The Language of Fear

There are so many endless possibilities, so much so that it feels pointless to pursue any path in life at all.

I garner a plethora of talents and yet I blame others for these talents not being recognized outside of my own spectrum of reality.

And I blame others, as well, for my inadequacies and for refusing to escape from my comfort zone by any means necessary.

What is there to do when you’re so used to following the same old script day-in-and-day-out all your life?

The same habits,

the same addictions,

the same mannerisms,

the same routine,

over and over again…

I am to blame for this misfortune but I’m not going to leave out my childhood either.

It seems to me like we all live this cruel existence consisting of emotional suffering in a constant recollection of one’s past.

It’s like we’re in a play where we just live in chronic turmoil while God observes from the sidelines.

Mankind seems to be a mere source of amusement for this higher being that we all perceive differently.

Within the darkness of doubt, I can hear Him whisper softly in the language of fear:

“Fallen victim to your crime

You used to pray for space

Drown in Me one more time

And mend your wicked ways”

Unscripted II (2 of 2)

(Transcribed from 5:59 to end)

For the longest,

I thought I was worthless

That I was nothing but an insignificant means for people to let out their frustrations on

A punching bag

An easy target

Because my kindness and my big heart is mistaken for weakness in this world

And we are socially conditioned to see it as weakness

And emotion

But it’s the fine arts that stretches the boundaries of that

Of everything

And that is who I am

Yes!

I will defy society whichever way I can

And I will be the loneliest man in the world if it meant that I can just be myself

And I lie here at three in the morning

After my guided meditation

After my trip to the spiritual realm

And I lay here in my bed

And I don’t see it as half the bed being filled

I see it as more space for me

More comfort for me

And the Law of Attraction,

I’ve been ignoring,

Like I said

But no more!

Because whatever I want and whatever I desire can be obtainable if I just change my mindset

It all starts there

And to be grateful for the things I want,

Even if I don’t have it right now

But that the things that I want are en route

That they are coming

If I can just imagine myself already in riches and in love again

Where I don’t have to worry about bills

And debt

Or loneliness

I will never feel alone again

And I don’t feel alone because I tell myself I am not alone

And I am not poor because I tell myself I’m not poor

there are people far off worse than me

And there are people better than me…

…in one aspect or another

I feel like we’re just in between two ultimate extremes

And I’m okay being average

Because I am the best at being myself

And I will find a way through this

Being completely honest with myself right now

I want you all to see this

To feel this

I hope to God that you’ll be understood

That I’ll be understood

That we can live in a world where we’re understood

No matter how vulgar

Or how obscene

Or how inappropriate

My feelings or how I convey my feelings and emotions

It’s who I am

And everything I say and do and think can be relatable to another human being

Anything a human can create,

Another can understand it

That way, I’m not alone

I tell myself I am not alone because I am not alone

I’m here with you all

On Earth

We’re all human

We’re all the same species

I am with you

And you are with me

With every breath I take

[deep breath]

 

Unscripted II (1 of 2)

(Transcribed until 5:58)

I just finished meditating

How I usually do

In the bath tub

Taking a nice, relaxing bath

And I light the candles

And I fill the bathtub with nice, clean bubbles

And I turn the lights off 

And all you can hear is the humming of the AC

Of the fan

And a slight meow from my cat

Wishing me luck on a brief yet cherished journey

An interlude cherished all the more for its brevity

And I lay in the warm water

This liquid gold that will exonerate me for my sins and my negative thoughts

For I have been neglecting the Law of Attraction for far too long now

And I play some guided meditation

And I allow myself to be led astray in a world that’s not my own,

But a world I strive to be a part of, even if it’s just for a moment

And I crave this world

I yearn for it everyday

I remind myself that I’ve been here before and I can return at any time

A place where technology doesn’t exist

And the rushing cascades of water down a waterfall

The feeling of the Sun on my skin

The sounds of chirping

The trees swaying in the wind,

Rooted to the ground yet dancing to the beat of life

And I allow myself to be taken into this world where all my worries and cares are acknowledged

But are easily swept away

Life’s most simplest indulgences I feel I’ve come to neglect

The little things in life that I’ve lost gratitude for such as my feline companion

Or state benefits

Or food in the fridge

The clothes in my closet

The AC that keeps me cool during the Summer

The heater that keeps me warm in the cold

And the beautiful – 

The beautiful world where I come to acknowledge and surrender myself to the beauty that I’ve come to just ignore

And to send my love to the people who’ve hurt me

And to give them my forgiveness

And to allow myself to grow because there are no mistakes,

There are no losing situations,

There are only opportunities

There are only learning – 

Learning opportunities

Where I can become a better person and become more well equipped 

To be the best version of myself

But sometimes I wonder why when I try to establish any human connection,

It seems to be distant

Or strained 

Or brief

Yet cherished

And appreciated

And adorned

For this nostalgia takes over me

And I clear my mind

And I allow myself to succumb to the whims of my past

Why am I left alone?

Why did everything I love and everyone I love just leave?

Where The Sun Don’t Shine

Evil is but a shadow in this illuminescent world,

A fraction of the truth lying distorted on the ground,

Time of day deviates,

Shadows calculate,

They know when your Sun sets,

They know when you’re at your weakest,

Stretching farther and farther as the day grows long,

Until you’re nothing but a host,

Keeping the darkness tethered to your reality,

Misery doesn’t love company

For it is not capable of such beautiful things,

But it requires an audience,

And a blade to the wrist is the applause it needs to triumph

Salvation XI

“Do you think every person in the world is part of one huge cluster? And that we’re all tied together somehow? Even total strangers?” I think so because of the farmers who supply our grocery stores or politicians who can alter our nation in even the most subtle ways all contribute to the cluster. The economy, social media, air travel, the fine arts, music, movies… everything! In a way, it’s a bit comforting to know we are all the same species. There must be far worse malevolent forces in the universe apart from ourselves. We must band together to save our planet and all its inhabitants. There’s only one Sun, one Moon, one me, and one you. There’s such little time to prove just how much we appreciate each other. Although, one connection between a certain set of people may indeed vary in frequency compared to another, I must ascertain the notion that these dark secrets and ulterior motives that do occur in a much larger scale, all derive from distorted desires. Disappointment and needs that failed to be met, especially during childhood, are to blame for such atrocities. If there was a way to satisfy everyone’s needs (apply equity to our everyday lives), we may be able to ultimately dispose of corruption. You must have faith, not just during the miracles, but even when there aren’t any.

“Who Are You?”

“Who am I? 

You want to know where I come from?

What I have been through? 

Who put me through it? 

What I dream? 

What I fear? 

Who I love? 

Who I strive to be? 

How I pay my bills? 

What my hobbies are? 

Who I am is what you are. 

Two separate entities completely unique 

yet in relation to each other.”

Martyrs and Devils

This guillotine is a mirror held out to her own behaviour

Her ashen knees strewn on cobblestone as the villagers gather up around her

The crowd steadily increasing in mass while looking haggard in God’s good grace

She exuded the language of emotion itself in the form of a perpetual embrace

Kneeling below her distorted reflection of a blonde maiden in need of validation

Eyes encased in a crimson tint staring back at her own indiscretion

Never exonerated by the very beings she dedicated her transcendent life to protect

The people believe it is morally applicable to stand by to the social contract

She was made in His image for gender is only fabricated in a physical plane

They gazed at her beauty but were rendered immobile by their own pain

She’s more than a marginalized woman occupying our world and so to give in to temptation,

The distortion dissolves beneath her eyelids before the mirror meets the source of its reflection

The Aggressive Victim

“It felt good to hurt you

To compare my life to yours

To see that I’m in a much better place in my life than you are in yours

Because it stroked my ego

Because sapping your energy fueled me with more Power

Because I finally had a target to unleash all my frustrations on

And I never meant it when I apologized

And I will hurt you again if you give me another opportunity

But despite everything

I wish you the best on your way”

sMiley Returns!

I love how Miley’s new single makes me feel so happy! As an empath, I believe I can feel the emotion that an artist tries so hard to convey in their works of art. She had a rough several years in which she felt she had to prove she wasn’t just this country girl, but then I think she realized that there was no shame in where she came from or even experimenting with a different palette of music, for that matter. If you notice her hair in “Malibu,” you can see where the blonde ends and her natural hair begins again. I saw symbolism in that. It makes me happy to see others happy. 😇🎈😍❤

A Method to his Madness

There’s a method to his madness,

A method to his chaos,

He thought I was a lost cause.

He thought love was weakness.

There’s a method to his pandemonium,

A method to his bedlam,

He thought I’d die by my own hand.

He thought his place was at the podium.

There’s a method to his madness,

A method to his pandemonium,

I am a spirit no longer in need of a medium.

He’ll never know I conquered the sadness.

There’s a method to his madness,

Because of him I strive for greatness!