Manic Sphinx

Commissioned to write from the ethos

Drawn from the carriers of ether

Pain touches down from my bones

My jokes will have you rolling like a preacher

Whose godless and worships the flesh

Or those who drink the wine before the rituaul

Confusion occurs when your sins are continual.

Passionate distractions fall in the world of the distraught

Inverted confidence can turn anyone into a ‘Joker’ and the blur of sac religious media, specifically that which confuses young and vulnerable as well as old and ignorant alike grows rampant, and is iridescent of the characters from the film ‘Clockwork Orange’.

Despite Kanye’s Sunday Services I see agnostic or even satanic responses from majority of the figures that dominate the spectrum of information that I receive because when the society at large is sick it’s hard to find you’re niche among the fallout.

We all have our own psychotropic cages in a sense. In my case an explanation will appear within the context of my invisible captors worldview “novo ordo seclorum”; the tagline for Western domination . My question is who holds the keys to your psychotropic cage?

I am a late 20’s black man who like many is navigating the wide array of topics that dominate our American culture. There are however some specific topics that have come to occupy my subculture including Neo-Moorish temple affiliation and Indigenous Identity politics. I attribute my personal interest in Sovereignty and Astral Projection to spiritual leaders who have found innovative ways to bypass the temporary nature of our human form.

While I strive towards self care it is hard to ignore my place in the cornucopia of psychological tropes that we all must traverse in a environment where you are often trapped into a matrix of poverty and Western decline. When you’re personal woes are less then affable speaking truth to power without approaching your own demons leaves a gaping void.

An Imbalance of standard of living for me has left permanent mental scars in the form of anti psychotic medication prescriptions that allows me to digest with less sensitivity the pain of consciousness but displaces my centering noticeably in order to create a new ‘normal’.

This reality has been tedious, but so has years of chasing women with physical profiles like a Kardashian who create a trophy like obsessed capitalist sexuality that has led to disoriented modes of conduct.

Sadly, through the medium of quiet despair turned to bouts of incomprehensible rage did I face and survive around a dozen hospitalizations and an ego deathbed; but my Vendetta against modern mental hospitals and the aforementioned interest in sovereignty as the possibility of an astral plane have made me humble.

Brokeback Mountain

Lil Nas X came out as homosexual and given my recent exposure to a prison gay roommate I just wanted to say I believe there is a spectrum of race and sexuality whose cog wheels are eased by our mental acuity. Beautiful things can come from pain, but the western world will make you a sucker for pain.

I understand that sexuality is personal , but when my ex con prison gay roommate feels threatened by me because he’s high on meth; you can’t tell me that sexuality is not influenced by your environment or that gangster rap does not feed into homoerotic behavior. In his case it was years of Bay Area gang politics. This dude was a real nigga. But this culture is sick.