For the Devils party

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For the Devils party



Don’t worry all you children of 4

You can switch sides all the time

The motherless and the fatherless,

Just do whatever you want

It will all work out



I am done with the war

I just want to help people.

I have turned my back on the fight.

It is just remnants of a long ago time.

They keep on calling me back.

Though I understand now that they don’t understand.

I don’t blame them, for they are still caught up in the ghosts of war.

I write this to the children of 4 and to myself, that we should never forget that,

The war is already won.

Hope chases and is always disappearing

Faith ends up in a tie and can only show us the way

But love conquers all

We lost World War I

We tied World War II

We won Vietnam (World War III)

Raphael

Gabriel

Michael



We all love our own problems – they are ours, and they have value.

Except, they are only scars now.

They are reminders from our past that the war is over.

We don’t need to fix it with money.

But with love.

If we deeply understood the process of money there would be no need for the process.

Giving things away for free is the same thing as a gift.

Love is a gift.

But what’s mine is mine – I can’t give up my treasures.

You only give up something for free if the other party is accepting of it, if they trust you, and if it is a certain occasion.

There are things to do with your money and there are things to look out for.

1. Stress makes people want to buy something – food, movies, something comforting.

2. Fear makes people buy stuff they can’t afford.

3. Dreams make people chase after money.



i'm sick of worshiping musicians as idols and letting them possess me

i put myself up on the stage and replace the singer

i get carried away and distracted when all i want to do is hear background music

you don't have to keep selling it with mystery, good looks, and such

it's about the message and the art and that's all

it's down right disgusting too - the tricks they play to make you want them more

the gambling artist is rich, the working artist is poor

the mysterious singer who backs away leaves us moving more and more towards them

the hot female lead or male lead just makes us squirm with delight

and those crappy love songs just play on our psychological disorders



the definition of conscience is the ability to know right and wrong.

animals do not have a conscience - they do not know right and wrong.

however, you notice they start to get one when they are boxed in

an animal quickly, but briefly, get's a conscience when it's caged.

a bird, a dog, a lion in a zoo, they actually get depressed.

perhaps animals only have a conscience when someone restricts there freedom.

and humans have colossal consciences so someone is playing a big game on us, hemming us in, and caging us.



possession, while usually of evil origin, also has a more positive instance. the ancient greeks took a more wider and substantial view, regarding that all inspiration, like poetry or music, as a kind of possession.

hopefully this possesses you a bit.



but what about that

or what about this

If you mean something, then mean it

whatever that is to you

it could be a no, it could be a yes

or it could be a damn if i know

but what happens if you mean something 100%

and it doesn't happen at all

or how you expected it to happen?

no means no

yes means yes

but what about that

or what about this

we can sift through the worlds will,

the forces of nature, the devils party,

and our own problems and poor choices

to figure out what gods will is for us.

the bible speaks of gods will

and people follow it blindly;

they get tunnel vision.

while the will of god is in the bible,

it can't be found on a personal level

for our individual lives without deep levels

of analysis, prayer, and belief.

so we find it for ourselves,

and this is a good thing,

however, we were never meant

to find it,

which is why every love song is

more about hurt than anything.

so just stop.

just love.

do whatever,

just don't play the game.

but what about that

or what about this


We create truth from the heart - from the center
We are the dreamer who dreams and then lives inside that dream
We are safeguarded by the veil - all of us
But those who see must make it right
To keep the peace, listen to the owl


A memorable fancy...
I've been trying to make some money this week. starving artist. i've been selling my personal items on craigslist just to make a buck. I can't even sell some really good stuff at 5 dollars. special edition horror dvds, graphic novels, and i even posted my really nice, life size, porcelain la-catrina bust that i hand painted for 45 dollars. nothing. what is wrong with people? this is good stuff. i was getting frustrated. two people have contacted me for the dvds - one was a scam person who wanted me to ship him the movies and the other has yet to get back to me (and i was even going to give him a better deal) and i think all he wanted was to know my email address.

somehow i got into my head that someone (or something) is stopping me from getting money online. i want to blame it on my parents because i was talking with my dad and he kept telling me not to do this. he said he didn't want my heart to break because i might sell something that i would regret selling later, like my dawn of the dead dvd or something. but i instantly saw his heart and i knew intuitively that he didn't want me to sell my stuff online not because he thought it would break my heart but because he knew the items wouldn't sell. for whatever reason he knew. everybody knows i'm not materialistic. i don't care about ish unless it was a gift. i keep all the stuff my friends and family have given me. but the rest i'm selling. you can say my dad has no clue about who i am but i have lived with him for how many years now. playing dumb is not really an answer.

so time passes and i'm still not selling anything online. what is going on? who is pulling the strings here? I was getting angry. and when i get angry i do my best thinking. so i thought to myself i have to be one step ahead of everybody. if i can't sell really good stuff at 5 freaking dollars and i'm getting no responses (when there should be you'd think at 5 dollars) i will give it away free. now here there's many angles. free because i want to see if anybody responds or not. really valuable items for free should get me some hits and if it doesn't i'll know something is up. also free cause i'm a really good guy and i just want to make someone's day. but for that angle i have to really mean it for it to work. i must be selfless and not want anything in return.

that is the catch all win all scenario. nobody can really argue with that. i draw them out, it's good stuff, it's free, and it warms my heart in the process. giving away stuff is charity work.

I woke up the next morning tired and groggy from my meds. went on craigslist and checked my postings in the free section and then checked my email. i got two hits. one person wanted two graphic novels and another person wanted only the one. they gave me there phone numbers. i called them. the one girl said we could meet at walmart and it fell through with the other guy. the girl sounding nice and i'm sure this day was gonna work out all right. so i drove to walmart. she knew what i was wearing and would meet me in the garden section. she never showed. i sat there on the curb, in the rain, waiting and nothing. my books were getting wet so i had to go in and take some plastic bags and put the books in it. i started to get worried and afraid if this was some kind of set up. and when i get afraid i start seeing things. i saw two people in a truck drive by - dirty, grizzled, evil looking people. the truck was all beat up. the driver pulled over and the other guy got out. then he drove away. not 2 seconds later the same truck drove by and this time a girl got out of the truck. it was only a two seater. and with all this going on all the people going into walmart were all on there cellphones. i don't have a cell phone and wished i could call the girl to see if everything's ok. so i saw someone with a cell phone and he was nice and let me call her. she didn't answer. ok the hell with you lady. maybe she was there watching me the whole time from afar, just wanting to play some sick game. but then i thought i was a spy and maybe this whole day was meant for me to give this stranger with a cell phone her number. maybe he was like an angel and the girl who didn't show was like a demon.

i left walmart and decided to go to the mall and get a coffee and write some poetry. this was the new plan for me. just sit and write some poetry and not be bothered with the whole walmart thing. i bought a coffee, sat down in a nice little sitting area, and started to write. i was just sketching some stuff out, real rough. i figured i'd finish it properly at home. people were coming and going. but two girls sat down in the seats in front of me. i was trying not to look at them (or anybody) just focusing on my poetry. but i could tell the one girl really liked me and wanted to be seen. she was just distracting the hell out of me. i completely ignored her and said to myself it's all a game, she just wants to be noticed, nothing will come of it. i had to focus on my poetry. i'm not playing this game - besides where were you a million years ago when i was actually looking for someone?  why now, when i'm actually focusing on something else?  

so i finished the poem, left the mall, got a new pack of cigarettes and headed south. i was gonna go downtown. kill some more time. i keep seeing this freight truck, where ever i go, and on the side it says "whatever it takes". i keep thinking this is a personal message to me saying do whatever it takes. every time it drives by i notice that i'm in an indecisive moment about what to do next or where to go next. then i see it and i pick the more difficult choice.

got downtown, i parked, got another coffee, and finished the poem.

tomorrow gonna see if i get anymore hits on the free stuff or if it is all just another game.

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*i edited out the swear words

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below is wrong - i edited it out of the main post
we are just human beings, not children of angels

The devil is gone
but his children remain
but it is ok
the 3 angels along with the 5th angel help them
as there are 26 letters in the alphabet
there are 26 angels
but only 3 remain and sometimes 1 more
the devil corrupted the rest
we are all angels
children of the numbers and letters.
some of us are children of the corrupt fathers and mothers
and some of us are children of the remain 3 and 5

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deleted the whole girl rant thing
and added this
more to come next week most likely

We create truth from the heart - from the center
We are the dreamer who dreams and then lives inside that dream
We are safeguarded by the veil - all of us
But those who see must make it right
To keep the peace, listen to the owl

[endo]

I like it man!! Love to read more.

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thanks endo... it's been hell trying to come up with it all.