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Ira Sep 2018
Down, down won’t ya hear the vibrations?
Welcome to your demonic damnation!

Hear the demons cry!
And you will be mine,
Oh,

(He-he-he-Hellsing Yeah, Yeah)
(He-he-he-Hellsing)
(Hellsing Yeah, Yeah)
(He-he-he-Hellsing)

Hey, Hey hear the revelation,
Hear the demons cry from there damnation!
We all one day die,
But you didn’t wanna abide!

So welcome to your eternal damnation,
A true hell of your own making,
A true fantasy,
A place for heresy.
Oh,
So just say ya love!
YEAH!!

(He-he-he-Hellsing Yeah, Yeah)
(He-he-he-Hellsing)
(Hellsing Yeah, Yeah)
(He-he-he-Hellsing)


Oh, down, down won’t ya hear the vibrations?
Welcome to your own damnation…
Say hello to me,
The one named for Hermes.
Oh,
Hey, Hey Hear the revelations,
Welcome to a hell of your own making.
Just say hello to me,
Some hellspawn with no pity!

Oh,
So just say ya love!
Based off the Hellsing Theme song, Tiss quite quality
Cné Apr 2016
The truth is ...
Life is perfect,
With no problems that conflict.
Though naturally, improvements take effect.

The truth is ...
Nothing needs to be different,
Although everything in moment
Constantly changes and becomes different.

The truth is ...
Nothing is lacking in me.
Every moment is as it should be.
Evolving into what I am, paradoxically.

The truth is...
My life is fragile,
As my body a mere vessel.
Although, I am eternal,
Divine consciousness in spirit.
Although, I am not always aware of it.

The truth is ...
My nature is goodness.
Although that is not always my experience.
God made me always lovable.
These truths are immutable.
Ken Pepiton Aug 2018
Weave we've woven a web...
What I said, what I said, what I said
we been sayin all a long

Oh the futurists mythed the inter-resting-time

This man fears population explosions, he is speaking in 1991,

I'd built my great 100 by 75 miles ten stories building resting place where ten billion story tellers could hide and watch whaat's
comin' down.
By then, decades before, in the desert twixt Vegas and L.A.
I asked this guy who actually wanted in my pants,
I sat on the window silly V double you, did he know,
I asked, no, I told him, after I had been starring at the stars for some time, this time that'ime, when I think about it,
I told that guy the whole world was waiting,
suffering,
await'n' the frontal cortex maturation of the sons 'oGod.
I said "and I'm one." Don't touch.

My private calfornia became my private arizona and neo and river chose idaho, ( no, that idaho, that was a movie-story)... not part of the rite

that was the legend of the clan, when we had electrix. That ride set an I'll-go-rythm of if/then/else switches to HIGH honor if-ic.
If.
If you can keep your head... the rest, true rest, is history.

we know a voice who swore he was there when "Been there, done that"
became an
eternal cliche of the gods.

We are participating in the future. We are thinking.

---
that hapt the same night as the discovery of the perfect-ish
four sided pyramid of charcoal brickets burning one
at at at a time
touch another to the glowing pile on the sand...
(audio)
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why are ficts so far from the facts in the matters that matter

re-lig-em leg-it-am-it-all, damitalkenslowdown

so re-lig me to my ide-idea, beware

We seen this coming do you? This is thirty years ago we know, this we know this we

we are in sanity, as insanity is the only way to packitin
sane sorts of things that all must touch in order
to re
main sane. You know, you know. That makes lying im-possible or null-possil-be
per se.
Word.Righton. Trooph truckah! ToA allaway Found

a calico cat of the old school sawdust variety.
if you,
if you see her, please de-if her re-onance, it's chipped.
You can keep her, if I can say such things here and not be thought an ownery old cuss,
clammering through empty lobster tails to see what the attraction may have been,

Back. Then we are not
off track or trail, etched acid canyon of silicon paved with godelsufferingold, by golly, I'd be live if I could see my way clear to walk such streets at
the speed of light
no, gravity and no, too slow,
thought.
ought... that's a thought
not... that's a thought
ought... that's a differ'nt thought, takes time...
that's a thought you could spend thinking it. You get nowhere.
now and then we find clusters of ideas in time, as if they buble from some spring in the headwaters of the mind we matter in

Der Lesenmann, bitte, kanst do lesen? O h, dear reader, take my hand, my phantom hand, the one I never lost, tell me

did you enjoy our journey, so far...

Weave a ways, weave a ways to go. If this and that cross
again
we may hear what that preach meant to say, thaat day
o'visitation, way back when.

olden time. grand mals time to meditate sign-ate de-sign-ate,

Dada do we know when we know, when we are two and the past is, too.
Papa do you know the big bang is the answer everyone found, in the olden days when you were ten?
Oh I read about that backthen, I was twelve. Weekly Reader kept my gang informed, or Me, and I told all my friends, my listeners who did not read but needed to pass the current events test.
Now, we all a passin' those ****** one time at atime

Upon my word, begin...
This sprang from a 1991 discussion about the world wide web, in which Terrence McKenna  Ruper Sheldrake began to imagine the world we live in post Y2K and  9-11 and 420 and Prop 64, where are you
Robert G Page Jan 2014
by
rgpage

man has a desire for eternal life; a life in length compared to that
of the stars in the sky, forever lasting. not a lonely vigil as the stars
with their solemn silent watch in the dark void of space, but a life filled
with earthly human pleasures. the pleasures of the soft silk like touch of
a woman's flesh, and a faint whisper of ecstasy in an unguarded moment of the heart. if eternal bliss cannot be granted then let death overtake at the moment of ******…
Knit Personality Aug 2015
I have here a soda I want you to try,
And if you don't try it you're going to die!
    The magic blue potion is certain to please:
This fizziest soda is 30 degrees,
And will be forever, yet never will freeze.
Pop off the cap, it will sit there forever,
Retaining its freshness for ever and ever.
Forever will wait this elixir for you,—
This perfect imitation of blue Mountain Dew.
     A sip for eternity's all that you need
To be from mortality severed and freed,—
To forever be free to savor the flavor
Of Dew, (a heaven for the Mountain Dew craver!)
But since I desire to be a good model
Of courtesy, always I offer the bottle.
     So, go on and try it, and see, if you will,
How long is forever.  Be careful.  Don't spill.

O.O
There was a tiny tea light somewhat hid and tucked away
Was lost; To be forgotten in dark corners of my brain
The other day you called me breathing into it new life
A weak and dying flame now once again stood strong and bright

Tried quelling it with reason; Doused with plenty rationale
No matter what I threw at it would not leave or dispel
Use thoughts as tools or weapons; They are thrown out by the mind
Attempting to slice through the bonds to flame the heart did bind

But no where in my cognition is something quite that tough
In any way could **** that flame or from these bonds be cut
This statement even would be true the weakest of its days
But as I'm talking to you with each word you fan the flame

Was living out a lie and yet was unbeknownst to me
I thought my love for you could die if left and just let be
However, now I know too well this lasting present truth
My eyes saw you and ever since, I've been in love with you
Written: October 23, 2018

All rights reserved.
[Iambic Heptameter format]
mannley collins Aug 2014
It was but was not god nor  goddess.
It was but was not deva nor devi.
It was but was not angel nor demon.
It was but was not metaphysical being of any kind.
It was but had not any name nor could it be named.
It was but had not any  face nor likeness.
It was but had not any body or corporeal state.
It was but had not any form nor lack of form.
It was but not incarnate nor disincarnate.
It was but was not existent nor non-existent.
It was but could be described in words in any way.
It was but had not depth nor height nor breadth nor volume.
It was  but could not be measured in any way.
It was but had not materiality of any kind.
It was but had not immateriality of any kind.
It was but had not space nor lack  of space.
It was but had not direction nor lack  of direction.
It was but had not nothingness.
It was  but had not somethingness.
It was but had not anythingness.
It was but had not beingness.
It was but not Isness or non-Isness.
It was but had not light nor dark.
It was but had not wetness nor dryness.
It was but was not nowhere.
It was but was not nowhere.
It was but was not somewhere.
It was but was not anywhere.
It was and then It manifested the nature of Its essence
and became the universe and all that was in the universe.
All that was incarnate and disincarnate.
All that was physical and metaphysical.
All that was existent and non-existent.
And still It was.
It manifested Itself in ignorance of Its own nature as the Isness of the Universe,
in order to participate in the existence It had created from Its own essence,on an equal and fair level with humanity.
It gave of its own essence by putting a small piece of its own essence--the individual Isness-which is equal and autonomous and individual and independent--into all human bodies,both female and male,at conception.
And It made humans ignorant of their nature--the  individual Isness--
as It  made itself ignorant of Its own nature.
And then It set humans and Itself the Riddle of the Existence
that had come from Its manifestation of its nature as the universe and all that was in it.
It posed these three questions to humanity and to Itself.
1--Who am I?.
2--Why am I here?.
3--When I knowhow I am then what is my purpose?.
Who am I?.
Like all humans,and for the sake of fairness,
It manifested Itself  into ignorance of its own nature also.
The Isness of the Universe set humans the task of realising their own nature--which is the individual Isness--as an equal individual autonomous and independent part of the essence of the Isness of the Universe,so that they could then show the Isness of the Universe Its own essence and then share existence together.
The principle governing Its action in creating the universe and all it contains, especially humanity,was that before you can reach the heights of existence you must go through the depths of existence.
Why am I here?.
Obviously I am here to answer the first question.
After answering the first question --which can only be done existentially and not intellectually--
there would then be the third question to be answered.
The answer to the first question lies in regaining your existential nature--the individual Isness--as a small but equal,independent, individual,nameless,formless,genderless and non-physical Isness formed from the Isness of the Universe which is free from Mind and Conditioned Identity.
The answer  does  NOT lie in amassing the false knowledge of all "religions" and "political systems  that the Mind and Conditioned Identity have created in order to mislead the individual Isness from realising ,existentially,its true nature.
The Isness of the Universe  did not want a world of maniputed puppets,as the Mind/Conditioned Identity,does but in order to achieve fairness in solving the Riddle of Existence,it gave humanity these attributes and the ability to live out their opposites.
Freedom of Will.
Freedom of Choice.
Freedom of speech.
Freedom of Truthfulness.
Freedom of Association.
Freedom of  Debate.
Freedom from Violence.
Agreement to Disagree.


www.beyondenlightenment.co.uk
RBWhite Aug 2018
Will I make you see?
Will you belong to me?
Rest in my embrace,
Feel my need for change,
And I'll be your only place...
Where you'll rest in sleep,
When you come to me,
I'll be whatever you need,
I'll be the fall, catching you from the depths of despair,It won't matter, for whatever it takes,
I'll be there,
I'll be the sadness,the kiss in your tears, mending every fear,
Is my promise to make,
I'll be there,
In the light and the dark,
The warrior of your love, creating truth with my sword,
And I swear, you'll be okay,
Because I'll be there.
Originally written to be a song...
Lunar Dec 2016
Isn't it scary yet beautiful to know
How something temporary
Can make you feel so eternal?

Like the day before it turns to night
Or just before the moon leaves
And makes way for the sunlight,

When the sea kisses your skin
To only recede but you will
Open your arms again to let it in,

People, not just leaves, fall
And drop on their knees
To yearn for spring's returning call,

And from the time I loved you,
Up till now I love you,
And for who knows how long, I will love you.
"Make it the longest temporary you can." One of the most powerful and best lines I have ever read, as said by my friend Zainab, 2016.

Such an intriguing oxymoron that got me thinking about everything and everyone, especially you, wjh.
Secret-Author Mar 2016
I cannot move
I cannot be
Sailing alone
On this sea
Towards who knows
Or who can say
Oh so lonely
Like every day
"Can I see you yesterday?"
Kisses fall like painter's snow
On oil laced canvases of grey
On brillant blue.
"Can I see you a week ago?"
Lips on lips and breath on breath
Sunlight picks up the autumn glow
On satin skin.
"Can I see you a month before?"
Hands entwine in summer blaze
Tingling sweat trickles slow
On breast pressed
"A year, can I see you a year past?"
Springing florals dense damp earth
Neck stretched filled with scent
On nibbled kiss
Brown eyes to brown eyes
Time on time
Tell me you're mine
"I'm yours."
My usual question, "when can I see you again?" I rephrased, "when do you want to see me again?"
RBWhite Aug 2018
We could let that sail ship,
Away from present and future,
To the ends of doom,
And into every beginning my life would end,
Yours will always remain,
My lovely soul, search for me,
As I will for you,
It's just one forever of many,
Become a temple where my mind sleeps,
As you know,the knowledge of you I value greatly,
No goodbyes, but it still hurts,
Let me miss you,let me cry,
My lovely soul, I'll die forever,for the memory of you is a blessing,
The wounds in my flesh and bones are fatal,
A feather could worsen my state,
Don't you care about them,
An angered warrior is what I am,
Violence is a law, impossible not to accomplish,
And when I get what I give,is natural,
As the heavy breathing leaving my weak lungs,
Don't you ever mind about someone that takes souls for freedom,
But have present that I will protect you,
Lying,deceiving and bleeding is a pleasure,
When it comes to you, my lovely soul,
I hear your cries and tears blend with blood,
I said what you have to do,
But you don't listen,
**** me then,with tears and mourning words,
All those arrows and sword wounds are useless,
For the power of your love under me,will end my life,
The power of your faith for me,
How many times have I asked you why you feel for me?
And why you say "A saviour is what I am
Peace is the law, to take and give life is what I do,
Love, Passion and Faith is all I know
My lovely warrior, leave your soul with me,for I'll forever take care of who you are"
A hero of many is not what you are,
I've arrived to my home,to the end,
End I wanted for so many suns and moons,
We could let us be together,
Over lifetimes,
Over seas and sands,
Over storms and tranquil clouds,
Over war and love,
In your name,I rest.
DivineDao Nov 2016
Yin*Yang
=
Perpetuum Mobile
Dialectical Complementary
Opposites *Eternaly Entwined
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A Full Definition of Dialectics
1
:  logic 1a(1)
2
a :  discussion and reasoning by dialogue as a method of intellectual investigation; specifically :  the Socratic techniques of exposing false beliefs and eliciting truth
b :  the Platonic investigation of the eternal ideas
3
:  the logic of fallacy
4
a :  the Hegelian process of change in which a concept or its realization passes over into and is preserved and fulfilled by its opposite; also :  the critical investigation of this process
b (1) usually plural but singular or plural in construction :  development through the stages of thesis, antithesis, and synthesis in accordance with the laws of dialectical materialism (2) :  the investigation of this process (3) :  the theoretical application of this process especially in the social sciences
5
usually plural but singular or plural in construction
a :  any systematic reasoning, exposition, or argument that juxtaposes opposed or contradictory ideas and usually seeks to resolve their conflict
b :  an intellectual exchange of ideas
6
:  the dialectical tension or opposition between two interacting forces or elements
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MT Jun 2017
I know I messed up in the past, but I can be strong
I know I’m broken but know you’ve been fixing me all along
You picked up my pieces and glued them back together
We just lost a few pieces, but we can find them through gloomy weather
All the time I wish that you were here or I was there
And as long as this true love is something that we share
I will love you till eternity even through the despair
Because all this pain and hurt you have is something I can bare
You see, Eres mi eterno amor is what we always say
Because even through the bad times you know I’m here to stay
Because we always have this hurt and we always have this pain
But you can’t have a rainbow if you don’t have a little rain
Because even though we bring out the stress in each other
We also bring out the best like no other
Enjoy! Share, follow, and heart pleeeeeeaaaasssse!!!!
Flame Jun 29
You have done so much to hurt me
I have made lists
And yet it doesn’t matter,
I still love you

They say love is the most powerful thing on earth
Now I know,
They’re right
Leal Knowone Feb 2015
the mirror of the soul is broken,
spilling out a river forever flowing,
as eternal agony soaks in ,
I can't control were the gears are going.
Is my valued machine broken?
Can it be repaired by you ?
Can it be rust free again, in a world were all is painted blue?                                                       Who would have thought the igniter,
would become the cause of the stole?
Causing us to be fighters
but when does it all get old?

LOOKING GLASS

Broken mirrors, this floors so cold and wet.
All is shattered and ripped apart.
Look into the mirror don't forget.
Look to find a slow beating heart.

Cold yet beating it isn't dead!

LOOKING GLASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

7 years bad luck roll over.
A black cat that was once loved,
now has gone over the shoulder.
Question this the loved.

LOOKING GLASS

It all changes and circles,
like the gears to the machine,
watched over by it workers,
but there's piercing laser beams.

Forever grow, river flow, broken souls, sanity goes, the lost soul different highs, different lows,different eyes, visions unknown.

LOOKING GLASS, LOOKING IN
LOOKING GLASS, LOOKING IN

Never know, true control, societies soul, vanity goes, the lost notes
different thoughts, indifference lost, so its fine, vision unknown.

LOOKING GLASS, LOOKING IN
LOOKING GLASS, LOOKING IN

Did you break the mirror too?
Will it bring about misfortune,
our colorful different hues ?
When did this destruction begin?
Rivers flow into the ocean.
The water construct and destroy.
Beginning of the end, beginning again.
The mirror of the soul is broken.
SPILLING, KILLING
looking glass, LOOKING IN

The mirror of the soul is broken.
Spilling out a river ever flowing.
I'm letting it all soak in.
Is this vile machine broken?

looking glass, LOOKING GLASS, looking glass, LOOKING GLASS!!!!!!!!!!!
The blackened mirror can still see into you
Castle Of Sin
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