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121 (The beginning of something more)**The Story** begins with silence and black out, a void. Not darkness. Nor anything that attempts to define nothingness, because it’s nothing. The blackness or void is only a metaphor representing nothing. Within this point, so close to simultaneous you’d think they were one in the same, a light emerges, emanating divine, pure energy and love. Its intelligence and complexity expands and fills what was once nothing with beauty and truth. At this moment, all is whole, fast as thought, strong beyond comprehension, gentle as a whisper and furious beyond all flame. The wild spirit of happiness is real and alive! The void was never the enemy, only a point in which to be born. Duality can only exist if unification finds an enemy within itself. The enemy is reflected by the segregation and space created between divine and mortal. This space is developed by Ego. / This entity “Ego” is the essence of self resistance, absorption, chaos, consciousness…hate. The inner antagonist rises and begins to cut and eliminate the threads attached to creation and spirit. A mirror that envelopes and contains the living spirit. An orb caging vulnerable souls spread throughout the expansion of life and suffocating energetic flow. The universe and it’s creatures that lost connection being virtually incapable of seeing one another ever again while the enemy exists. / The instigation is tolerated by those who always continue the journey. The emasculation of Ego, commences as the divine resonates it’s vibration as a weapon like a solar flare, piercing the Ego. Then the inner spirit begins to open up and claw its way out. The Spirit sees that vanity is leading the despair of self pity into the heart as it remains a vessel dwelling in a false world channeling a false force. This awareness makes The Spirit lifts up, against and out of a matrix constructed within the crystal ball cage that refracts the true sun’s rays. Together, The Spirit and The Divine begin to crush Ego. Ego begins to flatten, compress and then combust. Through the flames the chord of love between The Divine and The Spirit bursts like a shooting star towards the kinship’s re-established nexus. The collision creates what was pure and full in circulation again and the expansion becomes an infinite motion harmonizing with the void in an adventure that goes on forever. When Ego tries to slither back in after a nearly insurmountable time of hiding between the gaps that contains new life, it is given no room by anything in thought, theory, in any form of existence.
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Nov 8, 2012
A heart like DavidSitting in silence / No light inside the room / but your shine cracks through the door as I view my soul in clarity as I listen to you whole
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Apr 18, 2012
A Minor BlerbStaring into the limitless / An infinite spectrum of qualities / Devoted to expressing the duplicitous nature of divinity
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Oct 4, 2017
Anxiety's HoldEven the greatest moments, calmest actions, most peaceful energy, would be unable to tear it off once it sticks / it winds you up for everything and causes one to just pace instead / Eyes get dizzy from observation of another's and can assimilate the same hold
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Aug 22, 2012
A Pattern From Whence It CameOne soul to awaken / Two souls to make love / Three souls officiate a family
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Apr 21, 2015
A Poem For My Daughter Harmony's First BirthdayIn such little time our universe was completely reordered / We never knew what really mattered until our love found a soul / Crossing the divides, the edges and borders
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Oct 28, 2015
A song for unrestSo they tell me that your faith is sinking from opinions / of all the people / That's ok because I know I've been there once or twice
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Apr 18, 2012
A song to my momI could be completely alone / don't want to deal with the world outside / I'm sitting down in the corner and crying...crying
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Apr 18, 2012
A verse I wrote for a rapper I'm workin withto take out your whole crew / it only takes one call / we'll see you riding solo and
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Dec 19, 2010
A very long walkBeings only hide from the truth / Truth never hides / Waves hit the earth nearly the same time the winds do
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Sep 23, 2018
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