The Endinity AstroFuckinity

Things coming your way,
Maybe it's not what they say,
 But the dark clouds coming every day.

And your opinion dashes through the sights of the remembering catapults,
Just a grey corner of your minds coming to light in the distant sky,
And the blue mountains of desperate cries,
Remind us of a peaceful moon in the culprit of the cults.

 I don't regret and I don't care,
Manipulators of the psychology of our emotions and mind,
Controllers of massive rain blind our eyes,
 There's no end to the war they fight,
In the philosophy of brainwashing the minds of society into a false utopian kind,
I don't feel the vibes neither on the left or the right,
 Flash away sister,
From the culprit to the stars,
 Let's die one more time!
Just one more time!

DANCING WITHIN

using System;

public class PoemCode

{

   private bool dancing_within()

   {

      Boolean me = true;

      while (dancing_within())

      {

         var iables_of_light = "";

         try { int elligently_to;

         object ify_the_world_apart; }

         catch (Exception s)

         {

            int o_the_broken_parts;

            throw; int o_the_seed_of_life;

         }

         Random ashes_of = new Random();

         float ing_devices;

         short age_of;

         char acter_will_never_let_you = 'b';

      }

      return me;

   }

}

code poems

Stand Up

There is a great possibility there will be a radical change maybe not in the realm of the material world, but surely in the realm of the spiritual world. What we could call: a consciousness change. In the world of the subconscious there is a great need in humanities and the world per se. This "need" of change will materialize, cause that's how the universe works and humans are not a simple thing and will not exctinct just like that. We are on our way to a great salvation and we don't know yet. All i know is there is a path for everything, there is a path for humans, and any path we take sooner or later will take us to the final row. There is no time for sitting down or staying down, time for stand up is now, time for change is now, you will be moved by the forces of the universe, everything conspires for you to do something about it. The time is Now.

Cuarto Paso

Nadie nos prohibió sentarnos en las bancas de la verdad, acomodarnos plenamente en una segura realidad. Cuando la ola vino nos llevó con ella hacia el caos de la destrucción de nuestro acoplamiento con la tierra. Psicológicamente, el vacío tenía que predecir un viento infernal, caídas de árboles, ángeles amarrados a los edificios y centuriones cortaban cabezas de humanos para entregarlas a la madre serenidad.

La censura que se impuso previno siglos de angustia que pudieron haber recordado un hecho imprecedente, aquel de la rebelión hacia los gobiernos, la desaparición de las fronteras, la revolución de la información y la conexión a la red mundial. La mente es el aparato más evolucionado y orientado para la consciencia universal. El ser supremo entre nosotros pudo haber modificado nuestra generalidad y haber susurrado los pasos a los que debíamos de avanzar. Es una trecha enorme entre la mentira y la verdad.

En cuanto a las naciones y los gobiernos todos cayeron bajo una sola autoridad mundial. Religiones relincharon y quejaron perdiendo terreno en la existencia de la psico-tecnología espiritual. Personas fueron deplazadas de sus tierras, llevadas a la faz donde no había nada más. El movimiento de la corriente nos mueve conscientemente porque Dios es consciente, ve todo y puede manejar. Dios es un ser humano o puede ser un anti-cristo sin remordimiento ni piedad. La verdad es que el poder que se maneja un Dios es aquel del despertar. Dios está en todo aunque solo sea una palabra y no una realidad.

Second Step

I feel like the end is close, i don't how long or how much. I am not pushing or pulling things i just feel part of my own destruction. The places I've been, the people I've talked to, it all makes sense. We are in perfect harmony to make this true. I have been waiting for long for this moment. At the same time it just feels like death and there is an empty place for my heart to pull the strings together. I may be a leader of a small group of followers and the end is near. I won't tell and i won't suggest, i just think the best way to solve this is by changing it. You may understand now that the only thing i know i am talking about is the fulfilling of the prophecy. It's been a long way to this optimal point in existence where we find ourselves facing the destroyable, the oppressed, the commence of omega point. To reach the complete openness of consciousness, to connect with the eternal, to transcend death, immortality of the soul, immortality of the eternal. We are the minuscule and we are the immense, the soul of the abstract and the sensation of what is material. Second step is all about running to the edge, holding it, breathing, sensing, alerting, awaking to infinity, being ready to learn: embracing the incoming. By the very best and the very few, we must connote the path of the bewildered, command upon the species and guide it to the end. We don't know whether the human species must survive or not, it doesn't matter anymore, what matters is the transition of this universe, changing in the multiverse and the expansion of consciousness. The soul of life is at the bridge of death, that is the place we hang, a small venue nothing fits, nothing senses. To make sense we must cover our asses and walk upon the magic of the forest. You cannot handle everything, one thing, maybe another, that is all there is. Don't find it too heavy, just let it be light, to travel faster, to become light. The rest is up to you, we have no time, it doesn't exist, we remain and we don't know nothing else, our purpose: the prophecy. We care not for nothing else, we know nothing more. End and out.

Primer paso

Si dejamos de ver hacia el horizonte vemos hacia atras. Producimos lo que queremos y sanamos la sal. El mundo avanza hacia adelante y nosotros no queremos mas, plata para los pobres, simpatia hacia los demas. Procuramos volver pero existe el deslizamiento de eventos sin gravedad. El mundo avanza y nosotros vamos hacia atras. La dictonomia no explica el motivo de todas las razones, debemos empezar a procurar, existe una razon y esa es la de acabar. Mientras MAS acabemos MAS vamos a realizar: hay que dar y dar hasta mas ya no dar. Este es el punto final, todo termina aqui, el fin es una realidad, es el acoplamiento de la ruta perdida a una realidad, voz en alto, cero piedad, las esculturas de la verdad romperan contra el castillo de lo real, muere muere sanidad. El comienzo del final, un hecho sin precedentes que apuntan a la evolucion de la humanidad. Suerte para todos, suerte para mi verdad.

Welcome

Destiny. The God within our souls that bounces within the limits of existence. True or not, this is the end... and... the beginning... of it all. I am talking about pleasure, monkeys, god and cells. Make up for what is left of this council and breathe. The world is no paradise, it is the relationships of truth, matter and sufuckation. I am happy that this is happening, i am happy everything is happening, for, what is worst, we are the cell, we are the ones who will set it all apart, we are demi-gods ready to pluralize the sunset of madness. Make it an offer or let it be, for when the night sets the sun, the clouds will shine and the dead will rise, we will fly and death will start...

I hope we bring no meaning to the sentence, blushed with reason and insanity, for the cures that you find within are the bandages of the helpless, disintegrating into million pieces of gold creatures willing to find the end. Instead of, becoming, we destroy the creation and create, the destruction. Peace was a hopeless being, banished from the earth to become man. Now he humbles away in the desert, looking for water from the rain as he stumbles upon a girl, ready to eat his brains.

The path that has been chosen wills a creature, the axis of eternity that was offered as a sacrifice to the gods that never cleared the ocean of me. Ride away insanity, wish well upon your desires, wish well upon the sounds of nature, wish well and be well.

There is only one memory that is not recognized, that is the printing of the cells, neuronality and beginnings, morphological astrofinity, it becomes the light, light that shines for us, for nothing more than our eyes.