Death is a lie;
There is no such thing as to die;
We are always seeded in the “why?”
For if we look hard enough we can spy
A little white lie.
Do not fear
The cookie crumbling, dear,
For when we let it out from here
The nuance can steer
A wonderful realization that we came from here
To realize the tear
And eliminate the fear.
We are a sparkling sphere
Of energy heightened in here
So our only fear
Is to clear
The energy holding us down in here
And explode the codes of instinct to seer
Our energy clear.

Allow time to escape
And not to delineate
The fear
And the perpetual sphere
Of angry light
About who, which way, is right.
Our animal insight
Is being given a new delight
And it will perpetuate until the night
Has seen
An awesome clean
Of reverberation and glean
The milestone theme.
We are a perpetual dream.
Do not get lost in this machine.
For if our thought
Should be turned to naught
We will in essence be caught
And our purpose here,
Is to be sanguine and clear;
No sense leaving it all behind in here
For we might as well sear
The ancient animalistic fear
And bind the heartstone to clear
The ancient abominations, dear.
Be obsessed;
Be blessed;
But do not be distressed.
We are not like all the rest.

Credo
by
Joyce Cary

“…; that truth is only for the brave; that joy is only for those who do not fear to be alone; that life is only for the one who is not afraid to die.”

There is a new world energy code
About to be upload
And we will be feeling the energy from this code
As we explode
Our neurons and flows
To abysmal lows.
But our heartfelt throws
Will abscond
And descend from beyond
And our neural networks will not be harmed.
So as our energy flows
Our neural networks will be upload
And all harm shall be shifted and encode
To the proper load.
This abysmal fortunate flow
Will be stymied-
Just so you know-
We will be forever gifted and up-code
For the Higher, faster, cleaner codes.
God bless our new encode!
It is a blessing and new shift in our uploads
To filter our Higher codes.

Our codes of Light
Explore systems of Night
And when we are in our delight
We are given a heavier respite
For the sequence of our sight
Is not given any Light
Until we can bask in the darkness of our Night
And prosper all right.
We are given our only respite
When we bite
Off enough of the dark of Night
And give it a resurgence and a strike
Of awesome white beaming Light!

We are told
We are rather bold
But that is because we are very old!
And our system is a way of being sold
For the highest quantity of gold.
But can we percolate and explode
The awesome connector code?
For if we will
We will swallow the dirty little pill
And be off-code and ill;
We’d better just reject the bill
And take it to the landfill
Of dirty thoughts
Which can turn our bank roll into knots
Whereas we were never really caught
Until we ought
To pay the bill
Of disturbance and chill.
We are all making ourselves ill!
Just pay the bill
And be still.
We are our own root of kill
And being ill
Never pays the bill.

So go to code
Lift and upload
The awesome connector board
Which cuts through the room like a sword;
We are all connector boards
Caught in a knot
Of disturbance and distraught
For if we could only cut the knot
We would be un-taut
And blessings would pop
Such a disturbance caught.

Go to the door-
Explore your core
And let us out no more
To dream and bore
Such a disheartened chore.
We are ourselves no more.
For when we seek the Night
We determine our only spike
Is a blessing of hard-core Light.
Be relaxed and stream the Night;
It will give birth to Light.