He wept silently; hyperventilating. As he used his last straw. ”This will take every once of strength not to go against the order” he said. The swift plan was to strike in a flash. Thus, kill her softly. In return, he never acknowledged nor understood how one individual can possibly possess such magnitude of evil. Timothy has gone through profound transition in such small duration of time in order to prove himself. Almost, to the point of loosing himself to the monster that resided within his inner deepest part of his soul, that he knew was their since his childhood years. “How malevolent,” he said to himself as he gotten close to slitting her throat. Suddenly, he was reminded of his beloved grandmother from the tremendous pure sadistic cruelty he possesses and adheres to, that couldn’t go unnoticed. Which contradicted everything he knew of her. “What a beautiful soul” he said thinking to himself. He remembered what she had said to him, “you’re cut out of a different fabric kiddo. Therefore, you should maintain goodness at all times and always try to be the bigger man.” Suddenly, he stopped the blade one inch away from her neck and abruptly threw away his sword. Then the sword fell down on the floor creating a metallic sound that reverberated in the room scaring the corporate swine of a woman. Timothy angered by his actions. Hence, yelled out! “I am sick and tired of these motherfucking snakes, on this motherfucking plane.” The end.

If I had a word to describe every good or bad experience I would.

If I had a word to describe every passion I have I would.

If I had a word to describe all of my troubles to you... I would.

If I had a word at my disposal to describe all of my relationships of influx I would.

If I have a word to describe all of my feelings to you, and them... I would.

If I have a word to describe all of my interactions with people in a heart beat I would.

If I had a word to describe the utter emptiness I feel so deeply that reside near my chakra of the vacuumiss void I would.

If I had a word to describe all the laughter I would most certainly do with one utter.

Why am I writing this? Is it for fun? Or for exposure? Or is it to blow off steam?

I guess we’ll never know!

The real question here is... where does inspiration come from? By whom might that be? Or by what?

Whether it is OK of a poem, alright, or good.

Surly, I have been inspired.

Thinking to myself... “I ought to get myself out... I’m Living the same pattern to date for years on enddd.... RIDICULOUS!

They sit and smoke without a brief thought in mind out of the bubble.... Accustomed to complacency. Why am I being such a hypocrite?

7 blunts in... I wonder if years from now I’d be different?

How in the world is my world this SMALL?

look at these fools on ON TV making millions.

“How was I so blind? but now I see.” Did I just quote the movie “Limitless”?

I must be high like the stars in the sky’s... wait, or as low as them... since the direction of true north could be south... or east or even WEST! How the fuck could I know! that’s it... last blunt. I promise. Man, the shit got me paranoid. Such unfulfilling sensation.” As I looked around at my peers judging each one. “These ass-holes... they haven’t seen the last of me... you just wait I’ll show em… hindering my success.”

Angels, Angels I cry. Can be Angel or the devils in disguise. I hear of salvation but I see mutilation of Contnuities. The same world that concieves innocence, molds resilient demagogues of pestilence. The same herdsman that were meant to steer in the favor of man steers the staff of devils. Metaphysical lineage ascends to annoited hornheads; exacerbates in succession. Killing upon killing. The masses get shards of truth. Puppets for devils on the pulpits. The art of persuasion ingrained so profoundly in the bracket of crul ploys for self-interest at the expense of the needy. Produced the “smart consumer” spineless jellyfish interest of folly; what an outcome. Polluted minds; devils in disguise, I tell ya. Markets of gluttony. Demons of seduction and lustfull eyes. The corrupted steadfast in their corruption while preying on the intelligent rectifier. Societies of a blind eye lacking depth perception; one eye like a bulging grape. Promiscuous in all fares like devils. However, deceptively they give off fragrance of musk. Devils in disguise, I Tell ya. The swift knows no bounds. Smiling with hidden faces of melancholy. Grasping state of the art tech;“likes,” For temporary contentment. Enticements by illusions. Whilst, realities of depraved ones with bellies protruding that of the rich. Controlled by curses of their own making. The perfect ingredient to give a blind eye on a pyramid that of a shit storm. Malevolent at best. Devils in disguise, I tell ya.

Lastly, it can be a moral value, or something as convoluted as such. I.e. something being uttered orally; verbal spoken truths that can be implemented through actions are out there. Yet, they are the most difficult to notice. Which is why they are given and not arbitrarily created via experiance. I don’t blame nihilists or relativists. Not at all! Since, ancient knowledge is not taught in prevalence these days. Besides, it is uncommen to equip basic ancient knowledge to begin to penetrate through the layers of deception. Which indubitably manifested from human desires that stagnats ones ability to see things as they are. In consequence to all of the lawlessness that is prevalent in modernity like LGBTQ. People fall for anything when many false ideas are out there. It’s hard for relativists, they’ve been deceived. They can’t grasp an objective moral value that requires practice for self-improvement. Since it requires resistance and happens to be quite uncomfortable. Let alone a higher being that descends morality with infinite wisdom. That is outside of space and time not bound by the laws of physics, an initiator at best, ultimately, whom measured all things and set things into motion. Thus, negating infinite regression theory, which is logically impossible to fathom, that of the likes of a circled square. Despite the narrative, the “many” stubborn on logical evidence excusing it with falsity to its authenticity. Why believe it if you can’t see it, right? Empirical evidence is a double-edged sword, but has definitely progressed humanity in many materialisms. Yet, it has blinded the “many,” making the majority self-reliant on reflected light only, hens dumbed down the populations spiritually. Well, for the sake of argument, one can say we can’t see the microwave background radiation with the naked eye. It is that easy! One can use their own findings against them to refute their hypocrisy, because only with a scientific instrument the (MBR) is detected. Prior to that, scientists had no idea that it’s even 13.6 billion light years away. Same goes for the heavenly night skies of the Milkyway galaxy. One would not be able to see it in a city like Chicago or LA because of all of the light brightness that blocks oncoming light waves. One must use a telescope, or even travel outside of the city areas to a remote place, that is dark enough for the naked eye to visibly uncloud the beauty of our cloudy colorful galaxy. That happens to be on a course swimming in a vacuum.

Pg. 3

As I sit and wait in the mist of an oncoming dystopia

I inhale the wildest molecules of unrest

Cyberpunk is no longer a thing of tales or fiction

A new dawn at will

A new era

An epoch of dark clouds

Catching anxious waives of pessimism

Twigs of realism that possess great ocean depth

Hegemony

Vile Oppressive cinder blocks of legislation Tyrannical officials

Arbitrary monarch laws that sway the masses

Alloyed metal demagogues appealing to emotion

Tin can at best. Yet, detached from all the emotions

The many infused with nano, bidding of AI

How hard can it be to rule with an iron fist

These choices were decisions of men

Lawless, unholy, godless

Rocket men for crypto currency

Now the utopia is that of the soulless conscious imposter

That hears and sees all men with one eye

Globalized

The fall of it will terraform men destitute to the middle ages

I seek asylum

Whilst calling for mayhem

I plead for refuge

It speaks in horror

Let me be

I’ll embrace solitude

It thrives on weak and strong alike

It consumes like a consumer

Without brain like a tumor

I urge be strong be strong

It’s minute like a poison

Creeping in every shadow

To catch the young and mold the old

That is certainly shadows of a thousandfold.