Enter the Sublime

Are things sublime
When they happen to rhyme?
 The truth about the sublime,
 It happens all the time

When someone lies
Or withholds the truth
A message might click
Wherein you ask for proof

If someone stares
And you stare back
You hold your emotions
To not feel an attack

When you get scared
And hold onto your life
You fear even more
Being seen by your wife

What is the sublime?
Is it emotional essence?
Is it a companion or tool
Or how you interact with stresses?

One might make
An observation of me
But dual observation
Is equally free

What can connecting
Actually do?
Bridge two plains
- Whoop ti do

When two people meet,
Its a dual reaction.
Ideas, senses
And instincts fasten

Bridged in conversation,
Worlds adapt,
At a cross road in the mind
They cross examine maps

Communication links
Allowing Memory to sustain
What happens after this
Is a mystery of the brain

What I want
Or do not know
May be provided
After a brief hello

And what I fear
Or at worse confide
May linger on my conscience
After we say goodbye

Is time the stress?
Under every contortion
Of emotional alacrity
Which causes feelings of distortion

What keeps one constant
Is not sublime
Until observation
Reveals persistence over time

But by constant I mean
That impending fruition
Of the self and values
That play with intuition

It's recorded on track
That is a dual band array
What is a memory
Without another per say?

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Part 2

The sublime is my mind
That is inside your mind
Together we are apart
From the end we will start
Drift into notions
Become one with the oceans

Grasping the sides
Where the spirit thrives
Putting the mind into throttle
I'm not one to bottle
Or carry my emotions
Under weightless notions
A mask called the sublime
Cannot encapsulate a mind

If you Can't remember
What makes him sublime,
That's the sublime
It tricks you with time

It skips the memory
Idles in time
Provides you with meaning
The substance of feeling
And makes you believe
In what you don't see

Together in the unknown
Is where you will go..
Dreaming

The sublime is my mind
That is inside your mind
Together we are apart
From the end we will start
Drift into notions
Become one with the oceans

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Part 3

Ever wonder how he's always on time
Time is a tap
A habit you can't kick
And he speaks his mind
Was born with it

Feeling the rain

There had been a period of at least five years where I had kept my feelings on the inside regarding the college hate crime I suffered, and that was after being insulted and discarded by friends, who all thought I was overly complaining and mentally deranged.  I became afraid to speak about it, and while thinking about it continuously, I kept my emotions aside from everyone and stopped socializing with all the people that reminded me of the event.  I wanted to clear my head up.  I wanted to leave and come back with a measured distance to all these so called friends, explaining my core feelings, and what had upset me.  I was baffled and hurt, altogether becoming suicidal as to having to live and deal with a conspiracy out of college theatre, one people obviously deny to this day.

Though perspectively, they always touch base with me on the subject every time it comes up, as I am typified as always complaining about the same thing.  Nothing happened they say interruptively.  Nothing happened.  Though I am left with this notion of a tree falling in a forest, and I am wondering how I’ve come to learn of it. After hearing them speak, and being left with their opinion of my disconnected cognition, I knew they were assertively the problem.   I finally opened up to a friend of mine in 2012, though I was still terribly confused.  I felt no relief as to why I was still symptomatically suffering from severe stress, so many years after the conspiracy I hypothesize took place, and I was still just as upset about the betrayal I felt from the college acquaintances.  Does time move forward?  I am left with a police statement that it has been too long, and everybody might have moved on.  Might have..  Do I feel relief gauging my life into the unknown future considering my past?  No, I do not.

I take a certain fact into account; the accusation that I committed a terrible crime which never becomes specified.  In reality, I was told that I must atone for who I have upset.  Vaguely as it is introduced, I come closer to an understanding of what the meaning was behind my forced exit from theatre in this issue.

I was there.  I heard it.  I upset someone or some group.  And this was before I rejected their blame and stole money from them.  It's cause enough, that certain people within the educative structure are making money from student acting, that it would only be fair to contravene that the money was mine and rightly earned!  To this day, certain social figures are still slandering my name based on this account of theft, claiming I had taken advantage of a charitable organization.  There are too many issues that come back to me from the past.  There are too many people who are upset or hateful towards me for my actions that had occurred out of controversy.

If you sit down and sort this out, the way I have, whether I am right or wrong about my theories; you can expect that society has an issue with me.  If I am delusional, and spinning webs that misconstrue reality while tarnishing reputations with my literary assault, is there any relief in disregarding my cognition?  There shouldn't be.  People continually revert back to me to find understanding with a large social event, that(like it or not) is about me.  Maybe not listen to me?

Yes. I stole money. Yes. I last proved myself a poor actor. No. I am unaware that I had committed a crime, and no, I was never told as to why I was disallowed from performing in theatre.  These segmented sentences create a thought process for me, that validates a timeline of depression in my life.  I feel as though something greatly impactful and detrimental may have happened outside of my perception, and it is this event that people are using to vindictively disregard my cognition.  If it were a big enough lie, would it not make me crazy?

I feel as though people are too ambitious in asserting my lack of performance, and that they are advantage seeking when they make claim of my stressed nature and unenergetic state, as being disposed of for defunct or unintelligent thought process.

Prejudice

When enough people hate an individual, it can cause that person to experience loneliness. It's a science of cause and effect, of course taking into consideration the details of personality, psychology, and the disposition towards their environment when it happens. Alienation is the only due estimation here. As it occurs, feelings of insecurity(lack of confidence), anxiety issues, and poor overall performance(as a persons' well being is socially benchmarked). The powers of the social imagination work in favor of the antagonists or hateful group, as they talk and express their annoyances regarding the individual, capitalizing on his absence. They share their philosophies on how to deal with him, and the power of their idea to rise against the individual, leads him voiceless in this society. It is apparent that the only people who have identified with him, have also agreed to ignore him, badger him, and lie to him. People are ruled by the laws of irony, and some will assert that the man is a source of grievance and despair on his own. Some members of the group will find a conclusion to their emotional stress with him by agitating or causing him to suffer. This sort of aggression is called prejudice. They cannot inflict physical pain on the alien as that will cause police reaction and this will lead to a greater inconvenience than it would have if they had ignored him. By 'ignoring' him they feel more dominant and superior(they will also adamantly state that they have done nothing to the individual in any way or form). Though they have actually exiled a stranger who faces the worst sort of punishment, people willing him to suffer. (To more clearly explain how the individual or alien is 'ignored', in the circumstance that he would ask a question or pose an issue with someone, he is undermined and treated as a nuisance for wasting time). Because of this crime that society has acted out against the individual, every observable inconvenience the man suffers is now a pivotal daunting step towards 'the fall of a man', which becomes a lesson in the source of tragedy's occurrence.

The unknown

In the event that I am not allowed to be acting, strictly given that this is because the school dislikes me, and we are aware that we got this far because they are jealous of me; what happens, hypothetically, if I were to ignore this and act anyways.   This is where it went, I stood up for my right to act, and the dean turned it against me; she said if you act poorly you will face escalated consequence. Again, this factor of the vague escalation, only attributes itself with the original consequence I was told I would suffer(apart from being disallowed to act) which is an unknown.   When a dean misleads a man(student) to believe he has committed a crime, and that he will suffer from dealing with a criminal record for the rest of his life, without going so far as to say why, or what the crime is, we can only speculate as to why the man feels threatened or believes her, considering the amount of doubt anyone would raise in having heard this story. This is where influence is held to be the power in motion. Causing someone to believe in something that is not true depends on a variety of factors; such as the victims predisposition to his already existing beliefs, the intelligence or acting power of the perpetrator, effects of drugs ingested, or the factor of luck or timing(though luck is an x-file). What is the unknown and what can be understood by questioning it? The unknown could be having to buy Maggie lunch for an entire week, or being disallowed from carrying a hockey stick on or around school property. There is for certain, the variable of the unknown. When a man is disallowed from doing something for reasons being purely that he is disliked, the element of jealousy is introduced as the motive, this is a universal. Why oppress a person, and disallow them from engaging in said action if inequality is not the point of conflict. All forms of jealousy originate from the point of conflict as being an inequality. I.e. She thinks it's unfair that Veronica goes on three dates a week. Adults can definitely be considered irrational due to their feelings of inequality in all factors of day to day life; when an issue of inequality occurs from the sense of purity of the self(non selfish corruption), we can then determine the act(s) as an injustice. Which is a type of inequality that is very different from jealousy. Having said that jealousy is responsible for why this unknown consequence is to be delivered, and that people are influencing the man to believe he should be worried about the unknown, leaves the evidential consideration that intimidation is at play. What can this unknown be that people are intimidating the man with, or influencing him to be worried about? Again, to strike the note of envy, they dislike a man given an inequality exists, and they want him to worry. That these people can't provide reason for their feeling of inequality, though I have hinted as to what this is, suggests that corruption rests behind their attempt at intimidation, and not buying the man a Mazda. For an escalation to occur beyond disallowing the man from acting, for reasons understood by the man to be an unknown, and that they will escalate into an unknown, again we ask why is he worried? Are these people serious about their attempts with intimidation, and is it clear that they are feeding off his fear; what could they possibly be implying with the man when they warn him regarding his actions.

Bible- Outro(for closure)

The Bible(Closure)

What can be said

Of Gods astute wisdom and reasoning?

If a murderer were above us,

Would we ever relax in the evenings?

We cannot get back

Things were taken from us

In God we trust,

Why is his name a cuss?

But the truth is

We are not, and no one is

In that much control

Should the divine forgive?

What are mistakes

And who really makes them?

The attack on man

Begins with his modern complacency

It is in his heart

And reasoning to know

The beginning and end

Of all time that flows

But it is in his dreams to wonder

Why he thinks he is a man?
And with no one to talk to

What he thinks he defends?

Is it the mockery of existence

To only pretend?

Why do we still say,

That he is only a man?

God's eyes torment us

We know there is always a fight

Must despair have rule

Over the day and the night?

And must it rule

While the conscience grows

Resizing and scaling

Giving the woah man~ woah!

And if there is power,

Why do we know?

Why did he show?

Why did he tell us which way to go?

And if there is power,

Why do I see

Lines upon lines

Why do I see

An infinite

Why do I see

That freedom isn’t free

I might mistake my hate

For the wrong pretender

It gets real with a name

That’s how my mind comes to render

But I wait

Afraid to invent

My soul seems unclear

I take to the fence

And if there were ever a reason

Please, someone, take credit

There are too many thieves

And the truth isn’t on Reddit

The lies that I see

Are surrounding me

And the truth derived from a story

Is best let be 

Noah's Arc ~ Long Poem

Noah’s Arc ~ Long Poem

Part I

Mankind was filled

With lies and corruption

No one was listening

To gods’ instructions

Crime and murder

Climbed impossibly high

Society was horrific 

People spilled with lies

Murder

Adultery, rape

God's people were vexed

In a dystopian state

‘The devil is the reason

For the injustice we see!’

God thought to himself

‘How can they blame me?’

What became of stipulation

Through his solemnness

God bequeath his view

To make once again blessed

'I will cleanse the earth' he said

'With a torrential flood

And remove all from the earth

Saving Noah, who is good'

It was also his family

That God luminously chose

For they obeyed his order

And swore by the same foes

'Noah my son,

I call unto thee!'

I have come to a decision

I hope you can agree'

God explained his plan

To the last good man

And Noah reaffirmed

That mankind was damned

---part 2---

Noah began construction

Of the ship of his dreams

It was bigger than any other

That had existed or ever been

It was his dreams that helped him

Envision the plot

Ideas would appear,

He'd scribble down and jot

It was gods’ plan,

Specific instruction

For Noah to board animals.

This would sustain reproduction

God needed two of each animal

For the sake of procreating

Though while onboard

God forbid them from mating

So, Noah built 3 decks,

For birds, cattle, and game.

He made storage for the food

And vowed to treat all the animals the same.

He warned the people

Of the times to come

But none took Noah seriously,

They all believed he was dumb

They made much laughter

As time counted down

Noah built his ship,

Knowing they'd all soon drown

Part III

The sky relentlessly poured

Flooding the valleys and plains

God thought this was deserving

To the murderers, cheats, and gays

All the divine plans enacted

God never flinched at all

Noah was particularly ready

Minding the minor stall

The last of the animals were boarding,

The lions, hippo's and gazelle

The Angels stood ever vigilante

Asserting humanity to hell

The storm provoked a disaster

And the people begged for mercy

Some tried boarding

In a desolate frantic hurry

But there was no salvation

With the angels on guard

When the arc had closed

Humanity demised and fell hard

Wind and Lightning!

Ravaged the earth

Material possessions

No longer held any worth

The light protected

The last good man

As mankind panicked

Amidst gods’ dismal plans

The waters rose high

And the ship held form

The lepers and sick

Died first in this storm

Then it was the weak

The elderly and children

They had watched Noah for weeks

While mocking his vision

Some people swam

But they didn't last long

The hurricanes and oceans

Swept them along

The only survivors

Of this cataclysmic storm

Were the boat's passengers

Certainly now.. they would mourn..

Part 4

For many weeks

The ocean had woe

As pain and beauty

Would ebb and flow

The earth was now purged

And all that lived

Understood one irony,

Life is gods gift

The animals aboard

Were all safe and sound

They had earned their sea legs

And missed stable ground

And luckily for Noah,

He planned just enough food

He started to become fearful

That the lions would brood

He was fortunate enough

To receive gods word

That the earth would rise

From the waters that stir

It was some days later,

Once the storm stopped

The waters receded,

 Leaving them dreams of crops

As the boat stifled

To no direction and route

It suddenly collided

And Noahs vision became true

Land!  Home!

A place to belong

Were the animals might graze

And a man can write song

The animals scuttled out of the ship

After this long unnecessary trip

They were ordered to abstain from the food chain

Due to a severe population dip

God sent rations,

Food from above

He feared carnivores might perish

For them he had love

Awkwardly and unclear

God let them rest here

He made the survivors feel fortunate

After installing insurmountable fear