Teo - Enlightened Now

Sometimes i'm like a dragon flying high.
But even i, one who is appointed in the sky cannot tell you without a doubt that i know where the truth lies.
I am simply just a victim of my own imagination
but maybe i will be true this time.

Deep insight
into the abyss of self.
My enlightment has lost its light
The darkest bright has overcome
but  i see what i am now.
i see why they say ignorance is bliss now.

I am a place of light and darkness
a wondering vessel wandering throughout the night.
Torn between the pang of evil, ignorance and the bliss of knowing that which is good and true.
How dare i dare to dream !
how dare i dare to dream when my woe can outdo my wisdom.

The fire of five suns often rises from within...
What if fire and brimstone was just a whim
would it still be enough to win ?
would it still be enough to quench thy sin ?

The wrath of a thousand men has fallen upon this den
Their rage has become my energy
My Anger, my angst and my anguish is just fire for my breath.
If it is to be, belligerence will bring my death.
But if it is a fight i must fight it must be for the light
is darkness not full of vainity ?
I must die to self.

The battle of self
a battle of mind and matter.
My subconscious is my friend
but my subconscious is my enemy.
If within me is a universe, i am a place of light and darkness.
How dare i dare to dream when i am but light and darkness.
I have felt the darkness death has brought upon my head
My woe has outdone my wisdom !
i must die to self
over and over again.


Time has washed me onto distant shores.
In the distance passed lies my past.
in present time i stand aghast in the sight of what i once was.
there was no self to be found
only mere imaginations.

who am i now ?
who will i be tomorrow ?
Where am i now ?
where will i be tomorrow ?
drenched in doubt
from the weight of it all i become no longer sure of self.
there was no self to be found
only mere imaginations.
yet still here i am swimming on through the skies.
oh how my imagination has fooled me.





In sober sight
i see clearly now.
Like stars the folly of my imagination falls before my eyes
My glory descends into dust
oh how quickly a lust for life can fall from grace and wonder.
oh how quickly what one adores can become just a thought.
Oh how words can lose their wisdom
does truth not always remain the same?
with eyes aghast i question the heavens
why the whim ?
truly because of sin?
Who am i now ?
how much more must i endure ?
Truth is found, yet truth is lost
the quest simply continues
to wander
to be
what does it mean to be who you are ?

Quite clearly,
My heart is not what it used to be.
why the whim ?
My desire has drifted...
but somehow the cold has kept me warm.
Somehow the hand of the divine has reached me in the depths of my darkness and handed me a speck of light,
enough to to see my way out of the void and back into interstellar flight.

Along this path i see,
i see clearly now !
but my dream seems to be different from what i wanted it to be.
Devastation has dimmed my delusion but robbed me of my fantasy.
what are the elements now ?
but it feels good to be free from it all
to see through that which is empty yet fills the heart with pride.
if everyday my ego flies
everyday my dream continues
but i  am no longer blinded by the bright blackness.

The night of day is still dark but my skies are clearer now.
I do not see my destiny
but i see the light.
Focus
Focus on the Light.


"the true mind can wheather all the lies and illusions without being lost. The true heart can tough the poison of hatred without being harmed. Since beginning-less time darkness thrives in the void, but always yields to purifying light."

Zack Hemsey - The Way

Stars don't rule the sky but I wish I did.

New lights
new lust
I swear I cant fight it.

It must be me

I must be free

flying...

Riddle - Let Go

In what is said to be the happiest place in the world they lie down in death today, with a not so gay pride.

But where is the spirit of truth in the mist of all the gun smoke?
is it just playing dead ?

As hellish madness unravels in a world of uncertainty,
the lost ones sleep in their death beds.

But the ones that lived sing pray and shout to God,

but love is their god...

And the ones that live *sing shout and shoot,
for their gods live on.




Just as everybody can be your friend,
everybody can be your enemy.
what if those who are your friends are also your enemies?

Pray to your god,

But if God is love is he bound by it ?
and if God can hate is he defined by it ?

as if to be riddled with bullet holes,
what if mind games are the quickest ways to lose your life...
what will it take for you to find the 'safe house?'

If death comes for us all
is it better to die in a love-delusion,
or a god-delusion ?

and if love is love is love is love.
what is Love ?

And if Love wins,
what is Love if love is love,



*James Vincent Mcmorrow - Higher Love

As if to be lost in the wanders of it all is to be found.

To be Ali is to be a lion of God,

a fighter for peace,

a lover of love,

and a vanguard of truth.

To fight the fight of life as if for your life is...

to be Ali.



So for the sake of truth,

love,

light,

life and prosperity,

fight.

#‎iamAli‬

*The Fugees - Rumble In The Jungle

Tokimonsta - Little Pleasures ♫

The waves are as turbulent as can be
But I'm still sailing.
My sky cries with thunderous roar amidst the wailing waters...

...but I'm still sailing...

Battleships galore,
my blood is on the floor.

but the Lord is my witness.
My troubles are my fitness,
for I am conditioned for greatness.


...fluctuating...
forever fluctuating,
how can I be made for such seas?

Such quests weaken the body but it's truth that strengthens the soul!..

surely it is true that this pang is painful for the sake of some sad sacred purpose.

...but...

Where is my truth ?
where is the truth?
Why is there even such confusion ?

should truth not be universal?
if not is it not just perception?

how unjust !

Are we losing our truth?
Are we losing the truth?
Has our perception become deception ?
To know,
lose your mind watching the inception

see what a wonderous con it is.


Just like you i also doubt...
like the lotus lost in a sun yet looking for the Son.
like Ali looking for his lion.
like Buddha looking for his beach
yet lost in a rain looking for his tears...

suddenly,

...an Ocean...

Set your sail for a heavenly shore,
surely you trust journey??

For Heavens sake,
trust your journey I urge,
It will all make sense in the end if you lie with the kiss of truth.


Through the motions sickness,
In hope for brighter days beneath the rain.

we've all been dealt pain,
but no matter how unfair take what you're handed and let *love forever be your mantra.

I'm in the honest hour,
and Melancholy moons seem to be setting in once again,
but still i'm hoping that I will one day see the Son from through the rain.


"Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him"

*Future of forestry - set your sails ♫

I may be gentle but i'm still a Tiger.
I may be a Tiger but i'm still no predator.
I see sheep but they are just lost to me,
I only intend to help them get home.
But sheep with egos....
how does one remain calm around such tender arrogance ?
i may be gentle but i'm still a tiger.

Tigering around all I see are egos at war, its really an quite an interesting bore.
But could it be my own is also up in arms? and will it be the death of me if i fail to **** it first ?

I am a Tiger but i do not walk the eastern way,
not the way they do anyway.
what is Faith when Faith is free?
to me,
Faith is free when free from religion.

Though there is, there should be no compulsion in religion.
after all,
does Love not liberate ?
does Love not live and let live?

Even Jesus rebuked the religious,
but yet we do not see Him.
If I am to walk I am to walk the way He talked
and if I am to talk I am to talk the way He walked
with light,
with love,
and with compassion.
But if I am to be lost in such endless endeavor,
i am to be lost but in the right direction.

Troubles and triumphs await me but Jah will be waiting there.
Got to keep on walkin on the road to Zion land.
Got to keep it burning,
on the road to Zion land.

But alas... i am but a dreamer amidst bliss dreams,
beckoned by a subtle sleep while awaited by forgetfulness....
the only dream that remembers me.

Sensei, why is it that we forget ?

"ij-jima!"

"ij-jima!"

'But even in forgetfulness can bliss be found'

Thank you God, always. Because even tyga's tend to forget.

Music is one of the greatest powers known to mankind.

But with all those other muses floating around
with all their beauty as bear as can be,
how can you not get lost in fantasy ?

which one does lucifer **** ?

I bet  I would die to fall for her.

In a McFlurry of feelings.
Heaven Mixed with hell or whatever.
I may go easy on the sprinkles next time though,
I heard this artificial crap is doing us more harm than good.

"Love is just so nonexistent in my existence
So that’s why I was so persistent in that first quick instant that we laid eyes.
If young love for them is 16 then we must be infants, but this is so intense.
But I’m an eyewitness at love at first sight but this is just different than anything I’ve been in because it feels infinite"

"Gurl you know you're beautiful,
a space kitten
relationships messed up but ya face isn't,
kisses used to taste like jolly rancher kisses
but now they taste different"

Your heart was an empty space once,
and now that its cluttered you still yearn for things.
It's because you're far too naive, insecure and stubbornly egotistical  to release,
so instead you lease your love to the most lustful of things hoping they make you feel loved.

'Let Him give light to your eyes, or you will dream in deathly slumber'.

I am earth
But i am galaxy.

I am the star walking through the night with a fire flaming fervent.
Humble servant,
i see why you talk less now, there is more to see that way.
Humble servant.
I'm tired of seeking worldly validation,
it is only by the earth and the elements that i am to live by.

Humble servant,
what is this warm sleet that seeps from my core ?
could it be that Divine substance they call poetry?,
if so how is it so fulfilling yet it leaves me yearning for more?
how is it intangible but yet i feel it with every fiber of my being?

if i am to harness it's elegant power,
will i be overwhelmed into broken poetry pieces?

Oh the irony of being placed in a reality to dream..
be patient my dream, be patient,
even in death you do not die.

I'm drifting like a cloud, I'm flowing like water
But I'm afraid to remain on the above the surface.
why linger like a lost leaf when such marvelous insights lie beneath.
Why skim the froth but not drink the alchemy, are you truly drunk on vanity ?.

Sanity, sanity,
I am not broken without you.
Insanity, insanity,
I am not deluded with you.

I only believe because frankly this world is not enough for me, and I only aim to be better in-tune with the infinite because my soul yearns for what it cannot yet reach & what this world has to teach.
afterall wernt we wonderfully created to simply wonder?

Assail me oh death, I fear not your ****** blade.
**** me softly oh death,
but make it fast
for I cannot bear to fully feel the past without internal flame.

sharpen up your aim and set me at ease
because I envy but the breeze.
not ever does it linger in the qualms of yesterday,
it only knows of now as it drifts towards tomorrow.


tell me why should I remain ?
If I call upon his Name will I suddenly inflame?,
I think not...

for I am as cold as the wife of Lot,with only salt tears to my name as I Look back at what I've lost.

'have faith'
they say as I attempt vigorous revival on the very belief that gave me life.

what is life without light ?,
because I have been snuffed of mine and might, so I have not strength nor will to love...
Goodbye my love, all is lost for me.

From my heart's core throughout,
the ice oozes.
beneath my feet,
a warm sleet.

Listen to the waves of the wind as they come and go,

A subtle silence.

Butterfly maneuvers through wandering wind,

a rattled quietness.

Such turbulent tales of waves and wanders.

These are the waves that come at me
so silently but ferociously.
Rendered riding on the dark of day
from left to right i sway.
Within the night with winter chills but it's the warmest i've ever been.

Riding on the dark of day,
from right to wrong  i sway.

These are the waves that entice my eyes,
and by them i get lost,
just to find out what i'm truly made of.

I'm miles away but closer than you think.
And though i whisper from afar i intend to sink into your psyche.

My God, my god

is it odd that i question but of the fool, yet not knowing who it is that he is or when his time shall fall.

or is it i that has lost both his eyes ?

if so,

My God, my god,
show yourself to me, before my soul becomes idle.

i'm lone for now
but i will get lonely someday,
in some way.

Some say ignorance is bliss, but ain't nothin bliss about not knowing what to say.
During the day i wander far away, sometimes i stay, and sometimes i stay lost.
But i wouldn't say i'm completely sad, just deeply saddened at times. But sorrow has melody i tend to say, so i often sink in solitude, with quiet flute-sound as companion.

We can be lost in so many different aspects ya know.
In prospects that keep us hopeful when we rise and fall.
But thats not always a bad thing, though we do tend to lie in lies that feel all so true,
hence why we seek truth, but get lost anyway, and love to love and be loved, yet we won't forget lust in anyway.
But theres only one type of lost that is beyond all mortal cost, yet its debt has long been paid by that One we tend to cross.

I've been told "where the mind goes the man follows"

so as i go on my gentle way, there's just one thing left to say,
keep calm, watch the storm go by
wave goodbye, wave hello,
let things go,
because it's the simpler-subtler things that sing with utter adore

That cracking sound i hear,
it must be the the sound of my heart breaking
but how is it my heart is not aching ?

Could it be the art of breaking hearts is but a numb affair ?
To be fair, i do not know, and though i am fairly unaware
i am sure some may truly beg to differ,
And to that i say to each their own

To each their own
To each their own

atleast now i have something to call my own.

Music is a free spirit roaming round,
freeing souls and stealing souls.
and the funny thing is,
we're all meant to pay for it.

Just let that marinate, before its too late.

All that stuff you want might just end up making it hard to

b r e a t h

And though dampened mood may trickle with bliss its mist one does not evade.
And thus i fade in an attempt to wade,
the mist i slowly become.

So if an elegant breeze should come on by and kiss you hello or goodbye,
consider it an

' I've mist you '

Oh Angels and Demons

When will this war end ?

Ohh demons, why do you pretend?

Ohh Angels, why do you defend?

As If stars,

Our faults do not fall to an end.

A prickly sensation such as anger.
It tugs and tumbles hoping for a reaction,
yet I let it settle as it ****** my heart,
Only for it to rise again.

To follow a fox into the night is a tale of leafy footsteps,
rattled by the wind.
Warning bells and silent hells but who am i to tell the difference.

Noir, Noir,
a followers eyes tremble in the sight of just a tail.
Hungry wolves await the fool,
now isn't that foxy?

*

Be as wise as a serpent, but as harmless as a dove, because devilish tricks linger below thee above.