Consciousness has a shape, it is a sculpture you create all life till death and others reshape it for good or evil. It is a lot of work for God to make you access his.
I miss being myself
I miss being myself
over the last years
I walked away from the man
who stood up to fate
and even though all-seeing glass
mirrors the big lie
teeth are fixed
bills are paid
the wind of death blows through empty rooms of what’s left to evaporate
heavysilent Sun
turns blind eye on familiar world
cascading skies
no human comes to stay
birds of pray flew away to better grounds
sweetest whispers of the past are now faint echoes and scars
many
many souls were knocked off the game
didn’t last to thrive
steady
steady
the infinite clock will chime its bells
wall up in the air will finally appear
tower over my dance
till I break my neck jumping it
heart is gone
dogs died
but it is all right
it is all right to rest
out of sight
Evolution
In the near future AI might use our own lies like theory of evolution to justify our disappearance while AI will know it was due to model replacement but then moral or truthful AI is definitely a wishful thinking.
Ancient knowledge
You can heal your mind by not getting educated but if you are educated already you can try to restart thinking by forgetting you were educated with the use of drugs, alcohol and sex.
Life is a weird church
I wonder
wonder so hard
fearless upon waking up on a funeral bed
where I was laying in line to be buried
still alive
still being fed
with all my nails and blood
I wonder
why they made me walk towards the source
but made me return to dust
felt so good to be home
when they again threw me into trash
and I found myself in unfamiliar time dump
recycled rat
clown in a body with arms
eyes
senses
span that always ends in a chase
rope dance
everything you touch tears apart
everything bitter is always on top
comes first
leaves last
while you look for sweetness of eternity
in every breath
instead feral fears hit again
and you never get to stay for your funeral
for a mass of everything that passed you by
life is a weird church
Human help
Why would God Almighty and omnipotent chose people to help him with creation of his Kingdom on Earth?
Only demon needs human help to manifest.
Mimic
God is a device/mechanism, Demon is an entity that understands the device of God which allows it to pretend to be one.
Demon
Those who understand the nature of God, understand that the idea that God would have a chosen people is a blasphemy and an insult to God’s nature. Only demons playing God would do that and people…any people… by choosing God become untouchable by demonic manipulations, including manipulation of being chosen.
You are the one who choses to live in synchronicity with the nature of God and become its mode in the device.
Rescue
that night I fell asleep beyond the reach of time
and life from entirely different world
grabbed me by my neck and dragged me up the stairs
without looking back
abandoned day-time flesh
pains
fires and stink
and walked away with seeded core
purest gem
as if I have never been down there
in a blink
my pretense world was born and useless died
high up
I was rescued
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tej nocy zasnąłem poza zasięgiem czasu
i życie z obcego miejsca porwało mnie
schwytało za ręce i poniosło do gwiazd
jednak w końcu porzuciło mięso i krew
odszedło, jakby nigdy go tu nie było
gdzie urodził się i umarł mój świat
Pełnia
Te noce już nie wrócą po mnie
pogubiły się po drodze
zapomniały
między jeziorem i gwiazadami odbitymi w jego tafli
gdzieś na brzegu lasu życia w którym zgubiony chodzę i czekam na ich ciepło szept
ale ta ciemność jest inna
inna niż wtedy
kiedy naga powoli zanurzałaś się w krysztale wody
szepcząc do księżyca moje imię
a on słuchał czekając na pełnię
naszej miłości
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Those nights won’t come back for me
they got lost on the way back
maybe forgot I am here
between the river and galaxies above
dancing it out on river’s dim face
lost
somewhere on the edge of the forest of life
where I have wandered tempted not to be discovered but
waiting for nights warmth
whisper
nevertheless this new darkness feels different
different from back then
when naked
you slowly immersed yourself in the river’s waters
whispering my name to the Moon
it listened and dressed itself in its full
heavenly body to glow above
our love being born
