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Whatever will be, will be
I guess that's what they call certainty
A vague destiny
But where does that leave you and me?
A collective we
We'll have to wait and see
Due too love messing with thé
Predetermined story

©2025
Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
   I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
   And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

’Twas thus, as ancient fables tell,
   Love visited a Grecian maid,
Till she disturbed the sacred spell,
   And woke to find her hopes betrayed.

But gentle sleep shall veil my sight,
   And Psyche’s lamp shall darkling be,
When, in the visions of the night,
   Thou dost renew thy vows to me.

Then come to me in dreams, my love,
   I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
   And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

******* ****** demons.. they're everywhere.
And I've known it about this site
for so ******* long.

And the witches..  Jesus Christ--
control freaks,   every one of you.

What..
do you think your creativity 'substantiates'  you?

They're   just   *******   words.
Your creativity comes with an accountability..

but you won't have any part of that..   will you?

If your demons are so ******* powerful,
why do they hide inside of you?
Like a pathetic  excuse of a man, stepfather--

Using..  using..  using.. his wife's beautiful daughter..
over and over and over and over again.

It is no different with these Unholy shitbags also..


("Oh, but don't I gather the most followers with my words?")

It's just empty ******* babble.
In the Realms,  it means nothing.

Absolutely.   *******.   Nothing.

The *******, inhabitor is just an extension of your
empty, ever-controlling..  soul stealing Mother--


   It's an extremely-closed loop, Beavis.
                End of ******* story.



******* ******* demons..
the pathetic ******* are everywhere..



Feast like pagans
never get enough

Sleep like dead men..
Wake up like dead men

And when the sun comes
try not to hate the light

Someday we'll try
to walk upright

https://youtu.be/yjiJM_Daoa0

..the **** over here,
and lets get this unholy *****  out of you.
(it per loca inaquosa, puella pulchra..)

🖕
Vestigial fragrances spill into the taste of her fruit
I’m wandering like Alice through your wonderland
Tickling wisps of her hair brushing through my skin like gossamer
I’m swimming in pools of ethereal waters
Wading the waves to crash upon her needy shore.

Halcyon hours spent in serendipity
Her voice rang like seraphic honey
Sweet like candy, I’ve grown a sweet tooth
Iridescent colors slick her opening and I can taste a rainbow.

Evanescent moments caught entwined
Our bodies converse like old friends,
Talking with a reverence for past times
Post tide, in landslides
Where we collide and collapse
Mouth dried, lungs spent
Chasing breath in the wilderness of our love.

She speaks to me in crepuscular displays
Diamonds in the black of her eyes.
As the rain poured down,
I kissed away the saline,
And breathed in her petrichor delight.

Don’t wake me —
I’m down in the rabbit hole
Further down I go,
Lost in her like a lingering madness.
Curiouser and curiouser.
i don't know what inspired this, but i am personally happy with how it turned out.
A tug of war inside
Cant really pin point the pressure point,
But its at boiling point
But the road map leads to interest and belief
Leading to  askewed aspirations  
Can religion be disregarded for spirituality
Can one enjoy wealth amongst this poverty
Where is the border between self and people
What can be done than what can be said
Revolutionarily   or diplomatically
A healthy mind in a healthy body, so theres none there
Should none of what people say matter
Does when and where really matter if theres a why
Maybe this is just a frustration of pieces not coming together
Maybe i am downplaying me
Is family unconditional or unconditional only applies to family
With tomorrow not promised and the present being the future,
Can i really only live for once
When does the student really become the master if they are unmastered
We lesson from mistakes,
But how can one be sure of correct corrections if every result is unprecedented and cannot be measured
Why is there karma for revenge ,
And no karma for forgiveness
If theres any karma than naturally complete cycle of every season
Detached from politicians and politics,
Yet abiding by the constitution and its policies,
And voting
All this begins when i journey to find my path to my purpose
I still want materialistic at the cost of the planet
Knowing what you waiting for, but not knowing for how long

— The End —