love is my downfall
and I've been falling,
falling,
falling,
falling.

Focus on reality, not the present moment!

There is no grip of nothing in life
Everything is temporary
Nothins can be on the grip
Everything is what it is

Also I see--- the sun is the supreme
The river is the nourisher
The light is the only real
The gods are the allies, the angels
Everything that you will try is temporary
Everything that you will try to make yours is void
Everything falls on the grip of the whole
Expectations are the ones that give you guilt

Just watch it pour before your eyes
The king of gods expect that as I know
Not for himself for sure but for me
The king of god resonates the heart with wisdom
Full of eternal opportunities

The wisdom is the light
The guilt in the existance
Embracing the divine is the way I know
For some, logic lasts for a year
For some, logic lasts for a decade
For some, it lasts a century, a couple of century
Seen some last for a millinium and more

I see for me the logic lasts for a second
The logic lasts only for an instance
It is required to operate any material things
Required to work in group and collaborate
Maybe to involve in the possession’s hunt

The contract I know never gives me the grip
I understand divine rather than achievement
My soul suffice reality than the surface things
The eternal is the energy of the divine
The whole is the effort of the divine
You are sure a part of the whole
Divinity is sure of a full circle.
Within the circle all is temporary.

For Matthew Noszk

Charisma as a hip
Inside her instructed ****** wanes
Noticeable illness I save
Iterate misgivings desire
Furnaces coldening master
Since?

Summer ash, lents too wool?
Finding assumptions grief
Mothered dearly seas
Inside as hide
Chastised ****** sky
Boy you will seem
Scottish hearth in deed

To Taryn
From Kevin

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Sparce Residue Shant Cough


Charisma as a hip
Inside her instructed ****** wanes
Noticeable illness I save
Iterate misgivings desire
Furnaces coldening master
Since?

Summer ash, lents too wool?
Finding assumptions grief
Mothered dearly seas
Inside as hide
Chastised ****** sky
Boy you will seem
Scottish hearth in deed

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Yilted redundant?

After skating barefoot one day
I went alone
Inverted hang over ledge feet to back of skull twice back to buddha

Hands above elbows
?
Other way
Brain strange

It was a coming to terms with my origin
Siddhartha poise at setting day

Never met in the water around Rincon yet it's hear

Irish poet

The other half
Sicilian
Showed the book of your confrontation with reef
testa di moro
Gianmaria Testa Nuovo
That's pop

When?
Thank Malloy brothers for birthdays together

Before I knew myself, I was
No name, no shame, no need for cause.
I laughed without a second glance,
I danced through life in mindless trance.

The world was soft, the lines were blurred,
No inner voice, no angry words.
No fear, no doubt to cage my breath
No thoughts of time, no thoughts of death.

But then it struck without a sign,
A single thought that wasn’t mine.
Who are you? whispered in my head,
And just like that, the old me fled.

I saw myself raw, exposed,
A puzzle no one ever chose.
The child I was began to fade,
Replaced by silence, sharp as blade.

I noticed eyes, and tones, and stares
And felt the weight of unasked cares.

I questioned how I used to live
How could I ever just forgive
A world so vast, so cold, so loud,
Yet I had floated in that cloud.

I can’t describe it all
No thunderclap, no voice to call.
Just something clicked, and I could see:

And now I carry what I know,
A truth that doesn't let me go.
A scar of thought I cannot share
Life was great before I was self-aware.