Longed, Pained, Suffered

This is the unsung strength, nayed!

Secondly, produce an insatiable breath, yay!

Locking ears with that personal intricate, bayed!

Alas! Drowned was their song, shall you sing?

Destined, Waited, Maimed

Laughter shall revel in the daily tested; for they need Be!

Poed, may you bear this symboled Rock; girding lines of snuffed Rain!

Satisfied, will you be when the Madded risen; lifting wained eyes—Forged!

Will the way I ordain such pathed written lore, cause such an uproar?

Denial will be of their lacked praise; Sullied, Foiled, will be their decry!

Arisen, was of the wasted sound, blurred they are; incubated tune,—Stringed!

Alas, discovered discoverer shimmered did this reflection Shine; O, how She shone!

Lasted, Fated, Waned

Founded was of the New, Tossed is their Renew!

A solemn tune is played, a praised is seen; amidst this vested sea, does the class beckon strife over right?

For the fooled trimmed hedged reveals only the skeletal marrowed taste, begging to dine;

As to have their stomached fear become what reflects their fooled leaved cut!

Must you be the idolized cause of common evils—Permeated!

Although I sustained the Ruffled toss, none will bear Her immense adorned scent,—Fermented!

She, like that sudden demand, gathered support among the lost in principle—Bested!

None will run, None will walk, None will crawl; O, we must Fall!

If you thought the best, formed, permed, will reject Her; you only encase the undying light in its home;—Dark!

You, wilded bunch, scowled few, arise from your tombs! Her tears halved our lives; Declare this awaited Prize!

Honoring past ventures, whose pain left us in a state of constant gain.—Sacked!

Her awaited sight is desperate for an eared scent; following that whispered Dane! O, that great Dane!

Barked they will, as their face leaves only a scowled breath; Madded, also, will they seem in front of many failed

Seeking the proned defense mechanism, Inferior is the Hayed!

Foes shall await Her feebled mold, vultured shrieks detesting such graved Tone.—Blazed!

Her molded chilled view, burning all of these failed crew; unto a sight where the deaf dance towards

Lingering of a burn cigared raze, lasting throughout this eternal fate!

Look!

Ahead?

DEATH!

Following Her massed few, do the accounts sing of such incanted purview; refracting such spirited tunes, blasting toward those Barked Crew!

I, stand on her edge, awaiting the Psyched Push; sweating the bled tear,—Neared End!

Aghast! Will be there toned feud, cutting, trimming, and seeking the Madded boned few!

Thus, She will stand and how she will grand, all those who have scoured for just a rung hear.

Silently clarifying upon loose ears, lacked is of there hear! Must, then, you see Her Here?

Nay! The few will arise again

Yay! Shall they cheer, that gained victor

Bayed! Her lasting cry, among such shored cores.

Biten Spite! Delight? I say, Fight!

Following there traveled blight, would they then taste this suffered strife?

Or, must they stubble their toed might against the thumbed!

Pressed, were they, now they only relay;

as the redded sea parted, masses enshrined its model.

Now, they seek underdeveloped senses contrasting Her gleaned Light!

O, how the raged mass have little in view;—Blinded!

So go along and plan, deceive, perceive, act;

For the gained fool now reaps of your failed sow.

Mustard was thine growth, from such, then, belittled!

No longer will worded doctrines, Restrain,

No longer shall act versed, Contain;

No! I acted, worded, alternated, all thoughts, mangled even bones, as to sigh, wondered hate—Sustain!

Alas! "Forward unto dawn," they will Be; Acting, Writing, Sparking new lawed rights;

Leaving the now; Wronged!

For He endowed time to be this predicted Life! He, then stood Aloud, by its tempered fuel!

Finally, the Needled Hay could transfer this Camel unto His ended Gaze;

Though, the fallen now have risen; Shouted, thus his endured Phrase!

Thereby, the risen have sought less and have become this ingrained wish,—Withered.

His Verse became Her Song! Her Sunged Voice, His Woven Soul!

Solemn lays the cross, begging its soles Pierced!

Wonder away the pain executed, moreover—Revered!

I look to the ideal concept of building, its material sandy, foundation rocky.—Persevere!

Love the pasted glory of this pointed edge, so slowly does it cut, its blood oozing.

May your view of me change eternally, as I have made my sights grazed!

Bullets ricochet of plastered walled folk, leasing its rounds for the Octagon of Fate!

I say the madness enshrining this earth will not contend with those whom strives toward that unearthly Fiend!

They will look to the skies for hope and wonder but all that their, scared, fearful, deathly soul will receive is of the dull in spirit,—Defend!

Fools, must you then attack so flimsily, as a childhood tantrum ran past its due; Behold the Modern Human—Man-Child!

Understand thy selfish boundaries, collect your debts, and scatter your remains; as the child will reject none while the adult All—Return Alone!

I satisfy All those who come across me, does this mean anything? Only of the Maddening of Spirit will save our Childishly Immaturity from trained Fools—Ready to Stone!

I respond to the inept, Follow your Herd Master, lick His remains and smile in His Grace!

While those who surpass me in Madness, I become a humbled servant in Her sight; delighting in Her ethereal Face!

Behold, then, the Future Man—Childish-Man!

Abstract;

Will for the People;

We have allowed the beauty of nature to become lesser than usual, as to assert the goodness or wretchedness of man in the context that pursuing the faith within us translate to a distaste in the humane touch of God in itself; that is also to say that by being separate from the material is to, then, achieve the "spiritual," thus, growing consumed by the idealism provided for the simple against the complex in mind, in relative care to life. The intention lays at the base of thought, as to satisfy taste that one should grow from the confusion that religion propels as the "way to truth and life;" otherwise would human nature be a calling unto the depths? It is interesting to find within the lack of Human founding that the works conducted in goodwill, could not be compared to the faith one determines without "good" intent; as "God became Man so Man desire God." So then should the People realize that their systemic belief embraces the similar lack sought against within ourselves? Those who strive? Rise above standard? Perhaps it may be the simple result of the individual assuming ownership over terms agreed in concordance within a community, to understand human suffering, forwardly as to expose the lowest ends in one's Being.

That when the rights of an individual become recognized and taken into account, this internal knowing for those who desire to gain everything must also retain the similar nothingness experienced by the dead; just as, similarly, those who declare position from election leave only a shell of "performing their duties." Therefore, seeking beyond the veil approached as a result assists in becoming knowing of the sorrow in which is encountered so to bring about a movement, a revolution, that extends beyond political ambiguity comes to a renewal that proclaims the suffering of One to be for All; should the building toward the higher good of One shall be for All.

For all creation rests on the continual usage of seeing that what exists beyond the walls, crafted for our security, maybe then it become met by Love; hence the desire to then describe the depth of love, be this visual or tactful. I write to enable a personal shift to unveil itself upon thyself whenever the moment arises to attain the most cherished version of You, that is selfishness righteous. Though would the move toward a selfish motive remain? As the life made realized, as water occupies, trickles toward inactivity, flowers amidst the vast indifference that others treat us with, daily; this is expressed upon strangers or, dare we say, loved ones. So then what shall we act upon or within as to then march onwards unto a place where love displayed could be held and, with due faith, become a feel unrelenting. Humans are the most complex beings that are conceived of and to say that we remain in the now, as to forget yesterday or the morrow, is but a mere recognition that is shared with the beasts; being remnants of instinctual passions that resides as Lust withheld.

The means of observing the way in which we travel toward the nearest store when lost in our own lack; as to reach out to the world and gain. This pursuit of Love is a means to identify that which is yourself in the reflection of the mirror of illusion; shall this be as algebra where the equation is true always and the variants, being whatever, needs are, thusly constituted. Therefore, in pursuing the ultimate goal of Love Plus, remains on your Soul seeking the passion set forthrightly beforehand, as prescribed by our forefathers; as to continually restore within You the desire in which fire cannot quench nor any water linger as suppressed, hence be this the Hawaiian Will.

The Fallacy of Life and Death; Faith, Deserved, They!;

How do we come to a consensus wherein, the mass may contend with such minimal heights—as to find giants, its Titaned Uncertainty!—for their shoulders now burdened; will unveil the fullness weighing in these pained lifting. In this respect, life, being the fullness, enumerates, make counting of various circumstance(s); where the defining cause of life rests on itself being of the "Truth." Birthed of various limelights—it must, for this is the painted kaleidoscope!—lingers as but a phased passing of potential gain, addressed, confessed, redressed as the hailed epitome of the lacking mistake; eeled is of the slid view, shocking be their own bitten reaction.

As to this assertion, proclaimed, I will point anything but toward this objectified Truth, due to the matter of duality existing and contrasting; what then, makes of death? Must it entail, sanctify not only of the wisdom it harnessed, magnified by its glow, but also find its laughing aches; shrouded by the lavished dualism, its screamed horrid image, existing and contrasting. Meager consolation, empathic apathy, emptied apotheosis lays as this hallmarked life we so desperately hail as truth, namely, consider its opposing lover—death—as the lie, automatically.

Following from this rant, the view presented is of the comparative, opposing of both life and death, thereby making them "two sides of the same coin." Although when we assert this motive the validity or truth, is lessened, damp, dulled due to the actions taken in life; as to produce deathly ventures—vice versa would also be the matter whence considering that too, firstly, believe in death; they must, secondly, accept life.

Repeating the enforced virtue to then find strength in this ordeal must then accept a loss as their endured weakness! Forwardly, the matter of confiding the lacking puzzle reveals the endured modeling faced with such tragedy; how could death sustain life, if solace is found in life? Renounce then of the entrenched in faith and complete yourself to an extent, wherein by the masses create such an image emasculating grand visuals of sparsed, veined, retained moments of both coming unto It—Thy, BeSelf!

Rejoined Souls of the past, memoired, humble Self, for they sustained much more plastered wonder then we had; a loss is a prize, awaited sights be their trained rich reward!—Confused? Be this the guided intuition into humbled recognitions of solidarity with Death never satisfying Life and Life never loving Death; We act as this insecure stoned virtue taking reigns of our sighted voiced opinions! Leaving to the strong-willed to convince themselves lesser.—Standards enforced is the retaliated faith lacking suitable oppositions, enough realism, as to improve upon this divulged, diverted faithed I. This resembling the capacity of the Ancients to live amongst each other with due diligence, as per the usage of communal efforts and enforcement (Kapu system integrating the Social Classes). Thus, discerning the facing view of death and accepting help from the nearest neighbor, to the furthest sea-forger; creating trust among the childish Keiki, to the most eldered Kupunas.

Life and Death are more than the coin; Thyself be the giver to this grand Coined!

Shotputted into Existence;

From the moment of conception, our way of life is made created by the endeavors of the Self in relative care toward the environmental obstruction available; this either for better or ill. How should people flail their baby arms in light of their beholder, should fright fill over? Shall security be found on the touch? Perhaps by measures of incredible feat should the flailing of arms and tears of unknowing fill our curious ape-like lusts for power, moreover love. This genuine nature founded within the might of childish means expresses entirely newly discovered pathways, albeit this causing a message of unintelligible desires forwarding a reprisal of childish discoveries, as this would serve in development overall. Understanding as a child meant that playing various types of games as to ascertain a sense of grip upon reality, gave way toward the knowledge of the real; thus spoke the Great Zarathustra "You have evolved from worm to man, but much within you is still worm. Once you were apes, yet even now man is more of an ape than any of the apes(1885)."

This metric of success for the early childhood comes little in comparison to the Modern Man and how through this integration has the struggle for identity to be a, what Trotsky would put, "Permanent Revolution" as the case unveils; this being the benefactor of those who strove to review the internal gaze of baby-like tendencies as such. What would these tendencies include, one should ask? Well, with a close examination of childhood experiences we can see that children create games as a means to incorporate the loose venturing into a cohesive and complex structure of games containing consequence (or cost). Prized virtues are one of many outputted towards the common cause to include the idealisms within youthful bliss, yet seeks to retain the realism found by personal perceptions of Self.

Children are the founding principle for all civilizations and the cultivation, not catering, of these born-complex organisms should be seen from a viewpoint acknowledging the importance resting upon all mechanisms a child acts out and an Adult finds to suppress; as this appears easily or through coercion. To truly come to terms over the way we express as adults versus children are simply summarized as "Play is the work of childhood (Jean Piaget)," disregarding not the intelligence, as this plays a vital role itself, rather observing the interconnectedness caused by operational usage; this serving the intelligent and emotionalism of the child and adult.

This entailing the Child of the Hawaiian Mythos, of the Mother-Goddess Haumea; who gave birth to many children via incestuous relations, though the significance in this Myth appears as the means of awaiting the ripen material necessity. As her story is played as gifting towards Man, she shaped enchanted trees and allowed fish to grow, like fruits, and be picked as it falls; as to then have the impatient humans shake the tree and grab beforehand, thereby leading a curse of having them catch them from the sea, continuously. The Ancients in this formality combined the efforted attitude of the Divined and applied this Mythos, among others, to the detailing of Child development and the assistance of the Elders to guide their impaired visual aloofness. Thus, sustaining the Willed Hawaiian.

Act I; Evolutionary Reality of Will:

The defining effort placed among the Polynesian population during the overall development landed several societies upon the factor of crossing such vastness, be this Oceania and Isles, presenting the innate motif; Pressed was of this introducing movement from the Vanuatu Isles, to the point where the Oceanic Migration became a powerhouse,—as that inspiring will, encouraging such branded distance! This mode of Acting was sustained, moreover, into the intricacy of Proto-Polynesian culture; as the ideal was left in a state of malleable expectations. The constant abrupt lifestyle of the Lapita culture, during the early formations of themselves, had the efforts exerted onto a specialized type of organization, one of personal ownership and renouncement; thereby, during early 1600 BCE and 500 BCE, did the social realm of the Lapita gradually flourish towards many outputs of Social, Economic, Geographical, and Ritualism.

What the Lapita Culture establish throughout these near 1000 yeared dynasty, were of the absolute fundamental approach whence considering the matter that these people were the Proto-Oceania and handed their pasted knowledge of varied technologies, structures, and lifestyle toward those who would then begin to populate the Polynesian Triangle; by measures of anthropological insights of ritualized funeraries, pottery, and of Canoe building. The earliest versions of the Polynesian Voyager, which was, arguably, the most advanced Seafaring ship to use, in instances of vast miles of ocean; was first originated from the Lapita people, who fancied to use an Outrigger Canoe, due to their accessibility, durability, and effectiveness across subtle straits.—This acting as an incentive upon an economic dispersion of natural and mammalian materials cross-isle; as the Lapita Culture stretched as far as Western Madagascar, to the extent of the Marquesas Islands.

Thus, stringing together a Pre-history toward the Hawaiian Will and whether this sort of intrusive development (environmental, social, or cultural) sustained the Modern Incursion, and the purpose of this writing, as to then induce a started inflaming of not only of the origins (From Lapita to Polynesian) but also at the linguistic evolution, from the perceived breathe to the written Ha. Therefore, I classify the Will as the internal motivation, an a priori mechanism in which installs a deserved attitude to be performed (regardless if for a mass or for the individual) in response to the conditioning of the person; furthermore, for this observation, I will generalize the population of Hawaii to the Polynesian Taxonomy, as to then come toward an observed sight of how, when, why, and what enabled not only of these prided few to venture, but to also gain insight on the deep interconnectedness with both Self and Nature.

Hitherto, in this furthered case, I will detail my approach of the Will of Travel, unto the extents of furthered cultural approval and its intense reaction (as seen in the Great Move; this being the Polynesian Migration, I call it) being of the "Selfed Will to Voyage". In this, "Self" would be defined as the incubated Will, thereby, making the Self an apparatus, tool, innovation as to have the Will be its carried fuel.

Observing the culmination of Social Order;

During the colonization of the Hawaiian isles, we see that the beginning ventures of the Marquesas people, traveling between 300 AD and 500 AD, leading toward a settled placement of these,—what I will call as the "Pre-Native",—enabling an established version of tribal order. This is toward the overall insight that the original founders of the, forming Hawaii, sighted of an endured enamoration as to then believe in this land; as the grower of their social seed. Wondered was of their eyes and delight, as the journey lasted beyond the hoped home, stringing together the epitome of the next generational gain of an insecure future.

What should be clarified is of the intentional seeking for new land, beyond the standard view of it due to geographic, intersocial, economic issues plaguing the newly formed Marquesasians; traveling forward unto the uninhabited parts of Hawaii and claiming them, in the name of their children and ancestors. Who, in right standing, were revered amidst hostile contention, due to the matter that the importance of this classification was based on the "Will for More," and this exhibiting a rare standard of a Collected Psyche as to then be integral for the Pre-Natives, as the preconditioned desire towards those who sought the ocean as more than a needed obstacle; but of a Godly necessity!

Solid was their accord, Mush is there telling!

Although, with stagnant reason, poses the thought process of a benign state, revelating around the conceived primacy of these Pre-Natives; though, this way of analysis would be distortive because of varied results coming from the aspired point of continuing to Paddle, Sail, Venture beyond those cried shores. As to place, it will be, the imagined course felt during the rituals securing the fated natives, to push towards their mythos and ensure that every adventurer fasten themselves at the base of their deep-seated philosophical ways of life (I say "ways of life," than "spoken" due to oral traditions ousting linguistic letters).

In a detailed analysis of Oral Tradition, Rawiri Taonui', underpins that the common denominator of these efforts to exude such determined vestiges is founded in the various "Migratory Traditions" that tell of; "...a continuum between creation and the present, contain[ing] the greatest mix of history and symbolism of all traditions (Page 10, Taonui')." This shortened description gives eyes toward the vast misconception of Polynesian Oral Traditions, as he further states on the historical lack of intrinsic observation of usage; "...writers misinterpreted, embellished with their own ideas or manipulated existing authentic oral traditions to make extravagant claims purporting to trace the migrations of the Polynesians through Asia, India and the Middle East (Page 11, Taonui')," and also "Other writers... made the opposite but equal mistake of assuming the migratory traditions [as] purely symbolic constructs composed for religious purposes and therefore dismissed them as devoid of historical content."

Taonui' is asserting that the means to interpret the oral stories of migration, among many others, as a trendy object to be decorated, polished, bedazzled as either a fresh account of oral development or of religious incantations dismantles the entire purpose of these traditions, obtusely; first, the prolonged oral migratory stories entail a non-origin to these tellings, as traveling with "...mythological lore about the creation, gods and culture heroes, because of their cultural, religious and philosophical importance." Secondly, the derivatives for these accounts must not be perceived as a pure accounting of events, preferably, this should be indulged as the elongated fashioning of beliefs; this being their "Will for Belief."

Now, what then makes of these Oration of beliefs, if not placed upon a platformed critique of it? The Pre-Natives, during the transition from Tribalism to a Proto-State, stored virtues of pasted glories, gods, ventures, and heroes accumulated into the future of the favored; Thusly, every migratory event acts, alongside tradition, to connect new history, demigods, gods, and even of creation. Where the moments it mattered was in times of expedition and stories such as Maui (Fisher of Islands) and Rata (Tahitian Version of Hercules) being, severely, visualized SuperMen (derived from the Ubermensch concept of Nietzsche); as to have themselves incarnate the prior, and manifest these ideal personas as the primacy enforcing such enamored ventures. Thereby, causing the Pre-Natives to cross without an internalized Fear of the Sea (Unlike the Fertile Crescent, Raid of the Sea People) and place themselves as the "Originators of Foundation."

As to predate Pre-Hawaiian colonies, the observation of oral stories tell of mangled accounts of Maui (The Fisher of Islands) being alongside the travelers, whence they saw the discovery of priorly formed Isles (New Zealand, Tuvalu, and other minute islands in the eastern Polynesian Triangle); as they used a technique of "Shadowing" which refers, in contrast to a detailed history, to the extent of, what Taonui' explains as, "...more recent and dominant arrivals marginaliz[ing] the histories and identities of early inhabitants by describing them as mystical beings, ogres, denizens or spirits. In a culture that honors the presence of ancestors, this technique recognizes former occupants while twilighting them in the mists of time."

Ventured Maui! Her Oceania, Our Land!

From this allegorical recitation of pasted cultures of Austronesian Tribal Communes, the standardization of these accumulated traditions began to transpire the Proto-State due to the matter of entrenchment among the hearts following or birthed, among the Pre-Natives. Therefore, the primal difference between the Pre and Post Native rest on the fact of institutions shaped, guarded, and ultimately, enforced; these serving as the lawed Kapu system.

Now the formality of the Kapu system is hotly debated, among modern contemporaries, as the drudged lifestyle of the Hawaiian populace; I say the opposing, as to assert that these "Biblical" type of groundings, were not only beneficial but also were paramount in the formation from Tribalism to a Proto-State. Henceforth, the means of the endured model lasted from the times of their founding (roughly around 300-500 AD) unveils, that up until the time of the Overthrow of 1893, the Kapu system kept and delegated a vast majority of social, economic, and religious laws; in which if trespassed then would be punishable by death!

Hitherto, under the examination of cultural authoritarian Proto-States, such as the ancient Indians who, then tribal, would reflect the common Stratification of social classes; as to then place them among their classes of Slaves, Class, Estate, and Caste,—furtherly, inducing a sense of rigidity to arise from the Ancients. Reflect this back at the Native Hawaiians who, in accordance with the common virtue of War (Mana), unveiled the Kapu system as a means to secure the Order, to them, God has ordained; via the use of their own stratified hierarchy of Mo'i (Kings or Regents), Ali'i (Highest Ranking War Chiefs), Kahuna (Keeper and Actor of Knowledge; however the person specializes, be this varied in form), Maka'ainana (Commoners), and the Kauwa (Outcasts).

This systemic output of a Proto-State had both the Laws, guiding them justly and of a standardized model of essential legitimacy, granted and accepted as the preferred means of Natural Governance. Thus being the Kapu and integration of Social Order among the loose in spirit (Mana).

Understanding the Hawaiian Beginnings of Ha;

Reconciling the efforts of the pasted virtuous man lays the desire to arise, staking its future on the matter of subtle expressive notations of the Collected Psyche; based upon the truths scattered amidst the varied Migrations entailing the dispersion during the, termed as, "Age of Voyage" (Lasting from 120-1250 AD). The aftermath of this Age sprang forth a destined pathway of allowing the Traditions of Old to be solidified under a new form of immersion, as to stem its culminated roots furtherly into the social fabric; used as the woven fabric as to inscribe the legal basis for its enforcement. In all, the enforcing characteristic of the State trusts that the system being leveled could sustain, moreover proclaim, legitimacy among the stratified, classed groups. In seeing the development of time given, observation of Anthropological constructions of varied symbolic Ahapua'as (Defined as a traditional socioeconomic geographic means of dividing land) detailing the earnest measures of seeking an internalization, replicating the casual medium to travel vast distances; although, clearly, it is not understood about the initiative calling outwards into the depths, willingly.

The question in which needs further analysis is of the current state of affairs embodying the broken vision once grafted priorly, now the learned aspect concerning a States ability to maintain its social order, derives, naturally, from the consequence of repetition fueling a considerable development relating to how these Ancients funnel all of their outer experience and collectivize on an underpinning connection; this being of the eternal (well at least by breathed standards) HA. Now I want to further this explanation of the latter, by introducing the concept of the "Collective Unconcious," as prescribed, by C.G. Jung (A Renown Swiss Psychoanalyst) as the "the collective unconscious—so far as we can say anything about it at all—appears to consist of mythological motifs or primordial images, for which reason the myths of all nations are its real exponents. (The Structures of the Psyche)" What Jung would proclaim by this statement of a sort of Union between the "Other," to take Jean-Paul Satre view opposite of his "The Look," would entail a stern understanding that amidst such individualized motivations of ascribing, or ordaining purposed vision lends itself unto a realism; although, ways in which must, and has, been expressed as innately surreal by various storytellings and relived attitudes.

Henceforth, toward the point wherein, an event turned the original Marquesasians unto a pathway stemming from their planned venture of a Proto-State; stunted were they when confronted with a newly emitted contrasting populace; Tahitians. Therefore, before delving into the depths of the effectual aftermath of the expansionist take-over of the original inhabitants, there must be a strong connection for not only of the Empowered but also of the Impartial in spirit; or, of an Individual Collectivity. Enduring in this aspect does the interesting fascination with motifs uplift both the Marquesasians and Tahitians to develop a similar Act, in itself; rather, than, a modern description of immersion, as to see Individualism within Collectivism surmised as merely "Cultural."

For what does the initiative remain as if the ideal version of Culture is deemed only of the Social interactions? Why not of the Inaction as well, as this plays to the part of the discovery in which gives a class to the discoverer; elating a higher ordeal to be embarked, gladly.

Now the inclusion of such an intangible population, in regards to the primary sagacity emitted to all members of the local social sphere, brings to light various issues concerning the Marquesasians and Tahitian confliction. Emasculation rests as the modern interactive stance on how the expression of such expansionism, the Tahitians, subjugating isolationism, this being the Marquesasians, and from this dichotomous insight, many within Academia scorn the efforts used while approving of the minor reflective sensory taming of Power, itself. Alas! None have considered the Ancients to chase Peace, I will argue, as a measured accommodation over the conquered; reflected, thusly, as a common code of battle and conflict leading toward the Second Voyage (Around 1000 AD), this being of the spirited War between the Pre and Post Native.

The War Doctrine of both sides differed only in execution of their Mana (A sacred ordeal, where one is measured by exhibiting Powerful Acts) while at a similar tone, refreshed the status of conquering established standards. In other words, the origination of the HA rests not on the matter of Power unleashed relentlessly, though significant, nevertheless the imported War shaped the Pre-Native into being subjects of their Failed Proto-State; Hence, the Tahitians were able to stabilize and redefine the social influx by means of Powered Peace.

In conclusion, from the beginning of the Lapita Culture, extended the mindset of the Sea, ushering a flawed perspective of entrapping Power into a singular stoned fate: Peace. Now the cautionary tale remains that Power is the main driver included as Humans Modernize, thus leaving proper justification for any Act dealt; moreover, the inclusion of an intrinsic Peace to stunt any excessive growth. Therefore, the proper view of the Ancients dichotomic split (Marquesasians and Tahitians) rest on the matter of Mana, alone; furthermore the Peaceful Mana and the Powered Mana of the Pre and Post Native.

Unordinary Expression;

Life consists of various opportunities in which it has itself become but layers added unto the way Man construes belief to contain remnants through means that lead those unaware of death; this does not neglect the central desire to bettering that variety, as to improve upon the Lack and enable a steady pathway wherein by thoughts manifest as separate measures. What is the proper way to interpret how our actions, as to then lead Love where no wave carries it, for the extents we go to impress a crowd are but marvels in contrast to the absolute daunting perspective; hitherto, within a motive to see what Man creates as a passion unsettled than a lust made real. As scary as it is to develop one's self, does the internalization of experience (be this observed than retained) become an image where looking beyond the given is lesser in comparison as the menial waves that edge the shore of existence, merely tempt us into the devastation of past endeavors.

For to then experience, yesterday was to endure today leading up to the morrows worries. In my own personal life, I have seen multiple ways for my friends to become excited about their own passionate side, as then to include this as the "Unseen Love made Reject;" be this founded on the fear unto Man or of God, as these two vestiges of hope remain only one lays as exposing without so as to within. Friends who could have gone into Aerospace, Nutritional, Pharmaceutical, or even of Relational value, this is but a remaining factor as I alongside them hath not the courage to engage in these vast fields of, not only knowledge be it, thoughtful reflections upon that which is established already; for the medians to approaching growth comes unto loose ends than made beginnings.

What then shall Man allow themselves to be enamored by as to assume anything less but of the absolute resounding muse of Nature, spiraling upwards; due to the casual axiom that rests on this alone; "Longsuffering to Uswards," in other words, greatness comes as still waters casually awaiting our time to belay "Girding one's Loins."

So then what shall we conduct ourselves when encountered by the vastness of available means to gather purpose from within, as to prove toward us that nothing may become lessen lest we tempt this renewed expression unto suppression and kill the Ideal image of God. So then the pathway in which becoming Unordinary shows itself as real, must be funneled through a series of observative reflections as to improve one’s psyche; contrast this with the modern notion of accepting the Mundane Promise, which spawns from the Devils in us. Henceforth, reject the Modernity by measure as to then oppose what is given and propel those hidden talents, actions, or even niches into the forefront; this laying out a casual means to achieve the End that all Man seeks as the “SuperMan (Übermensch by Nietzsche).”

The True Misunderstanding;

Regardless of beginning the title causes itself a pathway wherein which various motivations are innovated upon from those lacking to prepare themselves for life—Lest, our customized purpose furtherly move to DEATH! Prepare yourself for thy owns reconciliation lays on the precipice of decadent topics, by standards where others are staring into your soul with a piercing intent that it merely prompts as in standing to become seen via relinquished faith—Must you then be a child seeing ants and asking Desire for its death rather than of our own! Regard, then, how social lenses are thereby, counting a single potential outcome, inclusive, furthermore destructive in response. How we are thus leading fullness when our staleness of Life poses as remnants—Need We Enjoy it! How many men, moreover women, must be corrupt to reach such baseless depths—O you who lay dying to your ways; no matter its reach!

Look therefore to the inspiring journey where I experience and discover, for these rest on thoughts separate from the intended pathway in contrast upon the consideration for MORE! Yet we remain here in our lowly arrogance, attempting to build upon restless actions to fashion our delights; O you of instant Faith! Calling upon thy own arsenal of friends, brothers, sisters, allies, boundaries, havens as to then introduce new Terms of Situations; wherein by, these behaviors of desperate cries are fallen upon the most malicious of herd leaders—O desperate fools, how you lack in the wake!

Search! Seek! Discover?

Must you then be of the old estranged man—whos Perdition lies in proximity—leading to points of revelation considered thus false, hiking to see the new highs yet preemptive in execution groundwards? Will, I retain knowledge of all days, sessions, moments or must I be of my own downfall—conditioned to the waves of others mishaps; O how I of great Folly, Fall! Sincerely, I say, the whisper was spoken, its screams trampling our winds, its breath lusting, its weakness our strength; only reserved for those who desired to leave themselves behind—O how great their reward shall Be! We are, then, reminded of great pasts whose journey left all Man among the rubble, desperate to cling to just a morsel, parcel, piece, person of wanted perfectionism; though those who speaketh, now renounce! For the reason of writing upon enamored reflection determines itself upon announcements in social groups, only able to recollect times of adrift infatuation toward one another—Woe to thy who forget the Neighbor! We must be of low-grade! When just as we decided the justice upon others as the "factual" claim; presents what we, therefore—shells of dignified, bonafide, exemplified versions of injustice—produced as nothing but deceitful, insensitive, false voicing of opinions.

No person is thoughtfully sure, for they live thoughtlessly unsure!

Perhaps we may discover an intention which does not need to rest on the assured mess of predicting character, furthermore, motivation from the sight foretold as good rhetoric from self-delusion. I need not any encouragement, no applause, no audience, no approach—running away from lives unlived—as to give way a version of Lust that approaches all things sensibly and in tune with amplified causation; not lacking in part, yet sustaining in full. No individual has been able to crack the code of my own being—how lowly I must Be! To have faults—without first chipping away portions of my own selfish intentions, having revealed in of itself the desire set forth!

All ye who remain blindsided, be no more as time will act as our passer of days, numbering, countenance in adjustment hitherto undeserved extents. Shall I be more clear on the ebbing desert—How shallow we must be—or will we draw by the oasis, which then gives itself unto deception, imitation, deflection? A due paradox indeed, therefore why will you renounce the potential drought for the observed water, or will you be like the rest and attempt both hands to cusp thine flowing living sands—How narcotic I must be to advertise such pleasure! Waver shall become the new cry in which is heard and felt, though no person yearns? Why must life be fair to us in the first place? For we all deserve the chopping block—eating your cake and having it too—to then reset what we would consider experts as "Mindful," for what is displayed rests on a sole contradiction constituting "full" as an endowed hunger satisfied! Insofar as, releasing anger, doubt, envy, vanity, lust as spiteful leftovers. "Yay unto us for finding full satisfaction from our lack! Wherever we got it from," says the unlearned primate searching in his wake.

Leave me here O wonder, for I have gone adrift!

The searching passion presented is in way contrast with the inevitable plan to incorporate harshness upon observed means of replication—O, leave me unto Wonder, for I need a drink! Reconcile and await your own nebbish influxes of satisfied discretion, alas to give diligence within the moment where lives could become connected under one intent, motif, call withstanding the testament to time ever Uswards. The mischief caused by intimate renewal causes conditional truths to be examined, as to play white noise whence spending time with that said person. Will the people notice their stupidity, moreover their error? Or shall our family, friends, allies, enemies see an opportunity to predestine fate as oppressed than suppressed—Such folly indeed!—in the grand enigma concerning undetermined lifestyles, personas, masks.

What will you say after hearing, reading, feeling these words? Must you relay the similar hurt, dismay, pain upon others in response? What will you do in times of solidarity, protection, restoration for these questions are unanswered by you—O you stable one! Therefore, I hold only one Veil and thus being the opinions exposed in these writings; moreover, my own Life viewed as Torned!

Consider the Lilies that toss and tussle among the enduring rain, sleet, malice, substance whenever attempting to grow beyond those thawed hardenings; how we little naught in sight of flowers yet exonerate those who wilt dully—You who consider life a bus ride completed! For you shall see no good or evil but rather indifference, this being our eternal fate!

If you seek to be Understood, then become Misunderstood—Thus Being Them and I!

Prologue; The Torned Veil:

Time binds all wounds healed by the principle of Loss due to the vision felt beyond this torn veil as like a dream lost within its own ethereal choice; does a slave become an old present awaiting the masters' delight. Why be tempted for still waters as a choice, for but as stagnant as the means, hitherto, toward the hurt that stretches farther than any gain beautified by Natures own Eternal Law, it almost looks as if the journey toward any resolute may become dire whence lived out in proper accordance to the Self.

Then why have Men given Honor become all but a resounded blur, by relative standards, when given hopelessness by the daily; man finds that in the carried motive of Love itself, came alive otherwise Love for the Self begins to resemble the heart of Stone than of Flesh.

Varying moments slow love, perhaps by fruitless choice, when Man is allowed unto composed outcomes; as leaving death stimulated rather than diminished, would sorrow bring naturally? Seeming as if the joy scattered before our eyes are but a still image bestowed for those who thought reflectively, would relate to the depths being pierced with an original Truth, knowing little of what will be unraveled in itself, wholly. Love was made to give knowledge to man in search of a higher endeavor as if we deserve an opportunity to make do with any potential belonging to Yourself; worse yet of Our soul growing loose within grace. To be born into a world that knows that what is designed before them solely “good” lacks in themselves a reason for the folly caused by One; be it made wise by consequence as those who lead beside still waters for the drink flow into the great chasm of potent Self.

Why would Man not desire to see himself in light by where the condition toward existence became but simple layers adding unto its own destruction.

In the development of the earth, we saw that this was to be a day of rest for the sake given without Pride but, with great passion is this performed, in true to the natural self. Seeking this alternative taste to how ending ways around the natural means in which death provides, though leaning on the internal wants should become the resulted gain whence driving towards a higher goal; be it remembered as the "salvation seen as grace." How should this world lead itself into a model that extinguishes ignorance and asserts this motive for a preserving grace? It shall be made lessen by the reproached view due to the underlying image charming Persons to have easily conceive when faced with an issue, extending beyond the known; which is also to, dare I say, declare an encounter with Lucifer as a Righteous means rather than an Just end, for this is the way that man has relinquished faith.

If doom seemed as impending as much as the naysayers moan for then shall Our hearts cry, no perhaps a Yearn into the depths, as to produce a calling that shines through the toughest of thickened blight (that is gunk from the Old World)? My people have always seen the result of what Man has strived to conduct, be it ethical or of lack thereof, indeed that sort of assimilation toward the Great Complacent Citizen; by standards that sought too lowly of what could, hell even should, the People needed to convey for themselves to Be. I am relying on the absence of Self-becoming loose within the world that given much due to a seeking such countermeasure; this by ensuring anyone expecting to be Within must realize the labor to gain the Without. For what is expected whence promoting true identity when a plethora of disavowing, moreover Destructive, instincts are aware of the Inhumane perpetual view; that is from the Natural way to Exist in concordance among the hiccups of Man's Life.

Dagger, Rubber, Painting;

Formless Form you were, Formed Formulation you Are!

In the Beginning, John was birthed from the abyss of Chaos—amidst such versatile beauty—through the burden of being Chaotic; His existence would include, then, measures and messages as too soon take the form of an outcast, more than society, state, nation, shall be of the terror it will invite, absolutely.

Thus, Chaos must prevail through His preordained fortune, heretofore, crowds being twisted to stumble within, be this fiction or null. No spirit was stricken in such of a manner wherein, enemies retained such calamity—moreover prearranged design. He had to refrain from his own treats, for these depths need more than poorly cupped hands; since creation anew will aid in the discerning experience itself. From this Chaos, sprang forth a means to entrap all of Man's desire under a Council that would produce only the toughest, finest, fields of thought impassable to the Human eye, there would God soon pick sight than of breath. The Universe, therefore, assembled together once more to figure out this Childs Persona in the First Council—A place where souls are ordained a vice and purpose, according to Nature; this being their Lawful Mandate.

With this beastly power originating, reflecting, veiling their creative instincts as to suggest, then, a five-year-old John to be among these forces of Nature and simply marvel at the effort crafted in each soul, essence, life. Now, this was truly a place where the Gods played, for the many Four Guards of Creation were presented to the Assembly Hall and needed to present a case where all could come to terms with a settled ideal and real. These Guards acted as giver of the introduced rather than the intervened, like that of their compatriot God, as they had a dispelling, rid of, eliminate Mans intolerable sensation with Destruction.

Count again, for this time we sing Endlessly!

As John was prepared for all consequences entailing this 'Assessment' as seeing Creation from its beginning arose a sincere, honest, dangerous attachment toward the unknown. Thus, before entering this Grand Hall, John was tasked by one of the Guards to travel within the Corridor and hinted that only the finest, renewed, refreshed may trespass among its blackness; "Why must I be fine, new, or fresh when traveling such a simple hallway," laughs John, as he spoke his Guard saw fit to redirect his arrogance. "Do you not know why? Truly, when you have inquired yourself enough to walk, through such 'simple' opposition, then let us be stunted by your growth!" When the Guard spoke, John, being prepared for all things, leveled with his Overseer and saw the move in his error thereby lending his ear a sacred time unto the words spoken—The Justice it beckons, timelessly!—realizing the depths to this front, this hallway, corridor extended a sense of not only dread, but John scented another smell: Rare of Rare.

As if a swift moment whipped by, John saw a sudden glowing Hue of such radiance, the magnificence that only of the fine-tuned, plastered wonder in which summoned the most primal out of him as he stared into this great piercing Corridor, glimmering of the wearied Stars—Marvelous, it has been to see such Grand! For as he saw it for, what felt like twenty lifetimes, only posited a question, one by standards specified to completing this simple task of walking. As per person, each person is given a purpose and vice (Granted by the Guards of Creation) and though John knew sparse connections, as he was just accumulated into existence; he discovered that by standing before this Hallway and contemplating the routes before entering these multi-faceted walls of primal dominance, would only be met with his utter stagnation.

Thereby, with all these thoughts egging on John to just go through this damn hallway and be done with this entire foolishness, as to complete the task pressed and was passed by countless others; this leading his Guard to reply once more to his audacity to wait, "Must you be so hard-hearted to not trust the unknown? Were you not from it? I say, Go! and tell of your way, be it life or none."

"Why should I trust this faded blackness? So much as you; being my guard and all, would not I be of Creation and Destruction if spent going through here, such treachery for Gods to handle little insight of worm; for us is not the chopping block." In the hearing of his debacle, the Guard had therefore learned from John that his only means to believe is granted by only sight, wheretofore, occurs as its nature, allowing John to pass through the faded abyss and seek that glimmering Hue:

"John, you ask of grand audacious statements, calls, cries while yet, despite tenacity, lack in what bellows from within you and may suddenly arise from such following, moreover folly; Will you or Will you not take this Hall as the frightful You! How must you then fall, in front of those who arisen?"

Called was thy Name; Lacking in Praise, Cry.

The striving flattens desire only creates itself without the gravely ill or lacking an outburst, of a tale, fantasy, dream of reacting toward this grand gaze into the depths. As to have John peer into this and realize that the only route toward the other side of this hue-like veil, was to take notice of the Guards words and Go! Thus, the pursuit left him in a ringing aroma of opioid death, with a lingering scent of robust tranquility; "Where in this blackness must I then know of your scented mask? Will it come like a Storm? Fear? Sight? Or shall I endure, knowing of its return."

As he said this a pierced feeling overcame him and was stricken flat on something... anything? He felt himself toss and turn inside of this straightened hall, yet feeling as if he went through many, as to have become burdened of if he was heading in the correct direction; leaving a confused insight to be rebounded by the glimmering speck sprouting. It felt so tender, warmed was of this ethereal dark, sly in its approach, I was home—Alas! Thus John found solace interwoven—considering, then, of that voiced speck glaring back at his established radiance, such sanctimonious scent:

"You stand now, John of Void, as the stepped desire, lasting of all things be this of the entrusted in faith. Would you dare question such loose existence?"

John received by this enamored speckle of glimmered hope left only of a divined fear, revealing the intrusion of this gazed favor placed upon his eared sight. Whisper was that silenced tune, accorded,—silencing then, there counted faith. Science trials reveal only of the stoned virtue protected by the opportunity to understand the trail blazed with a blocked response; withholding the primal virtue.

Traveling the cornered valley, he then spoke his awed wonder, "I have... not been able to see yet I believe? How?" stunned be of John, as he spoke the speck began to draw nearer to him, touching his hem and giving, thusly, a procured serenity, "There was no sight in all, only of that sensed faith, furtherly, only the pictured banner resembling this lavished fate; For you see I, beyond your eye.—Need you More or Less?"

The need to understand this monolith of Silence posed as that gazed virtue, John has lingered before this audacious sight and revered in its encompassing presence; supplanting the called darkness. As he was about to mouth his verbed verses, he was brokered by the thundering cry from that speckle:

"KEEP THE FAITH, O, JOHN OF VOID, FOR LOVE, LAYS ON THIS SUFFERED EDGE!"

"Who...who are you, that tells of such wised tunes?"

"FOOL, DO YOU NOT BELIEVE OR MUST YOU STILL SEE? I SAY GO ALL THE WAY!"

At that time his eyes gleamed on the transfigured form, he saw the formed hall, the settled walls, that disdained hinged frame; beckoning his sudden praise! As he began to realize this utter change, his Guard summoned and befell John one last time: "John, you will or else, will you not?"

"I... have seen this exemplified sauna, I now learned of these mishaps; I will see you on the sided hinge, graced Guard!" Just before he was prepped the Learned Guard stood before him and spoke to his sincerity and amped self; "John of Learned, You have told of yourself, now you refer to me by the name of Void; Ignorance!"

John, after hearing this, felt a sudden electric, elated, surge in his Being; prompting only of the primal fasted sprint. He dashed so madly, so willingly, that as he was fasting through this dazed path; the light, this glimmered speck of wonder, urged John to take chase to this hailed journey. As he neared the end, John decided to act unlike all others; to be so inflamed in his determined gain, he took form, readied his shoulders, prepared his soul; as to push into that door and blasting those lasted hinges as to bust the Corridor of Void and landed himself unto the foot of a rounded room, a place where such light illuminated all the existing edges.

John fell from his dashed chase and looked back and saw only of the perspired fringe hall; seeing no base, no floor, no walls, no Guard.

As he began to look around her, approached by the Trained Guard; one of subtle wondered, such glimmered dress; contrast to his other guard, that looked like a frugal man.— She was of absolute daunting height and of prose; resembling of the fated dream. As he saw her fawned glow, she spoke with such resonance that John plucked himself anew:

"Tell me, John of Void, have you seen or believed? For Sight is made worse, the more used, but belief has sustained you,—O, John of Blind; Will you Hear?"

Serene Values;

It is through routing, retreating moments in understanding which gives lack depth, as scared as he was, trampling, rioting, and even debating on aspects of death—running wildly amuck. John was a young aspiring newcomer into the world in which, all, must be accepted as nominal or normal; Why then search for a reason when he was filled with professed demagoguery? Or was He? Time and time again, people within his friend group, school, or family were unaware of his recalling tales of chaotic beauty, as these led a "boy who cried wolf" pack, developing as to then become a ceremonious misunderstanding of what John, truly, craved beyond than just this plastic obsession with the End.

Who John came from, for the first five years of life, appeared as nothing to him (though will carry its own burden in time); stemming from little to no interaction with familiar characters, social groups, or of Love—Alas! John held no version of Love attained, moreover retained. Childhood, then, presented a monolith of silence, this discovered as a consoling faith enduring a mechanized abundance, as to act without fear of being judged on perception. We see that from his early upbringings that Johns persona emitted that of the Madman and eagerly pushed those in earshot to be offset by a series of self-satisfied rhetoric, consumed by the meat of juxtaposition and colloquiums, did this recluse conjecturing persist up until High School. By this time, John begins to recite his soul and is heard, in so far, in fact, as to even animate the words toward his friends, received only with aloofness did John then felt pressed to explain to them the importance of symbolic recitation:

"All these words, all the speeches, hell even the silence is apart of my nature, leaving only a state of Paradoxical Perdition to be what viewing leaves in my abused wake" he decries. As he addressed those words it produced an eerie connection resounding in the near absent Cafe prompting a faint reply coming from the circle "must we follow, rely on, or prevent our ways in order to satisfy what I have, as belief in someone, perhaps god, purveys as a mistake."

John, in recognizing the attitude of this proper sarcasm, therefore reacting in a sly indifference, beckoning a grim warning shrouded by brilliant insight, "You have seen that which is wanted, leading to a contrast incorporating god as the mistake; truly, I say that none is worthy to be thoughtful without being thoughtless."

As these words were spoken they soon came to see and believed.

John, now determined, invigorated, exonerated in planning to bestow wisdom, moreover produce a faint image, a mirage, a deception as for how his friends conveyed such contrast. For between the worldly existence alone, allowed measures wherein, others soon then considered, as to then proclaim, "John to be a Man set after Vain." While this was sparsely warranted as an actual virtue. Few to none have actually considered dissecting his immense capacity, as his desire to step out had not yet arrived, for what was deemed as "Mystical," so then also is in the transition of Sophomore to Junior year; as to include chipping into this immense recollection.

This seemed to suit the newly refined John, at the ripe age of 17 did he choose to finally break out from his crippling shell of persistent self-degradation by examining the principles aforementioned, spoken or written, as the core by which he considered "a lack of interest for Self-worth and being impassioned coinciding by one thing alone: Darkness." For this will become Johns last entry until the day he suddenly left, without a trace. Although ominously, the same day he assured that he would be back before his time, this being his final words spoken:

"I have seen too much of the light to be considered 'God,' hence I shall remain as he was in the beginning; Dark, Thus Being I."

None, Will!

Willed Gone...

Sustained Love!

Followed, Perked?

Subtle Loned...

Perceived Hurt!

Tuned, Plays...

Song?

Promised Hoped;

Who am I? Crazy!

Salutations, my name bears the appeal of the image wanted to observe the sully of us all, firstly, I come to this path as to answer and design alternatives to live—A mere act of God! The fundamental urge to this response originated from times assuming limitation posed as acts performed to nominal, plastic, perpetual habitual extents— containing exploration beyond the unknown parts of Thy Self. No detail greater, no man lesser, nor any individual wanting has grasped the vastness of the depths in which tempts and begs—clinging to past variations of insensible usage. For we claim to be the best lover, fighter, constructor, moreover person when even in our muck, senses a dulling occur and take refuge in the lacking laugh secured from boundless conversations—Lectured we remain!—when replacing "Woe is our gaze!" with a sudden call of "Gaze ceasing our Woe!"

Therefore, Who am I? A man set after the crazed inspiration wherein, no Modern Fool lay or dare tread for this is the playing grounds of the Gods! Must I decry such faithfulness when I have been full of 'nerves' or will my interference upon life itself lead toward a setting in which, Man touches the hem of the most sacred of edges; as to tune in unto truth unrestrained—You of grand FAITH!

"Crazy it is?" asks the lost, "Crazy was it not!" replies the found.

If then you want to be more than, you need to be less than, though you trample, crush, destroy those in wake; none may come to relinquish sanity as subtle dismay but to only convey an intended removal. Pluck then the splint resting in your eye, for sight is made worse the more ignored, due to actions expanding superficially as personally—There you will finally see the Madman as You! Therefore, from the moment we rid yourself of this mess, then shall the darkness left untapped, light untamed, love unhandled become a resounding blur in contrast to the shame produced by seeing beauty in the Splint—Love myself I shall! Who shall, then, love my Self?

If you desire Discovery, then forget the Discoverer!

"Scenery, Always!" decries the Pharisees, "Always Serene?" laughs the Madman.

Many populations inspire casual ideas, shaping doctrines into the random unknown and as it stands we are these opinions in form—Must we Matter! Cries heard from the fallen could be caught overturning the prior ideas into some crazed impassion, intensity, drive unto undeserving extents; drawing from these lengths should the arrival of necessity give means to discover unconventional measures in prescribing, asserting, preordaining, life as the observed convict!—Lest a Man has sought the Grail of Holies! Wise is He who drinks Absolutely!

To put perspective these insatiable, irresistible fundamentals of salvaged Grace, look to the way Pastors receive such eye-sore and reverence, to enable such gifting to be labored into the drilling of Conducts setting into motive our weary Stoned procedures—O, Hear the subtle Anthem detest such Folly!—while being diligent in Faith; must the Church become so stale that they Endure it!—Enjoyed it?

Now the role of Pastors are not being diminished, for such prizes need beloved, the polarity, distraction exposes itself, as the intended beauty drawn away, rejected must be of the overt, reduced, mournful perspective on those who tell of such Marvels!—Unlikely would this remain, for Christ needed to be separate in order to ordain such Love—Assured on "Truth!" Are the Hearts in which beckon animosity, among those secured as Love? Will we hear the wearied Son, then, of moments where the given was laid bare— For many years remained enumerated; Forevermore!

Thy Songs Harken? Told was our Understanding! Led us still; He must!

Shall God enable such Pastoral gorge to be calculated? Be this our drudged countenance—to facilitating such merchandise be this of direct "head" origin, thereby, any informative stance on the Nature of Christ, wherefore, breaks apart and loses itself unto a nulled, lesser, repugnant violence replicating, dissecting, expounding on shallow verses of Just Iniquity! Scoff! should the entrenched in Faith, for they were the Found in this iridescent, motley Trade! "For thou wast perfect in thy ways from the day that thou wast created, till Iniquity was found in thee,(Ezekiel 28:15 KJV)" shall be the rejected motif funded, funneled into the hearts of those not hearing such strife, lest it be the Saint Judas who must remind us of such deserved flaws! Suffer, would be this price; this Bride?

Need the forethought cast its slight mold hitherto, lasting innovations from our last inclusive Listener, rare of rare is the form taken; loathe is commonplace, for God spoke to existence the beautification, exoneration, expectation!—Thus, was this the Duty in which serves for Us and explains vast knowledge, unheard to common ears, by metrics whereto, the statisticians, scientists, philosophers, dictators, ministers exemplify such persona? Or shall eager tensions contrive to supplant Luciferian impulses with Mans impediment, thus stringing to clarify the already-realized; Must this appear as revelation!

We have materialism, have spiritualism, have fundamentalism, what then should God make out of our endless coining of "-isms" and "-ists" when He survived to remain as only those begging for Light and none of the Ash flowing from the calamities paved, rather than migrated—as honoring those stoned, written, sparked Laws where the mountain resounds our echoed shrieks—leaving, frail, dire, uncaused fires to be left enshrining us, purifying us, reciting us wherefore, into newly multi-faceted Art!

Discovery, as it is, lays on the very precipice, edge, extent of every pain seen and felt as evil or restorative; this producing never before idealized versions of iniquities—Would such a Man keep Her? Many moments in the church lead us to desire the utmost profane, rejected aspects in us as to have let themselves become straightened in sight of God! Yay, to those who consider their own folly disjointing, replacing, directing themselves Uswards; for their journey stepped elsewhere! Must you, then, consider pews as an act of God itself whence an arrival is proclaimed as the New; Fools do you not recognize His established scent?—"Greet such Marvel," they say introducing their minimalist god, "Marveled in your Greetings," I say is the result of seeing the instruction taken and Kept!

"Keep Her: for she is thy Life! (Proverbs 4:13)" Laments the newly founded members, yearning to gaze Her Depths!

In the Beginning, Man was birthed into the chasm of Chaos—amidst such versatile beauty—did this burden soon took form as an outcast, more than society, state, nation, the terror it beckons truly.

Creation must prevail through the potted fate we so are inclined to stumble within, be this fiction or null. No person is beaten in such a manner wherein, oppositions retain such an ordeal—moreover intentional discovery! We must refrain from our own refreshments, into the depths requires more than mere cupped hands; thus create yourself anew and see only as distant as time itself—For Thy Self Wills It!

What makes of us then? Does the way we speak, write, give, receive, do, enable such probable cause as to then, wake within us the God-felt warming toward Wisdom itself—Hell let this be of all things Vindicated!—while at the similar tone put into stone this inclined ear we lend; must we fall victim to the constant failings of the wise in mind?—How wise they must be, to drudge such Heart! Though who is the Wise in mind? Would it be those rooted in Faith? Justice? Science?

For all these fields of peripheral attunement, has the core of each degenerated desire come as an undone, ill-prepped, incalculable insight against the promulgated Originality; unaware of the extent each has gone to attain the Heart, to apply Her unto their cries. Shall Knowledge come as a prize or fate, then, for the waned invoice as they continually voice their broken vision towards only of Her Silver!—"Shout for Her hid Treasures!" Will the few who apply Heart in this visual, gain Fear and Knowing; realistic or fictitious.

Renounce! Reform! Proud?

For all time, must we seek a motive to inspire hope—this being Pain, in thy imagined as gifts! Marvel in this, For a loss, is transparency!

"Knowledge Reserved!" is the Opinionated—Data; its Banner of Limits!

Will suffering become well known to the population or must we strive to lay content among the indifferent among spite? Should such journey enable massive loss—Need We Enjoy It?

"Crises by loss, we earned!" lays the Factualized—Woe! Be their Anthem!

That is to justify a mode of Acting that is restricted by Duty, yet represents a character that is to develop from boundaries. On furnishing focal realism; one finds ordained through their community, also in part to themselves learning significant idealism that resides in the depths of each ambitious soul.

Pronounce! Rephrase! Sound?

Thereby, a foundation set upon stone, breaks and what is wished, withers; must we consider something lasting and reacting? My formula for this; Amor Reforma.

The Philosophy of You;

Why then would such a race toward the good within ourselves exist? If the relation to our constrain to see, were synonymous, similar, reflective within a world without purpose? A journey toward the Self is a motivation that strives to find love inside death and to separate passion from anguish; which seeks to symbolize hope through endeavor, rather than the outcome protested by faith. Eventually, the Ideal good in our hearts is drawn by the foreground within our minds, that which enables yourself to be continually contextualized by the society around. Why then? Shall the realm of virtue, of a similar pattern, be played out by our own lives, have little effect when enforced upon ourselves.

This value of earning the ideal in our soul, be seen through confidence and vigor due to the lens of death.

That through laughing it becomes a religious undertaking, whether it based on God or not, and remains so as if we are set to attain trueness by a union regardless of circumstance. Then does Philosophy become defiled by our space of narrowness that we so declare to criticize, yet while withholding pieces of resentment whenever a charge against You arises. We need to enable the point of realization that emerges, apparently, as the personal search for a meaning in life that prevents ourselves from becoming too loose in the needs of others, as that to reject this idealism of humanity is to seek the counterparts of realism, in its most uninformed extents. How so, could the human condition be made to the point between a rigidity that is between You and others; that to reject the natural 'extremism' of life is to allow exposure upon oneself toward the elements of this "Great Flip-Floppity."

So, why the fuss about trying to be good ultimately by stubborn discipline when the evil within yourself, being evident when dare I say preordained, becomes a still illusion that social life hails as an epitome of "love toward ourselves." Therefore, in search of expecting death is to become braver in light of your existence rather than be content with this aloofness of Youthful ambition. In other words, to seek this meaning is not to bring You under any system of doctrinal outcome; instead, to find true maturation through being a bit crazy while retaining the thought that "if there is a will, then there is a way." When the ideal view of crazed People become more than a "resounding blur," shall Man pursue the Higher moments in life overall; this is to ascribe motivation toward any pursuit in which satisfies, not only, You but still lingers for Others to become part-takers as well.

The Encouraging of You;

Have You seen the covetous desire of yourself become manifested, through the worrying within your mind? How so should the enabling of your soul be good in intent if we are to seek the fullness within a behavior chosen to endure rather than understand? These questions arise naturally as that the aspirations toward a series of events, allows the lowly in spirit to see the futility in the act of "trying" in itself. A gasp followed by the prior statement is with its salt, as the act of living is, by nature, the act to strive to the end. If then the case of human suffering be made so by the actions within ourselves become ignored due to the reason to achieve a higher truth, whether it absolute or through individual undertakings.

What is the case when the humane attempt toward life is null, thereby revealing the fragility of ourselves and the means to aspire to something (or someone) that would provide a sensible leeway; perhaps it be the reason that humans, in general, prefer the burden of pain itself that causes a sudden realization of euphoria imparted than abstained. This being, in other terms, how we as people live through life as such and going to and fro into the motions of life; in which continually sway into either distant Order or conventional Chaos.

This way the approach toward an event hitherto, dismantles an ego wherein by a love of thyself comes unto unknown reached oceanic depths!—Thus, intellectualism and emotionalism become humbled and subdued under the imaginative infatuation; for that is the price paid while remaining within this 'eternal slumber.' So that blanket intermissions in our "average duties" be of difficult recollection and the realization that just as knowing space comes without stars is as imperative, to understand fully the Star within; similarly that this is to see the importance of ultimate knowledge from within, the background.

In short, this search for the Flip-Flop shall become all but a chronic fear of not understanding that this eternal polarity between being "Within as to being Without;" Proves that our collective struggle formed, a wave of life and its crashing anticipation of ending this deathly anxiety, which Life gives, indiscriminately and leaves victims bamboozled. Henceforth, understand without undue stress that either yourself or even loved ones may impose upon thyself, in comparison to the better You, without relenting to improve the lives that this life has given ourselves, to prevent a sort of brute force placed on our egoism; which comes so naturally to passionate undertakings. To ultimately cling unto the proper idealisms in which shine as passion, ambition, or even of hate itself; nevertheless, pursue these options as a means to discover versions of You in which have either not been seen, willingly or not, or been realized yet remained suppressed, as this follows from rejection of Self. Therefore, be and never relent in the scenery by which the soul places You in; for this in itself be an Encourager of You, surely.

The Journey Toward You;

As today is the birth of myself I have seen the actions and words that I have conveyed hurt and even edify those whom I established a relationship with; regardless, of depth. I want to take this moment to give way toward my thinking development and the actions which have made myself over-indulge and the realization of such. For the past year, growth has come toward me in such a manner that has left me dazed and confused upon the journey being awakened that resides before me and the attempt to have established a front, wherein by, pursuing an authority figure; be it teachers, lovers, friends, or family has left me empty and wanting evermore of life.

So then, why make such a fuss wherever I go or have talked too? I would like to answer this by the brute honesty of existence and that by accepting the mess that I am follows a means that has seemed to have been "forgetting" of others desires alongside me; for this behavior, I apologize that if you felt this distance from me as I had no intention to have anyone feel like nothing. Although, my recent days and wants within my life requires that time spent upon myself is time appropriate due to the underlying truth that from this existence; for which to stand on the truth fondest to yourself, as it has upon me, leaves the person bewildered by the amount of pain gained as pursuing the You envisioned becoming abstracted. That is to profess a meaning to life that includes the pruning of mentalities, for who is to proclaim themselves an admirable person (Such as the Christ or Buddha) when we are to allow the social exterior to contrast that is perfected already within ourselves.

Therefore, this year was a marking of an end to an era as I wrap up my youthful bliss and begin to align myself with a reality that is not dependent on, this fear of mines, social reactions but rather an integration of understanding that life exists as it is than what I want it to be. To pursue this journey, in the beginning, has left me as a child to seek the promise of "health and wealth" from those whose intentions were just as unknown; which then has, from eight years on, left me to question things rather than people due to guilt arising out of these affairs.