Hells New Arena

Mastered the craft of KD, nuggets & ramen noodles. GOOD TO GO

Age 35 & already have more of a deepened understanding than the world’s best scholars trying to decipher ancient Brahman sutras.

Born into a world where my whole childhood was to tip toe around my mom’s and be there for her after abusive John’s. Hugging away fears while we’re both numb overflowing with tears after each attack occurs.

& yet my face muscles still get to be sore almost everyday from smiling & laughing surrounded by beautiful hearted humans like “SHUT UP THIS KNEE SLAPPIN HURTS!!!!”

In chaos, I bloom, ever since this crack babies misshapen birth.

Wrong me or use me now & I just let karma do it’s thing.

Why is it the best lovers end up with those who kick our bodies, hearts and emotions around like an infinite game of soccer?

Why did we have to learn that the best abuser’s paint their victims after they discard them as miscreant marauders?

So for all the others like us my tears & emotions will always intentionally burn through these pages come hell or high water.

Opens portals while he feels hearts & reads minds. Leaving those malicious emotionally immature souls riddled with loving intentions & peace signs.

I am no saint though, sometimes, I still slaughter them. But I'm getting better at picking my battles.

Wind waves of their own sin blades but these ones don’t miss their mark. Even while they cower & hide it still hits em in their vitals.

Don’t even need to be in their presence. My power grows the more I go within & give form to my emotions transmuting through these recitals.

Entice Christians to burn Bibles.

Resurrected an ancient Pantheon from inside these very same dwellings of Om.

Can keep living in this hell infinitely or we can work inside and make our way to places we get consciously summoned. To unconditional love’s fire lit mountain top beyond.

Keeps getting better at who he chooses to share his energy with. Boundaries keep getting more firm, held kinder & more strong.

Got better at how he chooses to share his words through academia because he knows now how they spell.

Used to feel diaphragm punches from space during a spiritual psychosis that would rock em outside his outer shell.

Now he gets to help lost souls find their own light & rise outta hell.

Imploding one’s schemas mass cognitive dissonance doomed to soon be Hells New Arena. My main objective's to shift brains & certain individuals perspectives into malleable wet bags of laundry.

An ancient swordsman who gets to give so called energy healers & psychics foul fortunes after making it to the army.

Better run, I was raised by wolves. I now have the skillset that makes a narcissist shut up & bite their own tongue.

My seeds devour fast.

Makes em run off slandering, left with their grain of sand in life’s infinite karmic hourglass.

Wish got granted & now a manifestation master so he must rise to the task assigned with Divine purpose.

Came a very long way from almost every single day for decades being beaten, abused & told he’s a retarded dumb fuck, a waste of space & YOU ARE SO FUCKING WORTHLESS.

Still coping with my crutch & on these cold winter days, my bestie Stella’s still with me in a thermos.

I haven’t even made it back to meditating diligently again yet & the whole world already knows to burn churches.

Words more potent than the needles I saw being used regularly growing up hypodermic.

Judgement will inevitably come for us all eventually & the truth shall set us free is the verdict.

Just a bonehead with a dream, no idea why the stars chose me.

No idea why there's still to this day comical irony in someone owning a rosary.

Now he gets to learn from & walk with titans.

You hear it in his poems and how they enlighten.

How some cower, downvote & feel attacked while the real ones brighten.

You feel it in his flow like some gracefully insane skilled form.

Still have fucking nightmares from having to hold only one of my still borns.

007 used to be my favorite n64 game now Golden Eye walks with me like some ominous master spirit.

Gave birth to these pope slappin lyrics & that bitch ass don't even need to hear it.

Lost my life one too many times by those I love who left me breathless after being strangled.

Perhaps I always got to overlook this worlds greed ran feeble minded ways because I always got to see it from Sun’s angle.

Stuck between realms, above the clouds where a rainbow aura & white flames are darkness enshroud.

Where only the living legends past, present & future get Graced permission & their access is allowed.