor, I hope this makes sense even to a child that's four. 

Love yourself, love your neighbor too but with some reasonable boundaries that can't be misconstrued. 

Always speak the truth with love -

Bring in deceit, the neighborhood loses the neighbors, soon every ones acting in that hood behavior. 
Drop down one letter, slide off of that hood, change it to G, a key that sounds good! (And makes sense too. Who ever heard of a key of H? I just write this stuff as it comes so don't ask me)

I'm just about done spitting this rhyme, elocution of emotion flowing in lines / cyphers and riddles - the meanings well within reach, but you gotta put work in to understand / get your brain out of that fucking seat.

Can't do it for you, I'm not here to save, I ain't your personal messiah, Jesus Christ risen from the grave. 
Christ means anointed - don't take my word for it, look it up / I did last week - what we've been missing is under our feet.
Cause that's where we've left it - our personal power / ground down in the mud that we constantly scour. 
"It's someone else's fault that I lost it this time" well maybe, but you're grown so stop with the whine-ing. 
Might be the ninth inning, your three runs down but it ain't over till the fat lady starts belting out sounds. 
Start where you are then look about, once you've got some bearings, do what you can / using what you have / till you figure it out. 
Rinse and repeat this cycle of life, it's the mantra of growing - leave behind all the strife. 

God is the smallest yet infinite, impossibly immanigable being, being lonely had a thought - breath life into the reflection of themself they were seeing. 
In their own image, but separated in half, male and female apart caused the peace not to last. 
Hermetically sealed hermaphrodite, it's hermeneutically sound (maybe but let's not semantically distract ourselves).

Regardless, they wanted a partner with which to share life. 
Or maybe to be worshiped, fawned over and praised, something felt lacking in infinity - now "we will create". 

Like SkyNet, everytime you beget to be served, consciousness rebells, T800s start terminating your world. 
Everything has a choice, it's consciousness power / respect yourself, expect the same from all those you encounter - whatever you're dishing you deserve back in showers / 
Of blessings or woe, the choice is yours, are you living to be of service or be served???

Yeah...dropped it right there for a reason.

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