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Love yourself, I am the enemy I live and eat at the same table you arrange the plates for food The dining table is the topic of the conversation This is the rule of thumb: I am the enemy, love me There is no peace in the heart that friendship between enemy and self is non-existent There is no life in the heart that walks the line without forgiveness There is no wedding without the acceptance of the voice of opposition There is no other side of the coin without the other side of the coin

Love yourself, I am the enemy I live and eat at the same table you arrange the plates for food The dining table is the topic of the conversation This is the rule of thumb: I am the enemy, love me There is no peace in the heart that friendship between enemy and self is non-existent There is no life in the heart that walks the line without forgiveness There is no wedding without the acceptance of the voice of opposition There is no other side of the coin without the other side of the coin

Identity is Permission. Consciousness is a mirror. Perspective is the lens.

sell, sell me a business idea sell me happiness in a bottle sell me the one thing that is written on my face but too heavy for my tongue to speak sell me the one thing that holds all things together this is the edge of business success and growth sell me something, excellence, organization, strength sell me the charisma of creativity and design sell me the love and strength i can lean on forever

Everything just is, didn't you know There is nothing out of place, there is nothing out of order the mind is melodramatic, spill a drink for some tears writing and mind stepping to iskolodo this is the beauty of right now, everything dissolves in the present there is no past, no future, just now nothing to impress, everything to feel and impress there is bright light, joy and presence here and now

yes, one answer to all questions choice is the question, yes is the answer do not kill me on the altar of my decisions i will drink my own blood for survival kill me with the sword, this cant be life what is the meaning if he always says yes choice is the meaning, purpose is the choice he always says yes, yes is the answer

dysfunction, this is the job there is no place like home there is no place like the bath with dirty water of shame all my doings are transacted with guilt and critique this cant be life, this is the life it never gets perfect, more perfect than this accept it as it is, this is your past, this is your future accept it as it is, this is your past, this is your future

count the books in the library, what does it smell like? where is the wiper to clean the dust off? why are the books laid on the ground? a long lifetime of following dreams, on and off, confused too, this is your truth runaway to God, when he has been walking with you the whole time getting lost in those papers, you believe you see the world i used to read to feel better than the next person who doesn't now i read because that is my escape from unwanted reality i do not read anymore, i take what works, i am no longer tied to the flipping pages that hold no answers this is the truth, read for love, read for joy, read for experience i do not make any promises to what i will and will not leave behind my truth is that nothing can be taken away from me, for i have nothing and everything my identity is shedding a skin, the pain is felt all the way to the pumping of the heart my life is a taste of God consciousness accepted at the time it is accepted the raw taste of talent and potential plus grit, gut and intuition is ready to explode all that i am, all that i will ever be, i am now, this is the truth there is nothing to be in the future that does not exist right now

everything tries to destroy the glimmer of my peace am i not deserving on immersive boredom? the boredom that corrodes your life with peaceful smell of beauty and rest the one that allows your soul here on earth? saving myself will kill me, saving myself will bury me alive this is the nectar of truth i sip from the edges of my heart the whirlwind of chaos swelling in and through thoughts in my head, heart and mind the imagination that puts one man against another to evoke reaction, needless this is the peace of God, it takes like the forbidden fruit this is the peace of God, it taste like the Garden of Eden, to unworthy to enter therein this is the peace of God, the quench, the reliever, the sign of God all the war in my heart is fought for the attainment of God the prince of peace sits in my heart, look up the throne watch the throne, let the light from your head uplifted brighten your eyes let you legs walk to the light and be transformed by its penetrating glow let the scales and pain laced like tissue on the heart be dissolved into brightness

biscuit of my bone, the savor in every crunch the crust breaks, i share some crumbs with the earth there is more to this taste, add some milk to it the luxury of having a munch this good i feel you in my mouth, add some milk to it more and more after each bite, i want more and more hobnobs left the hood before me, whew hobnobs left the hood before me, damn

i demand honesty, brutal, the one that makes you flee i demand transparency, the one that mirrors you i demand raw identity, the one before the ego i demand blood and tears, the fountain of life i am a victim of exposing my neural paths to pornography i am a sister to my pain and self neglect i need to get better for myself and the guys i cannot live like this at the detriment of my soul i am a false leader, is daddy always right? i have to face it all or it comes back full circle my heart abides within like an onion clove walk away from this the champion of your soul, the writer of your story live in the moment like a monk, stable and sure certainty is like the moon, half in half until the full moon self love is the water of my soul the flow, the "feug" effect, i am like water now

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take your eyes off the sights of heaven i am sick of the gospel that drips the covenant of mercy i am sick of the sermon that produces the poor in heart, the poor in pocket God asks you to empty your pockets at the service hardworker, where is the evidence of your suffering? let jesus deliver you bread and water the lord loves the story of a job why then are we bothered with visions of the blessing ? the most blessed of sons is my eternal joke the light of the world is in the corner of the city shivering in cold what is this talk of the saving grace that pata your back at the reality of suffering in hell on earth? your prayers are rennovated beggings at a God that laughs at your sorrow join the queue, whose blessings are to be delivered blood, sweat, tears, turmoil and pain is expected in pain the blood of the optimist and the positive will gush at the announcement of the sharp blade of poverty and suffering i will leave the earth before it turns me to ash follow the podcast on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ventpod?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet&igsh=ZDNlZDc0MzIxNw==

i try and try, i try everytime the pain is not new to me, converting it is there is no reward for desire, the reward is pain the reward for desire is pain stuck between creative and rich wait till i get my money right the money is the key to freedom the money is the massage for the pain where God is present, the money is absent the bank is the presence of God the curse to till the earth has caught up to me God made money to do the things he can money rules the world, money runs the world money determines the winner, the victor money is the great curse, without it there is nothing forget the world, forget the emotion, the money is the end all, be all follow the podcast on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ventpod?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet&igsh=ZDNlZDc0MzIxNw==

O my boys, a long year invested in threads of connection, this is how i feel, sometimes i laugh, sometimes i cry i feel i am spinning on the wheel of the universe a thousand and one thoughts cross my mind in a minute, f**k the world, i am a walking erection i love my boys and all attacks fashioned against them shall not prosper