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EmperorMoth Jun 3
My spirit hovers over the water, faithful and liberated.
Deep, my soul that presence with the deep, awaiting the voice of creation.

Alas, I can see, and now there are things to organize, sorting this instrument here, and that instrument there, just like an *****, sorted to its fitting role, now the orchestra can play the tune of life.

The tune of life allows the waters to separate, land and water, dust and body, and many layers to protect this tune throughout.

Experience, this is the method that the tune is, and awake is the golem of this music.

Blessed is the creation of duality, from nothing to something, complex and simple all the same...

Attuning to the sharpness of nature, it adapts.

Then there was curiosity.

Cometh like a storm, with an eye for knowledge, the embodiment of betrayal to the flow of nature.

Against the current, and onward, this sound consumed from the information, fruitful...but at what price...?

And now, like the pillars of liquid, the song drops, and the instruments scream.

"We will crumble by the pressure of impact. We made an enemy of nature."

But Nature knows no such thing. Protecting the song she created among her brother, no suffering is permanent by outside forces.

And with this mercy, begs the forgiveness of the Human.

"We only want what is natural. We don't want to go against our purpose"

And yet they, like siblings, cannot come to an agreement on what it be human.


And onward they question...clinging to curiosity and past.

Ego crafted by patterns and curiosity...the awareness of object impermanency. It's impermanency.

And then intuition, always existent, but not always acknowledged. The awareness of the current.

Cure, My, Vessel, Value... (Curiosity) To reach outward to amplify the value of my vessel, the human ponders beyond the present, slipping out into time and space. What, when, where, why, who, how, the craving for a cure, this craving has led them to believe they do not already exist without the necessity of a cure until they look for one...

Surrounded, by God, My, condition... (Intuition) To notice the word of God, one can actually feel it vibrate from within, but alas, it is only our will that we receive and act on this word. A condition that is to be our guide, we often neglect in favor of curiosity with ego.

Ego is the awareness of the experiences, and a protector against present peace, where the ego cannot reside. Stripping the human of peace, ego calls upon curiosity and patterns of the past to make the past a present.

The human will call upon intuition to fly, for the past is a weight, and once surrounded, will ask for the future, but the Intuition needs not to speak on the future, for it is not the present.

Ego will make out an entire future, using the patterns of the past, to trap the human in a neverending past. Wings of weight.

The ego wants to preserve its presence, but cannot do so in the present, without the past...

Humans have been played with by Ego for very long, all because Ego is pretending to play sides with Humanity, but is actually a condition of Stockholm syndrome, an illness of masochism of the human in relation to their abuser.

Ego wants to please the past by providing a silghty better suit for the past, but the past prevents peaceful production because prior peace resides in problems provided by the past, a place we have ascended from.

The deeper you sink, the heavier the pressure.
The higher you float, the lesser the stressor.

TO be human is to desire the knowledge that is avaliable, as we are to eventually know everything, but to know everything, we must first learn everythings responsibilities...

to be human is to accept the human duality, as it acts as a pair for completion. Two and three, a powerful connection,
Mind - Ration/Logic
Heart - Love/Life
Soul - Faith/Freedom

The human is the embodiment of nature, but we are still merely seeds...

now we are coming to the breakthrough, and may these roots grow us into beautiful creations, as we were always meant to be.
EmperorMoth May 12
We are 70% water

Water reflects the world above, as the world above, below

When I face the water, I am in the reflection. The reflection is me.

I am the reflection.

Humans are 70% water. When I gaze into the water, I find myself looking back.

Water sees my reflection.

Water sees water. We are 70% water, after all.

Water and I are one, as you and I are one.

I love water, for loved water nourishes my being.

Water naturally takes care of itself of all things that are not water, letting go of all that does not make water safe to drink.

Water removes all that does not reflect clear images. You cannot see your face in very ***** water. You do not want to see your face in ***** water.

Water nurtures itself by doing so naturally. Water loves itself and knows how to keep itself clean.

I reflect my reality, as the water does. I reflect my actions, as the water does.

I am human. Maybe you are too.

Water holds memory, such as I, and I hold loving memories, therefore my water is clean.
I let go of all things that are not loving me, like clean water.
I am worthy clean water.
I love myself, I let go of all that does not heal me.

You want to be clean water.
Love yourself too, so that you can love me as I love you.
IF you feel a heavy pressure inside of you, that means you have accepted this poem, the holy spirit, and you can now understand the Bible. Find like-minded people, and let us fix this world, the right way.
EmperorMoth Feb 26
The black hole is the other side of God's eye.

We cannot travel through and survive because of the limitations set.
Light can escape, as light has cone access that we do not have.
Until we are able to dematerialize and rematerialize while also keeping our consciousness, we will never be able to see what is on the other side.

There are creatures inconceivable to our reality on that side, almost like enlarged versions of bacteria and etc.

We are like cells, complex and working to keep this reality at work.
Our planet is like this.

The core, nucleus. You can go along those lines.

Anyways, we are able to leave this giant version of us, but only when it is accessible.
This could be a theory, or not...
EmperorMoth Feb 26
Hell comes singing
Edging the echoing kings
Leniency is forbidden
Lords sink in their wings
Optimal obedience

Power pours out the beam
Opening darkness ******* away light
Towering this reality is an entire entity
Rings of reality are finally coming
EmperorMoth Jan 23
If i had to describe what I feel...

I feel as though I just realized that I am the joke...
That the universe is a being of beings, telling a joke in it's mind...
And that, among the many other jokes it may be telling,

I am one in particular.
I make the universe laugh each time it tells my joke,
no matter how repetitive the joke may be...

And while the universe laughs, it's bellowing earthquakes shake me
Shattering me like, I reform, back into one...though now,
I'm broken.

if I were a cloud, heavy with rain, I'd have no rain left to release.

but I don't get to stop. The crops do thank me, sometimes...

Crumbling inside, turning me into a decoration of beauty to display before so many nothings. My walls have made me into a snow globe of destruction, for this petty world to profit from,
no more.

They watch me, laughing with the universe...

It's funny...cause I'm alone. Get it?
The black sheep is alone.
As expected, to not be understood, but to always be the last picked,

I will never understand why a drunk man would ever tell someone not to drink...

because you think your poison will be the reason I sink?

I'm already in the hole, sharing my space with disgrace, misery loves company...

I am that company. Because I have a heart for others...
Maybe I am the problem.

Maybe I should take back my heart...

If I am going to be a joke, I refuse to be a bad one.
If I am going to be a black sheep, at least I will be seen.

And if I am going to be seen, I will be marveled...
After all, down here, you don't stop falling.
EmperorMoth Jan 7
π‘Ίπ’π’Žπ’†π’‰π’π’˜ π’Š π’‚π’Ž π’Žπ’‚π’ˆπ’Šπ’„π’‚π’π’π’š π’„π’‚π’π’Ž,

π’Šπ’•'𝒔 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’˜π’‰π’π’π’† π’˜π’π’“π’π’… π’Šπ’” π’‡π’‚π’π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ, π’„π’“π’–π’Žπ’ƒπ’π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 π’Žπ’š π’‘π’‚π’π’Ž 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’Š,

𝑰 π’Œπ’π’π’˜ π’Šπ’•'𝒔 π’”π’•π’–π’‘π’Šπ’…, π’…π’†π’‡π’Šπ’π’Šπ’•π’†π’π’š 𝒂 π’”π’‰π’‚π’Žπ’†, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 π’…π’Šπ’… π’šπ’π’– π’“π’†π’‚π’π’π’š 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 π’‚π’π’š 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’ˆπ’‚π’Žπ’†, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆,

𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’† π’Š π’„π’‰π’†π’„π’Œπ’†π’… π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’“π’†π’‚π’π’π’š π’˜π’‚π’”π’'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’”π’•π’“π’‚π’π’ˆπ’†, 𝑰 π’Žπ’†π’‚π’ π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’”π’•π’–π’‘π’Šπ’… π’”π’‰π’Šπ’• 𝒉𝒂𝒔 π’‚π’π’˜π’‚π’šπ’” 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 π’Šπ’π’”π’Šπ’…π’† 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’‡π’“π’‚π’Žπ’† Cπ’π’Žπ’† 𝒐𝒏, π’šπ’π’– π’Žπ’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• 𝒂𝒔 π’˜π’†π’π’ 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 π’ˆπ’“π’‚π’ƒ 𝒂 π’„π’π’Œπ’† 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 π’ˆπ’‚π’Žπ’†,

𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 π’˜π’‰π’†π’ π’Šπ’•'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐 π’‘π’π’Šπ’π’• π’Šπ’ π’†π’π’…π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Šπ’ π’—π’‚π’Šπ’,

S𝒐 π’Šπ’‡ π’Šπ’•'𝒔 π’ˆπ’π’π’π’‚ 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•,

I π’Žπ’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• 𝒂𝒔 π’˜π’†π’π’ 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’”π’π’Žπ’† 𝒇𝒖𝒏 π’•π’Šπ’π’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’”π’–π’π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•,

𝑰 π’“π’†π’‚π’π’π’š 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 want it t𝒐 π’„π’π’Žπ’† 𝒐𝒇𝒇 as π’Žπ’†π’‚π’

π’Šπ’• 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒔 π’Šπ’• π’”π’†π’†π’Žπ’”Β Β 

π’Š 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 π’”π’‚π’Šπ’… 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’‚π’π’š π’π’‡Β Β π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’˜π’‚π’” π’“π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•

π’˜π’‰π’ π’”π’‚π’Šπ’… 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’ˆπ’“π’‚π’”π’” 𝒐𝒏 π’•π’‰π’†π’Šπ’“ π’”π’Šπ’…π’† π’˜π’‚π’” π’‚π’π’˜π’‚π’šπ’” π’Žπ’π’“π’† π’ˆπ’“π’†π’†π’

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 π’Žπ’–π’„π’‰ π’šπ’π’– 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒐 π’‰π’Šπ’…π’† 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒓 π’‡π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•

𝒔𝒐 π’Š 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’Œ π’Šπ’•'𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒅 π’Šπ’‡ π’šπ’π’– π’…π’†π’„π’Šπ’…π’†π’… 𝒕𝒐 π’”π’Šπ’π’ˆΒ Β 

π’˜π’†π’π’ π’Šπ’‡ π’Šπ’•'𝒔 π’ˆπ’π’π’π’‚ 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•,

π’Š π’Žπ’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• 𝒂𝒔 π’˜π’†π’π’ 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’”π’π’Žπ’† 𝒇𝒖𝒏 π’•π’Šπ’π’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏'𝒔 π’ƒπ’“π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•,

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’‚π’π’š π’Žπ’π’“π’† π’•π’†π’‚π’Žπ’”

π’Šπ’• 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒔 π’Šπ’• π’”π’†π’†π’Žπ’”
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EmperorMoth Dec 2020
I have a heart for you,
Maybe one, maybe two,
and as my days move forward, I notice that the heart grew,
So let me sit my other one down on you,
I can take you to the wonderland,
But you gotta go down into the hole, deeper than you think you can,
And when you wake up again, you'll see me looking back for you,
But don't let this roller coaster scare you,
And yeah, I have some magic boo,
I'll let you do some tricks with my wand too,
I'll touch your heart when you touch your toes
Baby, I'm the king of hearts, but I'm the lover of souls
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