AFFIRMATION
By Jeffrey Knoble
The mathematics for today is to love all humanity, praise
to the Sun, moon and stars, and the void of everything in between. Blessed
be to the highest self, the self development from the beginner to the
Highest peak of the conscious self. Living life to the fullest, blessed
And praising every conscious step. Loving life, from the pain, suffering
Turns to the greatest lessons. I commit to my self disciplines, I
Surrender to all forms of change that is inevitable. My thoughts
Are the universe that dwells within me, so I’m conscious of my
Thoughts so I don’t manifest any wrong doing upon myself of
Others. I am in control of my mental universe, my free mind fly’s
Hight threw the dimensions of time, through all forms of existence
From the caged physical body I break free from all of the
Material stress. I am free, I am free, I am free, where the
Average human mind peaks, that’s just the beginning for me
Think deep and breathe freely, ask questions and never
Settle for less, constantly make the human mind progress
Love the ones who don’t love their self, be the blessing in
Their lives to feed them the knowledge that will unlock the
Secret of life’s purpose. Do to others as I want done to me
Love freely, speak easy, and transform anyone around me
That needs my assistance, peace.
HOPELESS
By Jeffrey Knoble
I’m living the life of a lie, saying I wanna die
But it’s the hope and flicker of light inside that keeps
Me to strive. I’m living a life with life, with the
Sentence that will put a frown man to his knees with tears
Running down his cheeks, ready to bend and be weak going
Against all virtues, values and morals that he was raised
Up on since a teen. The man with false hope, at the end
Of his rope, knowing the reality of his situation but trying
To be naïve to the fact of his totality. That he will never
See the streets, feel the loving touch of a woman or
Procreating to make a family. Being just a burden to his
Friends and family, easing his pain by sending him
J pays that alleviates the constant struggle to
Maintain. I’ma fuck up, saddening to say, could never
See past the streets, violence and chaos was all that
Was alluring to me. The Karma and the aftermath turned
To selfish ways of a poisonous narcissistic mind frame,
Putting me in a obviation of the abyss till my dying
Days. Contaminated feeling foul, the voices of
Hopelessness screaming inside, but the flicker of light
Peaks out; it’s my inner child yelling “LET ME OUT”…
THOUGHTS
By Jeffrey Knoble
Thought provoking agitator confronting unconscious
Oppression. Man living on his knees’ oppressed, marginalized, siding
With his oppressor. All around him is the underprivileged and micro
Aggressions. Facing the world with the cards stacked against
Him, blinded and lost, so he don’t see the unconscionable
Bias all around. Rise up and slay the master, real eyes realize
Real lies. Until the eyes are opened he will fall into the same
Trap, same hood winked dreams that’s promised him of a food
Life. As he shuffles around with the blinders on pealing threw
The keyhole lost in the fog, the revolving door is well greased
With good intentions. His best friend is the prison industries –
Mass incarceration because he don’t learn the lesson. Being
Cattle to the state, cash on delivery job security. So far gone
Lost with no expectancy, to make it out of this conscious
State of stupidity. The brain is void with no vacancy.
Thoughts.
Transcendence
By Jeffrey Knoble Jr.
I’m trying to make sense of nonexistence, I’m trying to make sense of my existence, I can’t breathe being stuck in all these prisons, listening to my heartbeat, trying to find my way, but myself induced pain trapped me in a cage for eternity. My physical being got reduced to a memory, I died but I’m living in a state of mind that doesn’t coexist to these physical remedies. Trying to pick up the pieces that used to be my sanity, making small sense of this plain to break free from these oppressive frequencies. The microcosm lesser of the greater enemies, the evil tendencies. Trapped in the mind of my own prison, manifesting my ghosts into reality, that are haunting me trying to bring me into totality… stop, breathe… But I enhanced my being, caught a glimpse of the pre-recorded plain, my mentals levitating now so come flow with me. From the pain turned to my enlightened ways, know the meaning behind time to the illusion of the broken maze. The mental universe that will contradict this existence, catch the lessons behind this, the state of mind is the reality of self. The mental dominance of the Firestarter that manifests the elements of the hidden worlds around. Time is non-existent, the construct of the man, like the mind that once said we will adapt to the resistance. Detachment and deep thought will enlighten the ways to my greater existence, transcendence.
I
By Jeffery Knoble Jr.
I’m not the physical, I’m the soul trapped in this cage trying to balance the rage with inner demonic possession clouding myself perceptions. Living in hell with my selfish motivations and the state of mind trying to be complacent. The Formality is the demons I’m battling feel like my peace, mind and the angels working in mysterious Ways. The violence and the aggressions see the DNA signs embedded, praying on my weakness, because they see my true nature. So, am I fooling myself and going against nature’s law? Or am I unbalanced and unable to face the truth which will never lead me to my perfection? The enlightenment to transcend to the seven-eleven.
Smile for Me
By Jeffrey Knoble, Jr.
Let the rain come down, wash away this pain down the drain to purify my thoughts so I don’t go insane. Let the rain come down, let the sun peak out to clear the clouds of consciousness dissipating my foggy vision. Just smile for me, smile so long to manifest abundance bringing positivity for my life permanently. Vibrate and think deep manifesting my thoughts into reality, the past is the past, cracks throughout the rearview mirror filled with suffer and regret that I need never to last. Just smile for me, wash away the pain, kiss the scars that have driven me insane. Let the rain come down, to purify this rage mixed with suicidal ideology, mental illness deceiving my clarity. I’m confused! This age is not my age, as I look in the mirror hating everything that stares back at me. Just smile for me, shed the false reality into the microcosm I want to be. The freedom of those in my future, releasing me out into the world as a teacher, reprogramming the ones living in a false reality that I once lived. Just smile for me just be there for me, uncorrupt my brain, lift me out of the gutter where I presently be. This mental is scattered with thought, permanent scars, toxic brain waves induced by drug abuse and illness from my DNA. Obsessively compulsive thinking thoughts needing to put a bullet through my brain. I’m tired and need sleep, the sleep I need to be the reincarnation reset button to escape this reality. Typing in a cheat code to vanish this sentence trapping me in this microcosm permanently. Just smile for me, everything will be okay, let the rain wash away the pain, rewrite your future and forgive yourself so it doesn’t drive you insane. Easier said than done. My life’s been in vain, hurting the ones that tried to help constantly pushing them away. Now I’m trapped in this cage for the remainder of my days, living only as a systematic slave. Just smile for me, the lessons on this journey are to be kind to yourself, love yourself physically and internally on the darkest days, go deep within the brain to seek the light that will push you through. My only friend that will be there to the very end loving me infinitely until we take our last breath. So my internal voice keeps saying, just smile for me, just smile for me, just smile for me. So I smile and maintain.
Tears of a Lifer
By Jeffrey Knoble, Jr.
It’s the tears of a lifer, trapped in the abyss of never-ending waiting with false hope that keeps people going on. It’s the never-ending cycle of the clock with no hands and the illusion that time will heal a man. It’s the nihilism of the empty man, the blank stare that’s conditions himself against all pressures. It’s the cage of the soulless vessel of the ghost in the shell and the shell that is ghost less. It’s the mind and body that’s adapted to the conditions of the abyss wandering darkly. The odds stacked against where the house always wins, the seed of the poisonous tree, the teachings as a child that’s made him incapable to see past the streets. It’s the cultural teachings that manipulated and diminished the thought of freedom. The societies that boxed you out into the microcosm that was meant to be a part of their plan into the conspiracy fact to shut out all freedom of individuality, to conform to the masses or be cast out by the sheep. But it’s just the tears and the thoughts of a lifer, just got to stay strong, maintain until I weather the storm. I’m just living in the matrix, of never-ending déjà vu, where the past repeats and the days are the same but a different date. It’s the clock on the wall with no hands, counting down for no man, not rehabilitating with plans, into the thought that one day I will be free? But what is free? Free from the body that governs the mind, freedom of thought, freedom of self, the mind that’s ready to transcend into the greatness of thyself, peace.
Insanity
By Jeffrey Knoble, Jr.
Roaming around these tunnels of insanity, where the past repeats and the motion of déjà vu constantly moves in a circle. There are multiple cracks in the concrete, where the flowers try to grow but the oppression blocks the light and they die at the seed. It’s the forgotten society of the faceless, the man who once had a face but no longer because that’s what he embraced. It’s the imbalance of the thought process, where he’s stuck and volunteers his own nails for his coffin. It’s the ideology of social media, the teaching and the upbringing that brainwashed all his senses. So it’s the love that is loveless, the motion that is motionless, the home that is homeless, into the face that is blank because it suffers from insanity. Stuck in the turn of the system, where it turns to the road but the destination is the beginning, the new world of another prison, where you roam the halls trying to make sense of your existence. The bright days are the darkest, but as the night falls it’s the peace of mind that he embraces. The quiet, relaxing dreams that reminded him of childhood memories where he didn’t know about insanity, about the cracks in the concrete or the oppression that has him living on his knees. Due to polarity, so from dark there will always be light, the duality of his lessons will constantly give him more strength to fight, so one day those dreams become a manifestation of his physical reality.
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