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Every life comes to an end
such is the life a human soul
which knows no end.
Created by me on December 21st, 2019
A bit of a mind-******, which is always great. hey, imagine imagining O_O... lol
I've been wondering through the shadow of the valley of death
and can't seem to remember as to why I'm here
it seems that my memories have faded away
could it be that I lost my way?
it feels like an eternity walking through this deserted land
this awful, unwashed land
I just want to get back home
back to wonderland.
Created by me on December 21st, 2019
Another one of my favorites due to the rhyming.. so good.
I don't know what I'm doing
and have no clue on where I'm heading
all I know is that it's great
wherever I'm going

hell to some, heaven to others
the promised land, a place full of wonders
the place where we no longer suffer
a place where we have each other
a place, full of sinners
I hope to see you soon
my brothers and sisters.
Created by me on November 23rd, 2019
(つ◕౪◕)つ━☆゚.*・。゚
I look outside and see my life passing by
tell me, what's my purpose in life?
please don't lie
is it to wake people up about the all-seeing eye
or to ask questions all the time?

writing poetry isn't bringing me anywhere
I'm aware that isn't its purpose
but where do I go from here?
do I try new things over and over
or go next and disappear?

I started writing poems about a month ago
its gotta bring me somewhere
but what do I know.
Created by me on November 21st, 2019
Even after all this time, I still haven't figured it out. I still have like 60 or so more years to figure it all out though, right? ... right? lol. I'm sure its right in my face, like most things in life.
Sitting in the middle of nowhere
enjoying the peace of mind
I'm obviously going somewhere
with this state of mind.

they said it was a waste of time
I've lived so many lives
and died a thousand times
if only they knew that they themselves
were wasting time.

I know they will learn sometime soon
that is something a soul must abide
and I hope to see you
on the other side.
Created by me on November 18th, 2019
As above, so below
those are the words in which we know
we keep it in our minds, we keep it in our hearts
it is always with us wherever we go
it's a curse, it's a blessing
just know we understand everything.
Created by me on October 28th, 2019
I'm sorry for all the darkness I've brought into the world
I understand I'm a being of light, I've seen the signs
but these are changing times and one must climb high
high into the sky with great strides
I'm sorry for all the light I've curated in this world
I know it sounds like a lie but please look into my eyes
I'm not among the flies, I've empathized with them
but I still want to see their demise
I want all my family and friends to know
that I love you guys, please don't worry about me
I'm doing fine, and I'm sorry
Sorry for pushing you guys away
Sorry for being too honest
Sorry for saying sorry
I apologize, I'm not sorry.
I'm not sorry for saying sorry
I'm not sorry for caring too much
I'm not sorry for being too honest
And I'm not sorry for being this way.
Created by me on October 27th, 2019 (I did delete a few repeated things now though)
Yeah.. how I feel most days.
Dear heavenly father above
I hope you know it's 11:11
I'll make a wish and go to heaven
find Jesus christ and take his heart
build my throne on top of his corpse,
and call it art with no remorse
Amen.
Created by me on October 26th, 2019
Wow, so edgy Anthony... yeah, I cringe when looking at this too. it's whatever though.
Saturday, March 7th, 2020      

       The imagination has the capacity to ensky one’s entity, it is the Apotheosis of the Astral Flame. True ennoblement, therefore, cometh not of intellect; the left-brain, but of sentiment, of creativity; the right-side of the brain. What is humanity, what is life, bereft of Wonder?
      
      In all of Creation there exist patterns & distinctions, both are coeval happenstances. The implication? Creativity is our Highest Divine. Within phantasmagoria can be found paradigmata; therefore, divinity is the Paradigm of Creation.  
      
      My tribulations have been my masters in the Hierarchy of Sacrality. Every moment of darkness has taught me to rove within for the ethereal light. Suffering is ephemeral, gladness is ephemeral, life is ephemeral.

Counter-intuitively, all things are transcendent, fluid, yet, static, and impermeable. Truth, without spirit, is unfathomable. The constant amidst an order of the chaste unknown? Our spiritual heritage known as Love.
      
       When we allow the world around us to be fathom’d by the eyes of our hearts, we partake of the privilege of Transcendence. Our hearts burgeon ineffably. There are no words to describe the beauty, the splendor, and the indelibility of a spiritual perspective. Furthermore, if creativity is of the same canon, it produces similar fruitage.
      
       My intuition gainsays my disbelief. The warring within me shall bear Faith from its embattled womb. This sterling quality is the source of my resilience, the crux of my perseverance; my muse. I am, we are a miracle.  
      
There lies a hidden power inside each one of us. We must be willing, patient enough, to cultivate these virtues. Our souls shall wax virtuosic when we do.
        
       Until my last day on this Earth, I hope to continuously metamorphose, blossom, effloresce into the spirit I am ordained to be. Foreordinance means not exaltation, but humility.
      
        Light cannot exist apart from Stygian Shadow. The Stygian Shadow cannot exist apart from the Light. Each magnifies the cadenza of the One who formed all things.  
      
        The mentally feeble are so easily persuaded to believe in the inherent goodness of Light. Spiritual pedigree teaches us the fear of the Dark; paradoxically, every illumination casts its veil. Such cannot be the purest evil if placed within the hands of the Great Revealer.  
      
        We cannot discern the merits of virtue simply by its outward appearance. We must peer inward in order to extrapolate, assay its purest essence.  Every element: Water, Fire, Earth, Air, and Quintessence each play a role in the Hierarchy of Sacrality. Therefore, we must be grateful for the natural unfolding of things.
      
       The Tides of Time unveil the cyclic changes that the Terraqueous Mother undergoes. In like manner, life changes not just with seasons, but with the passing of the ages. Though life is an evanescent exodus upon the Gaian Expanse, we see so much transpire in its brevity. —Life itself is a season, a coming and passing, an experiential vicissitude. Moreover, if I am to understand the essence of the Experiential  Cascade, I must believe that these moments of clarity are sacrosanctities of the highest order.
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Dictum of Resurrection
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“Transcendence implies the surpassing of two things, and the consequent attainment of a third thing. But there are no ‘things’ in reality, of any kind whatever: there is only the thing-in-itself, its suchness, which is Reality, revealed when the illusory dualism of inexistent qualities is dissolved.”

∞Wei Wu Wei∞

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"Wise men don’t judge: They seek to understand."

∞Wei Wu Wei∞

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Sacred Parcel:
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Keep Christ
in your
Hearts,
Beloved Ones.
Without the Way,
The Truth,
And
The Life
We are without
Redemption.


“Everything is real in dream,“
Said the sage;
Therefore,
Imagine & believe.
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Excelsior Forevermore,
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Ω



Sanders Maurice Foulke III
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EP Robles Mar 2020
No youth or age hides from an eternal rule:
                                the touch of vulnerability     by which all creatures of Sea & Land
      bayonet->all|sides| of the same chordTingles confusion                                      the brainsBROken-spoken politeness  revealed by natural light a
      sewn-skin upon a parched vacant Post-sign by-wild(er) words (ok)_.
So We cry. A miracle so difficult! And then blew my eyes saying,
'Death is a miracle feeling no pain'
toward my pain's feelings long history//the banality of insanity
rolled a beach ball by the hand of God-Bless i wish to know
those secrets He keeps away keeps unto the majestic miracles,    -Father;
     we children cry when we see
                                 the End of Loved Ones                                     we
                                 believing YOU: funeral                                    or    
                                 victory!

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