There is nothing I could say, write, express, show, glorify, or even carve into your heart and mind, which would allow you to obtain the attention you so desperately seek from the others.
Tag: poetry
The Potential of Your Internal Nature
The dead always wonder what happened to their life. Where did it go? How did they get here? Why do I feel numb? Some of the living ask themselves the same questions. It is said the most important part of living, is the way you lived your life, the quality of one’s character, or if they found true love or not. Non of this is true. In this reality, none of this matters. The only thing that matters, is your internal nature. If one lives their life in accordance to their inner nature, then one has lived throughout the potential of their existence within this mortal realm. If you think or feel my claim is false; ask anyone who has crossed-over and came back, or any entity who has crossed over and didn’t come back. They will most certainly back me up on this.
Where Are You From?
Gretings!
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G.G. Kalfas
The Instinctive Metamorphosis
The seasons are the reasons of why you dwell here. I have seen these people within here before; looking, searching, feeling out the lopsided landscapes of their personal oblivion. The blind leading the lost; the inept following the blind. They all will eventually come here at one point during their lives; looking for what already exists inside of themselves: salvation. I do not guide them in a specific direction, as you can never guide the lost to find themselves. This is a miraculous undertaking one must accomplish on their own; a feat only the true individual can wholly and completely endure within themselves. This is the deepest, blackest, and brutal undertaking one could ever know or withstand within their lifetime. Seasons exist for a number of reasons; a reason for every reason you are alive. The seasons will always exist externally, surrounding you and I. The seasons will always exist internally, within you and I. The quiet and the instinctive metamorphosis surrounding you and I, will create, design, mold, and eventually allow you and I to become what we were always meant to be: the personification of transition. This is why I have deliberated long enough; this is why you have hidden yourself away from the others during your life. A fleeting glance into yourself. A distant voice screaming your name. A longing which will always remain unfulfilled. It is a culmination of purpose, meaning, defamation, and resilience; circling around the cesspool of your putrid animal desires. This is where it all ended for you; knowing nothing different other than what you have experienced. It is the same game you have played your whole life: the game of Chance. Soon enough, you will be out of chances; only left with the realizations of what could have been accomplished, if you were not so distracted by the distractions you artfully created for yourself. This is where that old story ends, and your new story begins. Now is where I give you the new start you have always been looking for; that new life you have been seeking, that cleansing you so desperately wanted. Here it is. It is all yours now. It is up to you if you keep it clean, or if you dirty it up before its usage. I trust you will make the right decision for yourself, as you have had a lifetime of making the wrong ones for yourself. I will give you some time to think about it; time for you to adjust to this new process, this new way of living. It can be a little daunting at first; seeing life, this game, this illusory enchantment for what it truly is. Most of the people in here have never made it out of here alive, yet I see something different in you. I feel confident you will raise yourself in the light you have always seen your potential in; a bright, glowing light, illuminating all of the external and internal seasons, from within to without. This is why I have allowed you to come in here; this is why I have allowed you to see me, my form, as I truly am. The others who have decided to come in here, they cannot bear to see my true form. I am unlike anything they have ever seen before. I am a culmination of the true light, and the true darkness; the super conscious and the subconscious combined. I am what the everlasting gaze into the unknowable looks like; an endless void into the human architype. Contrary to what you may believe, or what you may have been told; I am the true creator of this realm, I am the real reason as to why you are here, why you exist. The sole reason as to why your hands exist, serves the purpose of creating for me. Everything you create within this world belongs to me; by giving you the gift of life; in return, I shall receive the gift of creation from you. This is your true purpose, the true reason as to why you exist, why you are here.
Living it Wrong
There is no need to withdraw any longer. I always ask myself, “Why did they leave me?” They left because it was time for them to depart from me. It was time for me to depart from them. Purpose. They no longer served mine, as I no longer server theirs. Lack of purpose A mutual rescission. Growth is the most important type of growth. A hand that gives and takes. Sometimes it may seem it takes too long, but the hand is never late. Fate is always on time for you and I. To be completely transparent, I did not want them around, nor in my life any longer. They were all dead weight; complaining, nagging, and moaning albatrosses. Dead fucking weight. Bleeding dead weight. What a waste of a human life. At least it’s theirs and not mine. Imagine living through their fucked up, delusional, non-sensical bullshit of a life. All of that self-hatred focused upon yourself, and the people pleasing mentality, you would succumb to and endure throughout the rest of your life. Fuck that! Now I know why they self-medicate and alter their consciousness on a daily basis. It is simply a means to survive within a life they no longer want to live, as they never could find any meaningful purpose within it. When you hear one of them complaining about complaining, this is how these others will reveal themselves to you. If life is something you find yourself want to escape from, you are more than likely living it wrong.
The Way We Are
A senseless act of consciousness. A random thought within the many sub-levels. This is when it fucks with you. Those little mindfucks seem to follow you and I around, no matter where we seem to go. A deliberate act of consciousness. Create the circumstances, which allow the blinding and deafening images to surface from within. It is not the circumstances which are lethal, but the tag-alongs and piggybacks which also surface along with it. That my friend, that is the true death, which supports the mindfucks spinal column. Another broken vertebrae. The invertebrates always seem to creep up on you and I. This is probably why you and I are the way we are.
G.G. Kalfas 