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We Worship perfect because we can’t have it

Language, it has allowed me to dream
I’ve never done anything but dream
All experience is a simulation
Of what our senses tell us

We perceive, all relationships
Are 80% make believe
And thus, I come to the point
Where my ultimate concern

Is naturally, for my inner life
Is the book of disquiet over?
Is the meaning found that escaped me?
Are the idols ready to be pushed aside?

And the myths, are they ready
To succumb to new myths, new standards?
To make way for the new
Language, it has allowed me to feel

I’ve never done anything but feel
All thoughts have a quality of feeling
Objectivity is the greatest lie
But subjectivity is an ironic dreamer

Full of queer promises and casual observations
That do not register fully until years later
That I take a certain pleasure in the fact
Of watching daydreams go down in defeat

Words like any truth, are part duality
And what once seemed like a clever remark
Can later feel like the ghost of an imaginary friend.

MY SOLE AND EXCLUSIVE STANDARD


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i

You do not just hold my hand
You hold the affections of my Universe
Without one thing all would be useless
“Oneness”, unity, empathy, connection
Call it what you may, it’s here
After a life of being abandoned

ii

It’s by stealth and fire and trials
That we come to realize
We all belong and are carried eternally
Already you see I have escaped
From you, the drama, the mystery

iii

It’s all gone, I’ve come to an understanding
With the world, with existence
I’m determined to befriend everything
In a platonic ideal beyond appearances
That embraces all creeds, cultures, religions
So called separate divisions, all aliens

iv

You do not just hear my voice
You feel my spirit in my language
And that’s all I can ask for
Without this it would be useless
To attempt to communicate shared meaning.

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Treatise on God III


~ Exert from the Book of Faith

64

I’ve lived a modest life, told the truth
But I lived as if I had little Faith
Never did I once imagine
That nothing was impossible for me –

But to move mountains faith is required
For requests to be granted
For our hour of liberation to arrive
Of greater worth than gold, I ask for Faith

That which was once promised
From all that was sacrificed
Preaching is useless without that secret
Faith for which there is no easy remedy

The lasting listening, the last friend
For which there is no book, no sight
Invisible was our God, as mystical as the night –
Now faith is a kind of knowledge

That rests upon the hope of eternal life
Not for I myself, but for the promised beloveds
For a kind of salvation outside the scope of profit
But I have loved as if my faith was inexhaustible.

Lyrics Gravitate Within


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I perish with wishful recitation
Each word is a trance to

An Audience scattered
In time & space, the last frontier
Of the Theatre of the self
Is to write, the Owner cannot shut

The transaction with Eternity
We are the Drama arisen –
With a solitary acre of purposeful design
Love Maintains her themes in us

And our God is of a General Nature
We obey laws of congruency
A presence of Departed acts
Remains with us like a karmic trace

There is no adequacy in art
Only lessons and beloved topics
Poetry doesn’t have to enact beliefs
But only portray adjusted Dynasties
Nobody is exempt from Change.