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I am not the enemy, I don’t understand;

I can not pretend to be,

Virtues unnoticed like, I am not a trinity,

Soft winds sway misery, and often, in dignity,

They say simply be; extrinsic me,

My tendencies significantly endeavors;

Seeking subjects contrary to blasphemy,

I am odd, even when I tick-tock indigenously,

Im seeing reiterations, as in, what am I eliciting?

Measurements of variables that doesn’t equate;

There is no definite,

Morals and Ethics are not the same;

Conducts of reverence,

Polarity for skeptics, androgyny inherent,

Relative perspectives built from what is objective; It is the foundations that reap benevolence,

It’s camaraderie; a league, a nation that is element,

Compartmentalizations; references, intelligence,

However, logic is a skill that killed questions when ill intentions rationalized reasonings contrary to evidence based off lack, exemplified through biased notions creating emotions that defends or challenges what is of relevance,

Here I find myself, in inception,

Aboriginal in segments, due to destinations connected;

Pondering on theories of relativity, expressing reflections.

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Huff Uff

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Misinformation is not a thing. Conspiracies aren’t a thing. I study my own experience everyday and it ties into others. We are calling opinions misinterpretations on subjects that hold no specific home. If you are an honest skeptic like me, you may or may not agree that beliefs are meant to be different, because they EXPLOIT the paradoxes that are innate. I find beauty in those who started on a different path from me but ended up with the same understandings. That is geometry and geometry; being that it is the foundation to all material objects and thought itself, is logical reasoning. Anything presented that can be debunked is not wrong or misinformation, its just a conditioned truth, a truth with lack, a truth that has been comprehended to the extent of the consciousness that is advocating the concepts. For instance, turning water into wine can be a miracle, and something miraculous as such could change a thief who has convinced themselves that they must obtain or acquire material from another, because they simply can not innovate a way to attract such for themselves. However, for those who are innovative and have experienced miraculous experiences for themselves, the understanding of water being turned into wine may allude to alchemy and other advanced forms of chemistry. In this sense, such an action; if possible by one, could be possible for another and therefore, the concept could intrigue questions on how.

The person at the more expanded consciousness have no obligations to explain to the consciousness that has rationalized conditionings for the consciousness that is conditioned will at some point expand into the same experience at some point of its experience; because experiences are temporary; being temporary, that of which is observing each experience is a conscious aspect or part of the soul, I.e. consciousness, and because such is continuous, expanding its awareness the of itself is inevitable.

People who perceive and understand Extraterrestrial beings owe no explanations to those who invest their time and energy into understanding history as vice versa. A student owes no explanation to a teacher on why they see the world an in optimistic way just as adults owe no explanation on why they believe in pessimism and tragic outcomes. Our beliefs should not be changed because they reflect our experience, they should be respected equal and accepted because we all got the missing pieces to make this world great.

I know this because according to all subjects, everything together is a perfect world, and although we may not have existed in a perfect time, the evidence is right in front of us that a collective of humans did for our very foundation of every subject is due to the times that we can not understand but know existed, and the only way such information could’ve been reached was by being together being that the world is more intelligent today due to technology bringing us together. And it seems as though, illogic prevails in times of separation and in the times of great separation, there are Great Depressions and these Great Depressions lead towards war with ourselves which we then project on one another until the pain is so massive we turn back towards coming together, which then causes great innovations momentarily. It sounds like a math equation in which we are living backwards to move forward. Pain and pleasure. This is because we often fall out of alignment due to our lack in understanding the information we have available.

I BELIEVE, THE INFORMATION WE USE TO DESTROY OURSELVES IS THE SAME INFORMATION WE CAN USE TO HEAL. It’s never been about anything besides our FOCUS AND OUR INTENTIONS.

Because thoughts are like bullets and our heart and mind is a weapon; in this analogy, it is our consciousness that is the holder of the weapon. Information isn’t dangerous just like guns aren’t dangerous, the danger is in what information we guide to one another, how we teach it, for teaching is to show and demonstrate only. Actions may never define us but they do add up and equate to the pictures we create.

Bring all to one in the times that it is necessary, and remember it’s not necessary to shit on others because you appreciate and respect your path more than others. This is a lesson I just learned, therefore I’m sharing it. Because I believe the people are the power, so it’s ideal to me to communicate more effectively being that the higher powers communicate effectively and that’s why the maintain their position. We are more powerful because of togetherness, and that is the only way. I admire these bigger powers because even though they disagree, they will unite to keep us separated 😂😂😂we gotta match that ambition.

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Believe he who says prejudice is a sin;

It is reconciliation that gives life to arbitrary perspectives that mend,

Racism pretends; superior minds must delegate what is inferior,

Political conceptions personifying conflict within,

We speak of friends; is it the necessity of complexity that is desired or the virtue we extend?

I’m asking, what is purpose if the byproduct is defined by the pigmentations of the skin; although the characteristics attributed to manifestations directly correlates to gene,

In essence, was it external experiences that elicited dormant junk to validate the purpose of men?

Attend.

I may reflect my environment, my nurturement, my personality; essentially all that is cohesive towards constituting the mind,

But what and who I am is choice, for all that predates started with a conscious intent destined through the pathway of time,

With thoughts of separation, you may rationalize what may or may not be obsolete, however, what is relative can only stem from natures that are objective; to mold a perspective, if water is the foundation, it’s understandable that solids such as fruit are destined to become acquire a taste such as wine.

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We support freedom, yet cater to ratifications,

Sanctions on free men; reincarnated cause we payed that,

Innovation equates to capital; with middlemen the contrary is applicable,

They’ll tax most to prevent revolutionary discoveries that took place way back,

Like slave acts, and waive caps for wave cap, and monstrosity exposure; ignorance that prevailed although we forgave acts,

The philosophy of the term separation is a reciprocal to the term connection,

I’m saying the difference is reflection vs interaction, the cohesion is the nature’s that are objective,

If all is departing from one, inclusion and exclusion are together validating a choice within the same experience and that itself is pure logic without any reasoning; a conclusion,

I can’t recount information that I did not experience; what is may vary depending upon the awareness acquired and junk DNA that has “some how” became active,

Crucified if you disregard what I’m attracting like it’s a bad thing,

Hate me, because I delegate what virtue was gifted in attaining; it was my consciousness that saw lineage before my practicality subjected my understanding to last name.

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The Devil liveD

Forever we shelter the devil; man,

We’ve lived for our own tragedies;

They said we have choice,

We payed it with voice but they never said virtue was free...

Forever we welcome the troubled men,

Dollar sign, dogma time, green,

Young girls and young boys,

Cloud judgment with noise; tainted truths focus on seeds...

Forever we’ll suffer on mother’s land,

Our father shined light; remedy,

-STOP...

Dead presidents looking for gold,

Chains rusted; they old,

Elicit conversations for more conformation;

Optic optic; an optimum dream

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Cause and Effect

I have a problem with people creating problems and using problems to solve them,

Because they think they’re bob, but they’re like a sponge soaking up ignorance, lacking creativity and intelligen-

“-Daycee how is this relevant?”

Well… those are the tools to solve them.

“Why did you reference a sponge?”

Kyi keep up, they’re soaking up ignorance on some square shit,

“Dog what… this is too much, I can’t even-“

-Dammit Kyi-

“Don’t worry disregard him.”

Every since MLK had that damn dream, we’ve been stuck in inception.

Black vs White, Black vs Black, Black vs All, that’s why my people’s stay with that protection.

They don’t like us, we from the hood, but even in the hood there’s subjection.

A black man poisoning the block.

“Kill the evil.”

A white man see’s opportunity so he becomes a cop.

“Kneel to eagle.”

Uh oh… now there’s many objections.

“Why are you bringing up dogmatic debates?”,

Because Kyi, this shits an infection.

We just want to fight because there’s no sense of direction.

We believe in racism and discrimination, but not unity.

We fight, we kill, we fight, we kill, while ignoring the community.

We want change so bad, we’re skipping self-reflection.

That’s why many lost their identity in self-respect and,

Wonder why we feel a disconnection.

Words as my weapon,

I’m fighting for freedom, to free minds.

SW .38 revolver, my nigga sweatin,

He was fighting to “Free Dom”,

Another nigga with too much free time.

All that aggression to payback deception,

Got my nigga a free home,

He could’ve pressed stop, he chose play,

Finger itching, he popped Tay,

“FREEZE!”, said the cop, heart dropped.

Now my nigga wish he could rewind.

He should’ve left that clip alone,

Hollywood syndrome,

A nigga that’s gotta be well known.

“Give me some History and Mystery.”

Here’s knowledge on Martin and Malcolm.

I’ll explain why King had a dream,

And why X got ex’d as an outcome.

Palindrome, MLK is KLM backwards,

That explains how he saw the future.

Now I recently learned that dreams are another reality, so in sake of spirituality,

Luther knew of the bigger picture and wanted it to happen sooner.

So he gave himself. It’s not a sacrifice it was his role.

They thank god for his speech, I thank y’all for a shooter.

“That statement is very provocative.”

Opposite if we were more cognitive rather than ignorant,

Lack of understanding is why many will miss the ironic humor.

Now Malcolm is different, he wanted equality but couldn’t see it.

Caught in the middle between W and Y,

X got stuck in the past, which is WHY He focused on White’s,

Extending the same way of thinking into black Youth; superiority of race, and we believed it,

Which is why we continued to be sick,

Fighting fire with fire, nightmares destroying dreaming,

“Earlier you said dreams are reality.”

The Mind is powerful, when you look at the world, watch how you perceive it.

Installing discrimination and racism is all strategic,

It only exist in reality because we conceived it,

X saw this later but by then it was too late, many road the wave,

He got ex’d after attempting change in the boat he created unaware that his people were seasick.

We pulling triggers everyday, nigga who made you?

Churches saying “The devil made you”,

Justifiable reasons; “Nigga I’m doing what I gotta do to make due”,

“I ain’t have a daddy.” Well nigga who raised you,

Hate our women, “Never trust a hoe”, but your mama bathed you,

“Fuck the police”, not the trauma that corner gave you?

“The streets raised me”, don’t let that trauma brake you,

“Survival of the fittest”, uh oh did you miss it?

Y’all niggas declaring war, gunning then running, saying you’re brave, but bullets are boomerangs-

“The more he sent the sooner it came?”

He didn’t realize when aiming away that he’ll get erased to.

All these casualties for dead presidents and it still isn’t evident, That extending the dead men red plan is why ya niggas extending the graves to.

Red is the root Chakra, it means survival, so I can see why a black man searching for his roots is what makes him liable to a lie they told that involves the bible and a vicious cycle of ignorance that got niggas thinking Jesus will aid you or that, Jesus will save you if you follow the words of a text that slaves you into believing a God that punish or rewards his children that disobey or follow the ten commandments,

Damnit, blame you for believing the creator of all would shame most and fame few, so again, I ask the question… Nigga who made you?

Because if it is God then it’s also apart of our DNA,

Which means we are all God and possess it’s traits of love, perfection, curios-,

“-and to create to.”

Yes, but that’s just a summary,

It’s hard to understand such a thing when ignorance is what’s holding us back.

Year after year we battle over things because of lack.

Not understanding creates fear, and out of fear, we attack.

All these boundaries keeping humanity as a world from communication,

We ignore them and point fingers to each other and wonder why we’re tracking back.

Worried about a race indulging in one another,

If you listen to EDM you’re weird, if you listen to rap you want to be black.

As a youth, we get our morals from adults, a generation that uses opinions over facts.

We never stop to look at the fact, the youth control the world, we keep the growth on track.

We love each other, divert from old hostile thinking,

Create our own reality of acceptance of all, and our parents say,

“Your generation don’t know how to act.”

No need to argue, they just don’t understand,

How lost and off track they were.

How they followed money, greed, envy, and a system with a plan,

To create lack and suppressed knowledge, many were aware and refused to take a stand.

I’ve never been a coward so I’m trying to hold hands,

With every woman and man that’s tired of selfish command.

It’s time for selfless demand,

We need to join as a species and become one as a world.

Understand cause and effect,

End to begin or continue what has begun until a chaotic end.

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Understand Me

Understand me, don’t force it.

Expanded dead hand, friendship forfeit.

Peers pressured, they support it,

Understand we, before he who floored it.

Advances of a dead man aborted.

Peers pressured, absorb it, dormant,

Ego erupting, ignore it, war hit.

You’re hot then you’re cold, course split.

Geomorphic because the heat will surface.

Violent rise.

War guilt, cooling effect, was it worth it?

Silent eye’s...

Understand a man’s comprehension is physical;

Couldn’t understand the bible,

Mixed prophecy with biblical.

Couldn’t understand a prayer,

So they made it visible.

Couldn’t understand the lifestyle,

Had to make it livable,

Added politics because society was political.

Economic strategies started creating criminals.

Fear circulating, emotions becoming mystical.

Men made labels, beliefs becoming statistical,

Umbilical, feeding thoughts, egotistical.

Afraid of our minds, but they’re cryptical,

Functions at a minimum, if high it’s a miracle.

It’s despicable, it’s unequivocal. understand,

Men made it difficult because they understand physical.

Even gave women roles,

Some history recap using abstract,

Ignorance is “bliss"?, That’s why my dad mad.

Not knowing enough is why we can’t laugh ,

Look at the world, where’s the math at?

Subtracting and adding, so we backtrack,

Instead of adding and adding, it’s a math fact.

“History repeating” they say, flashback,

But we run back, then we jump back.

Solutions undiscovered cause we passed that,

“What do you mean?”, peep the vast tract.

A treaty without all members,

Playing blackjack.

A solution absent a variable,

That’s a math trap,

No solution would be the outcome,

So we lapse back.

Events aren’t repeating, we just pass-back.

Idioms explaining time,

That’s how it started.

This searching and seeking knowledge.

I, an artist, had fallen, for

Sedating art that was guarded.

Took her heart to the garden.

Guard in, kept it from starving.

Fed it love from the energy above,

Had a heart hardening dissolving.

She grew strong and departed.

Pain had sharpened,

Cause, this happened often.

Caution the common,

Their decisions be rotten.

Understand me,

My love doesn’t require a plan B.

I see the potential they can’t see,

If it’s essential I can’t breath.

Gave up my mental, she candy,

Experimental, her friends see,

Me, testing her limits,

Elicit what’s in us,

Binding our souls, we can't leave.

I feel a feeling so deep,

Lifting and healing slowly,

Freewheeling reveling the soul-me.

Understand me, breathe with calmness,

Separation with patience to the subconscious.

“I always feel alone.”, hush up the conscious.

Love with the heart, the mindset dishonest,

Now I finally understand, “Love is all around us”.

But they think it's beyond us, but that thought confound us.

I never found trust,

Never allowed lust,

They never housed us, Instead disavowed us.

Wasn’t accepted, wasn’t respected,

Existence neglected, but I knew myself from ground-up.

I try to be jolly as can be,

I took a molly as plan B,

A hidden message she can’t see.

Wrote as hobby but made it plan C for those who just don’t understand me.

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Satchitanada

I once heard of name,

Am I death?

Because I never heard of it twice,

I never played the game,

I left it to the rest,

I don’t think it’s right that even the dead lose their life,

What is a legacy, if summarized,

Where’s the integrity if gun aside,

Hearing the melodies of summer nights,

Hennessey and jealousy mixing; some will die,

Memory was therapy, now it is Cherokee,

Longevity became cellularity, no longer a friend to prosperity because the scars attached reiterated a son cry,

This all started with a name,

If I’m escaping parliament, how is it logical to feel obligated to my last?

I tried to explain this to my class,

But I wasn’t named “teacher”,

Instead; a preacher,

And I Practiced what I expressed so that part of me; in the past,

Pardon me for showing class,

I did it because of past,

They taught me to see trash,

I taught me to see the math,

They measured success with material, to validate time,

I expressed choice, I measured it by what constituted the spiritual to validate mind,

These structures are constituted by thoughts that no longer serves a purpose,

With all this baggage, it’s inevitable to replace our self,

I feel innovative because I express what we forgot, they act like they never heard of this,

All this action and acting… it’s inevitable to mistake ourselves, un-appreciate, and deviate to a state in which we hate our self,

Personally speaking, I don’t take advice from people less successful to me,

Your thoughts aren’t medicinal if the archetypes that are habitual aren’t transmuting from distressful to a state in which you are happy to be,

That advice just isn’t attractive to me,

It’s more like I’m back tracking to find the root cause of what’s blinding your perception so that I can heal your expression by removing the thought of neglection and oppression so that you are able to think free,

And I don’t mind…

In the process, I’m judged and crucified,

I’ll reiterate; my intentions are to love and unify,

We’re stagnant because of choice,

If there’s silence in the voice, I throw a nudge to refine, that’s freedom for define, I’m bringing the awareness of choice so that it’s possible to decide on what we personally do with life,

I was stabbed in the back and forgave that,

I was stabbed again and almost resorted to my decision making tactics from way back,

Then came another stabbing that had me lying on the floor,

I got up, but couldn’t find my way back,

Then came a love, she needed an eye,

She took that and saw her way out, I let her go,

Leaning on a wall, I bumped into another,

I gave her my other because she’s a passenger; hetero,

Love comes in trinities; currently dependent on sound,

It was all I had to give; then debt arose,

The next love that came just wanted to hear her name,

I chanted Satchitanada, and that became a death note,

In trials and tribulations I resorted to love and nurturement,

I call this an understanding,

I created this path, there was no one to follow in this century,

If you can’t comprehend that then there’s no possible way for you to understand me,

I never had a plan B, I was dependent on faith,

Independent from wave, I road the waves,

I had to experience what others had experienced, and had to remember myself along the way if I ever wanted to see some type of change,

I played the game and had to retain the focus of me, when I attained the focus to see, all this weight pilling, I was losing my ability to breathe; I was getting hostile,  frustrated, thinking about choosing to lose my ability to breathe,

And it’s because I solidified the W to attract enough attention to reiterate me, if I died I’d be apart of the past with the others; they’d appreciate me, saying my name, expressing a memory lane that would bring change the moment you speak…my name and that’s change,

My arrogance seeks credit, convincing ourselves that we’re victims is easy to me,  

It was difficult for me to exist in this world,

That’s why I decided to live,

That’s how I kept my lid,

That’s why I continue to give,

If I’m bringing truth and love, then this awareness becomes easy to see,

I don’t care about no dollar nigga,

I don’t care about your opinions on Donald Trump and Obama; Mister,

I care about our species and our galaxies picture,

I care about the success in reaching the state of nirvana and the help from seven sister’s ,

The Pleiades,

Believe in me,

I heard of a name once,

Does this make me dead?

If so, then my rebirth was captured in everything you just read…

Notice the name.

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Twisted; Twist It

I was just lost in a minute,

Notability told me “finish”,

And all these things, I would trade it for an experience worth commitment,

Neglecting all the love that I’m giving,

Past trauma means you won’t listen,

And all these things are unchangeable; it is a memory cause we lived it,

Unacknowledgement towards a vision,

Reaction only leads to resentment,

And I wish I could go back to life, cause

Your reality got me missing-

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Acquiescence

I can never go back to placing the essence of me, into an equation that was constructed from a relative conception. I can never renege on my perception, because the experiences that attributed the opportunities to acquire the information were of an objective nature. Actions done out of nobility came from a virtue that was gifted.

Dismissed, I never accepted to conflict; acquiescence lead to appreciations that were previously missed.

I asked, how do we coexist; the collective resorted to ideologies that didn’t fit, however forever supportive I advocated paradoxes but the conscious minds of dogma perceived the concepts of liberations as fabricated myths that contradict.

I can not resort to illogic as the last line of defense, for great logic is pure reason that prevails independently. Serendipity occurred without worry, so I can’t be happy through worries that are external, for I am who I am and this have been internally transgressed in the times I subjected myself to material identities that personified the term glory... yet contrary, I assumed the responsibility.

Assuming the position that only I myself could stand in, I could never be pretentious with my personality. With nobility fueled by intentions that hold no conditions, I am no longer in a position in which I have to answer or abide obligations that were not made for me. I’ve forgiven all that pained me, and the byproduct was a power that could never drain me.