When you live with the critic
It makes life more difficult
The roommate from hell
Who never applied for the space
Just moved on in
And won't shut the **** up

Looking over your shoulder
Pointing out
Everything your doing that's
Stupid and wrong
Turning the mirror into a
Toxic reflection pool
Telling scary stories
About who you've never been
&
Should have been

Insomnia & anxiety wrapped up
in a gigantic cringe,
a gift, no doubt.


The battle is a finger puzzle
The more you struggle
The more painfully stuck
You become

Continually looping
While trying to make it stop.

And it never does.

I don't listen to the critic much
any more
It comes and goes
And that's okay
With me
In the end
Peaceful acceptance is all I
Try to remember.

Decision triggers fate
like a fuse ignites a bomb

Priming every choice we make
— until all karma’s gone

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)

I reiterate what I said before
I need no gender nor ethnicity to block my logical judgement
I am human
and I know right from wrong

I will not put anyone in darkness
I refuse to **** anyone
Just think of a world
where everyone thought like me
Hate would no longer cause misery

All of your religious reasoning
Exist in a fog
The law of love are lost
I seen it through your eyes
When I was one of you.

I read that book of hate and death several times and each additional time it ****** more and more spiritual energy from me
It’s clearly a book of supremacy
The chosen ones only matter
Why would god write a book in the devil’s handwriting?

Look where remembering
“The Sons of Amalekite”
has brought us.
How about remembering to love instead?