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"omniversal" poems
The mirrors whisper secrets Little tidbits of advice Reflections of a washed up zealot Being optimistic to pull me from this ever-clenching vice Torn, tattered, broken, battered Claimed exaggeration from these hushed murmurs Self destruction evident, nothing really matters Tugging on my mind; the zealot’s cheery sermons “Happiness is key And the key is universal...” But no one ever thinks to be Something ultimately omniversal A tool to be used constantly for general amusement A tool to be ignored when no longer needed A tool to be picked for sadistic abusement A tool to be deluded, guilted, always twisting to the greeded And like the calm before the inevitable storm The tool dances to the tunes the varied user creates Suicidal pursuit nightly, heart never warmed or warned Staring back at the zealot is me; whispering dogmatic secrets of self-hatred.
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
Mirrors
I'm the unholiest of nights I am nocturnal antichrists I am the intifada phantom Blacking out the Israelites I am the netherworld Rohingya   To Gautama's paradise I can indulge in my salvation For a fraction of the price I am the spice of life aboard Malagasy pirate ships I am the pyramids of greed Built atop the cracks of whips I get on nerves of your Nirvana I'm the burning Book of Mormon I'm a hundred years of war And famine, plagues and locusts swarmin' I am 47 ronin   To the Hiroshima priest As they Shinto Harakiri I am rising in the east I am the fracture in the caste Of the Brahmin’s brittle bones I am the wrath of jealous deities On Mount Olympus thrones I'm the cult of personality The Satan's circle level I'm the hammer and the sickle I'm the patron saint of rebel I'm the heathen Eden extremist The radical depiction Of Muhammad's severed head Adorned in crowns of crucifixion I'm the Xenu Voodoo Guru I'm the omniversal cosmic view   The lord of space and time And now my thetan horde awakens you From sins of your mortality I know them all too well You place your faith in heaven But I make mine here in hell
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 3:04 AM UTC
Hymn of the Heretic
I see the eyes of Heaven Pages in a book eternal Open and free Infinite possibility Dreams are ascending Happiness is never-ending Divine and supreme I am the very best of me Heaven in the heart Heaven in the sky Beneath a perfect paradise Living in our perfect lives Holy Spirit within Holy Spirit in all Love is all encompassing Heaven is manifesting Happiness for all True love in my heart Life in light and wisdom Heaven's perfect vision Paradise for all Heaven's many planes Omniversal paradise Extending through time and space I open up my eyes Begin to truly see Heaven in my heart Manifesting in front of me To the highest skies Flying through the night Each day a perfect love Universe of light I open up my heart And I see the truth Heaven right in front of me God reveals His qualities Heaven in your eyes Beyond time and space Love within my heart An eternal embrace Heaven in your eyes Beyond time and space Love within my heart An eternal embrace
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
Heaven
Thank you for being For when I am not myself You are seeing still Moon is heavy yet We refuse to make it burden Let this amplify the mana For our absurd siblings How I feel their orbital breath Channeling through my essence now Let this trance bless the counsel Imparted by frequency Where particles partake In life’s tickling mystery so fickle It mimics then trickles its way into The facets of my heart Each petal’s flesh-like sinew Tests metal mandala I see in you As in me Starts stretching in life’s furnace An unfolding silent scarlet mystery Etches in then lights ablaze Fetch mine eye from the labyrinth haze Of what has come before What has gnawed Clawed my poor ego torn As a thorn borne to bleed So you may see life’s inflictions That peel my skin bare And what orange poison lies therein Then speaking your truth A leech succulently healing Cleansing what may have been Stealing my life energy Through the fragile synergy of our senses A tactile tight rope we have taken To balance the stakes of gender My beautiful sister I see the scars Where that labic contusion reveals The tapestry of the stars within your soul Between four corners I, crowned coroner of what was Witness what lies beneath One constellation I marvel at a time; A kaleidoscopic offering Chiming omniversal mind With each galactic sermon Characters carved humbler As the vesicular rumble Stirs in chamber We raise it To the highest place where We have become untouchable Let us stay here a while Breathing
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
Untouchable
Thank you for being For when I am not myself You are seeing still Moon is heavy yet We refuse to make it burden Let this amplify the mana For our absurd siblings How I feel their orbital breath Channeling through my essence now Let this trance bless the counsel Imparted by frequency Where particles partake In life’s tickling mystery so fickle It mimics then trickles its way into The facets of my heart Each petal’s flesh-like sinew Tests metal mandala I see in you As in me Starts stretching in life’s furnace An unfolding silent scarlet mystery Etches in then lights ablaze Fetch mine eye from the labyrinth haze Of what has come before What has gnawed Clawed my poor ego torn As a thorn borne to bleed So you may see life’s inflictions That peel my skin bare And what orange poison lies therein Then speaking your truth A leech succulently healing Cleansing what may have been Stealing my life energy Through the fragile synergy of our senses A tactile tight rope we have taken To balance the stakes of gender My beautiful sister I see the scars Where that labic contusion reveals The tapestry of the stars within your soul Between four corners I, crowned coroner of what was Witness what lies beneath One constellation I marvel at a time; A kaleidoscopic offering Chiming omniversal mind With each galactic sermon Characters carved humbler As the vesicular rumble Stirs in chamber We raise it To the highest place where We have become untouchable Let us stay here a while Breathing
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The anti-social socialist Rebelling in my cavernous Passive aggressive pessimistic Bottomless abysmal bliss An optimist illusionist As broken as a communistic Idealistic nihilist Persistent in my will to power All these people coexist The movement moves at zero hour Time is of the essences And fruits of labor, rather sour When the truth can be dismissed For stories far more humanist So I include some sudden twists And spin it like a columnist Then spit it like a Bolshevik To kick this ***** like old dog tricks I’m king of the empiricist Globe-trottin’ like a colonist Until I conquer all of this My omniversal alias Shall be the metaphysicist
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
The Which? Doctor