The Guru

Try to remember 

that No one is ever 

truly lost, Or gone .

and Death is

NOT A Permanent

State; 

It is

A

Waiting Station 

For Departed

Souls

headed toward Another 

Endless DreaM; 

There are no

Final

Destinations..

Only temporary 

Realities being

constantly 

 

Modified by 

Our 

Thoughts. (and 

the 

Psycho-kinetic

energy 

that one's Thoughts

Produce.)

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I realize all of that sounds 

like senselessly stale/cliché platitudes intended to soothe individuals in the throes of personal grief, and I wouldn't blame you for  choosing to view it as such.

But, I think that (on a deeper level) you  know it to be true.

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I'm not tryin to sound like a Mystical-Minded, YouTube Spiritualist- Guru whackjob who greedily preys upon the vulnerabilities of the Broken Hearted and Despaired.

Yet there are sincerely OTHER PLACES Love. 

Other World's, and Verses 

that are spoken into existence simply by the sheer Faithfulness of The Wills' Belief. 

Beautiful Worlds for those who still believe in Such Sightless Beauty, and Horrific , Terrifying Worlds for those who allow their inner fears, and demons to devour the Finer Angels of Their Inner Ever-Being. 

It is a matter of both Perspective , and Perception.

and if you (By Will) more positively 

Change BOTH?  

You can change the World.

(YOUR WORLD.)

Dramatic Monologue/Whiskey River

 

Love can be a Man's Salvation, or His Damnation. There's rarely any in betweens there . 

Sometimes a man can be lost, and broken. Wandering through the world alone, and meet an Angel who chases away the devil's of his Former Days. Restoring his mind to Sanity, and awarding his soul a Newfound Peace. And..it's a beautiful fuckin thing. Truly.

But Other times,..A Man might meet an Angel who makes a Devil of Him. Filling his heart with an abyss of doubts and Hunger that no Love could ever fill, or hope to satiate. 

Love like that never does anything but HURT a Man Brother. No matter how good it may feel during the fleeting moments when shits goin ok for a while. Eventually , things go full circle, and only HELL waits. Regardless of how well intended the Men, and Angels involved may be.

Most love doesn't make sense. Or follow any.. rational guidelines, or mathematical formulaes which can be aptly applied to the Whole of Our Experience.

When it gets to that point Brother. Its just a matter of choosing what Hell you Can Live With For An Angels Sake. (and possibly how many other Angelic Hearts you may unintentionally Break.)

Me. I'm an averagely smart person. In many ways. Books mostly. I've got a lot of them crammed into this Half-Crazy fuckin Skull of mine.

But..there are NO Scholars In Matter of The Human Heart friend. We're all Infants in The Eyes of Love. Forever Young, and Learning.

Or sometimes NEVER Learning. As the case may be.

Paradoxica Mathematicus

 Paradoxica 

Mathematicus

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 know this just as surely as I
that : 2+2 =whatever it
equals to YOU,
and NO OTHER can ever be
ones equal
though we're all equally
"the same divided middle"
multiplied by The One Within
Which is everything
and All. (to the Point of Nothing.)

Eternally...

j.h.

the voice

The Voice.

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the truth??

No one has ever

heard

my genuine voice.

Because I have

not

found (or created)

it yet.

but soon

comes the day.

when the last

veil shall be lifted and

I

see a world of

rainbows where

only

Shadows once existed.

and will you be there

with me?

staring like The

ghost of history?

or forever

absent from My

Life?

A specter

Dead!

(Even in Memories.)

iN mY wOrLd

iN mY wOrLd.
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in my world,
a
Push always
comes
BeFoRe tHe
FaLL;

and i
always end
up

with angel
hand prints
across mY
bAcK.

(in pain to
the
point I have
to
CrAwL.)

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for here i aM
a
GhOsT

haunting the
liVing DeAd;

my voice a
mere
echo of their
bestial
NeeDs!

and it's
horrifying
swimming through
such
HeAdS!

(choking on
Their
HearTs DiseAsE)

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in my world
hello
came before
the
SileNcE..

(which seemed
a
Miracle when it
first Set.)

proceeded by
Misdeeds of
Violence!

(and followed
by  Lifetimes of
Regret.)

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your turn bro, if
you deem this one
worthy of collabs.

Somewhere Else

Somewhere else.
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I am
Somewhere
Else.

1,000
Smokes
In

to The
Nights
Grim
Eternity .

(where
Angel Tears
Collected
in
Beer Cans

Kill
Love's
HaTeFuL
MemoRy.)

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There's no
Cure

For
Laughter's
Insanity.

(nor pill
to
Stifle Yesterday's
Screams.)

And
MY joKes
are

WaYs
of
SecretLy
WeePinG!

(for The
Ghosts who
Come in dreams. )

Eves deception

You know how I knew the old myth of Adam and eve was a crock of shit? (In a realist work Eve would've fallen in love, and ran off with the snake, not blamed him for her problems.)