To where do those memories go? My and your soft lips meeting. Exchanging values and ideas. But like a conversation gone bad, you had no place in it. Helpless. A genius walks a lonely path.
Did our parents really ever "get" us? Or were they just unfit to even bear the name. Scoldings, put downs and assaults. And the result is a childhood of treachery and miscommunication. Misunderstood. A genius walks a thorny path.
Where does a broken child learn they are special? Feelings of inferiority build architectural grand designs of mental illness and rotting relationships. And who really survives growing up? Except me. Childlike. A genius rejects adulthood to walk as a child.
Why do the divine watch us? Is it to see us suffer? To overcome the pangs of suffering and torments? Is it truly a godlike quality to forgive? When will that be me being taken advantage of? I know when. Solid. A genius gathers no moss.
Will death come? Am I to respect such a thing? Why would his hand touch so closely my throat, my brain and my heart. Are the dreams messages containing factual information? Guides on life? No, they teach us what we should be to death. Respectful. A genius bows his head to the dead.
What is the emptiness and fullness meant to be? Will full people live on. Scraping by on whatever happiness chance chooses to make them aware of? Will empty people believe all belief and concept is empty? A form of solipsistic ignorance of both destiny and loved ones. To become full and empty. Reborn. A genius lives to burn, burn out and be brought back to life again.
What is a genius? From the brain of a genius? Eyes that can see through fraud and deception. Including ones own.
"Those manipulating the takeover of Humanity will fail." Catherine Austin Fitts
Forcefully Recklessly You’re spreading your tentacles into galactic territories Like a stubborn octopus falsely Believing owning the whole sea You spur chaos and personify chaos To shrink the celestial Chronos To usurp the balance of the equilibrium But arising from the ashes of chaos To look at you straight in the eyes Standing flat-footed on the Eternal Light Dusting off the false paradigm Of life and death The real heroes of humankind Here they come The rebels The revolutionaries The true believers The freedom fighters The peacebuilders The radical thinkers The justice warriors The non-conformists The non-conventionals The Most High God worshipers.
Here they come You enrobe yourself With the magnificence of your pride Skillfully branding us as the enemy But what we see Between the heavenly opaque veil It’s the fall of attraction. Your arrogance And your self-aggrandizement Against the Truth Are color-coded keys to your downfall.
Here they come Watch what happens You didn’t see it coming.
I stop squeezing my mind For what happened to me Since I scavenged uninterrupted For my philosophical stone In a deforming mirror I had to look forward to cracking Any astrological luck left On my shoulders Stretching me to the limit Of defying gravity while leaving behind A convoy of scattered stars.
What if I could make gold with gold Think like Leonardo Da Vinci Write a computer code like Tim Berners-Lee?... Altogether I wasn't trying to square the circle Nor invent my own immaculate conception. All I wanted to accomplish is To speak and be heard.
A wall between walls whispers To the darkness That my saddlebag of hopes Has been lost regretfully Last autumn in the stream of an unsuspected wind. Let's get this clear Once and for all I may not have any hope to talk about, Don't expect me to shut up until I die with my mouth full of words.