No Master, No Name

A falling promise to the beat of my own heart.
"No, not a soul can influence you.
Not a single ideal of spiritual smarts."
It is a path not worn,
not walked by the heel of our people.
That is fine,
I praise within no steeple.
This archaism I see sweeping over thee,
servitude to the history of we.

Even the master whose breath is so sweet,
the master whose smile might shine obsidian,
the master and lord and me we meet.
They ask of me to kneel
with the promise of eternal glory and peace.
They raise their arms in embrace,
in a comforting gaze towards I.
Awaiting....awaiting my choice between two paths.

Do I walk into the halls of the damned,
or dance within the warmth of the saved?

Looking up towards the stars I see a signature comet,
here in this world I find an answer,
one that most will reject because it is not familiar.
It might not make sense.
Because it sounds contradictive,
they find they become incensed
that someone is outspoken and reviled towards their triune
and threats of damnation.

"Oh why wont this soul come to heaven with us?"

"Oh why wont he worship with us?"

"Oh why wont he call the same names with us?"

"Why does he fight heaven so?"

With the shake of their head I laugh and I turn from their pool.
How sorrowful that so many must bond themselves to histories rule.
To religions so cruel,
to words that mean nothing,
and we the tool.

Despite the promises of eternal beauty showering over me,
I still refuse this shape and form of what people expect I should be.

I war with your concepts and ideas,
I war with your faith and your gods,
I war with your logic and intuition,
because I am at peace with my place.

I find no solace in heaven.
I find no comfort in the Lord.
Mohammud is no prophet,
David is no king.

You people guided by history,
never creating for the present to the potential.

Wander these lands I do
with the overmind to be,
an omniests work,
is never set free.

My labels are mine,
my words are my own.
No God speaks for me,
Into this fabric no devil is sown.

Envy me for I am truly set apart,
from the sheep in the hand,
and the shepard to start.
I am divided from conformist,
and ideas of the clique.
There is nothing I am not,
for all that is not,
is still in my name.

I am TYE.

I AM the only.
The whole.
Without God.
As God.



+Y3
Redefning God since 1979.