Pen-Powered Insanity

[The Eternal Warrior]

They called me weak
they called me a pussy
they called me a little girl
pursued my humility
indignity after indignity
taunting and disrespecting
hit after hit as they tried to destroy me
but I'm still standing
the hits keep coming
but I keep gaining
pain and suffering seeking and obliterating
every sense of mine and failing
as I grow spiritually and mentally
far beyond the majority of humanity
just by trying to be loving and caring
and I think I'm succeeding
I must be for they try so hard to destroy me
otherwise, why would 'they' take me so seriously
as a threat to their dominancy of depravity
their senseless insanity
mental incompetency
irrationality
hardcore brutality
and I'm still standing
one hand beckoning...
Hit me.

[The Eternal Warrior]

Crappy picture is crappy picture. haircut looks better than it looks, it's just the angle and the lighting that make it look bad. And, I only paid 5 bucks for it to another homeless dude, so... Only out five bucks and my hair will grow back. Just got tired of the curls and the length at the moment. I also obviously shaved off my goatee, which will also grow back.

[The Eternal Warrior]

I wish you would step back
From that ledge my friend
You could capsize with all the lies
That you've been living in
And if you do not want to see me again
I would understand, I would understand
The angry boy a bit too insane
Icing over a secret pain
You know you don't belong
You're the first to fight
You're way too loud
You're the flash of light on a burial shroud
I know something's wrong
Well everyone I know has got a reason
To say put the past away
I wish you would step back
From that ledge my friend
You could capsize with all the lies
That you've been living in
And if you do not want to see me again
I would understand, I would understand
Well he's on the table and he's gone to code
And I do not think anyone knows
What they're doing here
And your friends have left you
You've been dismissed
I never thought it would come to this
And I, I want you to know
Everyone's got to face down the demons
Maybe today
You could put the past away
I wish you would step back from
That ledge my friend
You could capsize with all the lies
That you've been living in
And if you do not want to see me again
I would understand, I would understand
I would understand, I would understand
I would understand, I would understand
Can you put the past away

[The Eternal Warrior]

Blood for blood, sweat for sweat, tears for tears
eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth; fear for fear
fair exchange must be metered and measured
friends should not keep track of what is owed each other
of the direct give and take
some have more than others
some times its the sentiment and ability to commiserate
as long as you try
as long as you think
share and share alike
don't take too much for granted any thing
every thing both a curse and blessing
a double-edged sword that can be deadly
respect and love will get you far; truly
and are hard to impale yourself on
their hurts worth bearing
their lessons worth learning
as much as they can hurt; suffering deadening
they're toughening and hardening
and many give up; lose themselves
can buckle under cruelty and sell
in stinted sanity everything they chose not to remember
to try and be free from pain instead of bearing the brunt of the torture
forgetting too much; losing too much; as they were torn asunder
turned and shut off, became numb and dead under the pressure
and I've been there
but grieving is a part of the process
crying and mourning a necessity for the success
to follow after
Until you get to a point
where things just don't affect you the same
and you know you got there
that you didn't become as twisted as so many others
that you learned enough to break through
to be able to go through it all again, if you have to
and that is strength; that is power
that you give not a thought toward abuse
that is how to be hard in softness
how to be brutal, but only for a just cause
and everything makes perfect sense
as it drifts into place and settles in
and even the worst comes into crystal clarity
in quiet solitude; God's loving mercy

[The Eternal Warrior]

[The Eternal Warrior]

[The Eternal Warrior]

Gnats are little bitches. That is all.

[Ultimate Philosophy 1001]

phred, what other forums are you on/ This one has seemed to have castrated my PM's.

[The Eternal Warrior]

phred, what other forums are you on/ This one has seemed to have castrated my PM's.

None. My days of forum-hopping are long-gone. I used to be on many, would join the forums wherever I went, but, after many bouts of retardism on behalf of so many others and the dissolution of community value and conversation, devolving bullshit, I put it all in the past.

[The Eternal Warrior]

There is no reason to hope or pray
For heaven, beyond hell, to stay
No reason or rhyme to say
With truth, the promises will bend that way
If my death is the seal upon my blood as the wax
Of important lessons and secrets in letter form of parchment manifest
That I doubt any still understand what these things mean
Then such troubled times as these will have me breathe my last
With no end in sight of hell given dominance of this nightmare ridden troubled dream

For if God and his are the hell to those that outnumber and give louder voices
Then heaven is already lost and shan't be reclaimed through so many fever-ridden half-cohesive choices
As we tear each other apart, where nothing makes sense
As reason is so far lost as to be meaningless
And war waged and raging makes impossible the sorting of the assortment
Words laying down to visions surrounding
To manipulators and machinists undoing in the moment every moment
As to weave together false moments and false perceptions
That we're supposed to lose to all for their laughs and their power
And god forbid we do what comes natural and flower
God forbid we be ourselves as they claim that they are themselves
As they dance the dance of puppets
As they claim us hypocrites

When did it get so complicated, concave and complex
Is it not still so Simple?
Caved in on itself, even seeming good is evil for no reason out of context
When seen in black and white without knowledge of bias, prejudice and irrational hate
As predators and prey cohabitate in the same space

And through all this we are supposed to survive
That is my kingdom come, my will be done
The best it could be done
For how many refused responsibility
Refused to transcend the games they played to enjoy life together
Wanted selfish gains for selfish reasons and so they refused to play nice
And it was all like that before I even got here
So how was I supposed to change it magically with the snap of a Finger?
Which was never my goal, realism and practicality have often been my treasure
People just want their fantasies, never cared about my realities
And wondered why I didn't condemn and crucify their enemies
They wondered why I didn't judge and sentence to eternal hellish punishments
And hated when I told them to imagine eternity beyond these memory moments

But words are quickly growing stale
Not enough good ones, you see, and there the majority failed
Allowing others to do their hard work for them
Instead of rolling up their sleeves to do it with them
Caught with their pants around their ankles, begging us not to rape them
After having raped us so many times as to not even be tragedy anymore
As to simply be beyond redemption, as they raped us and called us whores

I rather pity them, those who don't know the wrath of the Lord is upon them
Those who thought themselves 'on top' of the situation
And those words are wasted sentimentality, a byproduct of things I'm used to saying
For i have no pity left, no sympathy left to waste
Only just death on the wind for them to scent and taste
As it chases them steadily and they begin to feel fear
And as it heightens, they may begin to hear
All the words they ran from
All the screams of torture, of the mayhem

And may they then know fear of the Lord, fear of the I Am, fear of me
May they then know what it is to be terrorstricken beyond their ability to even move
To be stuck, fucked, out of luck

God fuck them, every last one
And let the devil sort them out.

[Ultimate Philosophy 1001]

For those of you who didn't understand Random's poem, Let me break it down.

Trixie's views and goals.
1. Doesn't eat meat, because she is an empath who cares about other life-forms.
2. Lifelong goal is to cure cancer, blindness, cure ugliness, stupidity, and sexual frustration with the DnA machine.

Random Factor's views and goals.
1. Eat's meat, claims because he is poor, but let's ask him if he still ate meat before he was poor.
2. Lifelong goal is to cure the internet of Trolls.

[The Eternal Warrior]

For those of you who didn't understand Random's poem, Let me break it down.

Trixie's views and goals.
1. Doesn't eat meat, because she is an empath who cares about other life-forms.
2. Lifelong goal is to cure cancer, cure blindness, cure ugliness, stupidity, and sexual frustration with the DnA machine.

Random Factor's views and goals.
1. Eat's meat, claims because he is poor, but let's ask him if he still ate meat before he was poor.
2. Lifelong goal is to cure the internet of Trolls.

I'm really glad I'm not as stupid as you're being, because when you finally pull your head out of your asstwat, youre really going to hate yourself. Trying to make me angry and only causing yourself to rage. You're going to snap and break and kill yourself or cause someone else to do so.

[Ultimate Philosophy 1001]

For those of you who didn't understand Random's poem, Let me break it down.

Trixie's views and goals.
1. Doesn't eat meat, because she is an empath who cares about other life-forms.
2. Lifelong goal is to cure cancer, cure blindness, cure ugliness, stupidity, and sexual frustration with the DnA machine.

Random Factor's views and goals.
1. Eat's meat, claims because he is poor, but let's ask him if he still ate meat before he was poor.
2. Lifelong goal is to cure the internet of Trolls.

I'm really glad I'm not as stupid as you're being, because when you finally pull your head out of your asstwat, youre really going to hate yourself. Trying to make me angry and only causing yourself to rage. You're going to snap and break and kill yourself or cause someone else to do so.

Wow, looks like you're talking, but no actual facts, logic, or reason or argument is coming out. Must suck not know how to do logic and reason.

[The Eternal Warrior]

I know logic and reason pretty well. You keep relying on things to lift you up that you keep doing battle against. That's bound to work against you at some point. You're trying to believe that there's a path of avoidance out of where you are, that there's always a way out and being told what you want to hear because you keep not accepting the truth and prefer different reasoning that doesn't match what you're about.

It's the tradeoff. Up to previously, my life has been like Charlie brown and the football as its set up for me to kick only to have it yanked out at the last minute, while you've been having legit successes that have been nothing but easy wins until I came along and gave you a challenge. Now, the roles are switched due to actual merit and no amount of works done in the fashion you're pursuing are being considered worthy of merit at this point, to be shown to be vastly outshone. You're just not used to the repeated losses and it's not expected for you to be. This is not supposed to be pleasant for you. Spoiler, the football gets yanked away right as youre about to kick it. You'll continue falling for the trick anyway.

[The Eternal Warrior]

I guarantee that none who stand against me are going to last the long term.

[Ultimate Philosophy 1001]

I know logic and reason pretty well. You keep relying on things to lift you up that you keep doing battle against. That's bound to work against you at some point. You're trying to believe that there's a path of avoidance out of where you are, that there's always a way out and being told what you want to hear because you keep not accepting the truth and prefer different reasoning that doesn't match what you're about.

It's the tradeoff. Up to previously, my life has been like Charlie brown and the football as its set up for me to kick only to have it yanked out at the last minute, while you've been having legit successes that have been nothing but easy wins until I came along and gave you a challenge. Now, the roles are switched due to actual merit and no amount of works done in the fashion you're pursuing are being considered worthy of merit at this point, to be shown to be vastly outshone. You're just not used to the repeated losses and it's not expected for you to be. This is not supposed to be pleasant for you. Spoiler, the football gets yanked away right as youre about to kick it. You'll continue falling for the trick anyway.

I've never had much success in life so your post is boring bullshit.

[The Eternal Warrior]

Youve had a lot of success in getting others to shut up or resort to insults. You've had a lot of success in getting around 'no's'. You've had a long run with how you've been acting being acceptable and that is a success even though a failure.

You keep trying to tell me that what I do is wrong, how I do it is wrong, just like so many others. You all drop the same hints, the same tell tales. And, not just wrong, but weak, or lame. But, we all know it's not wrong, you all hope I succeed, you hate how I make you feel and how you react to it, you know by now that I'm not weak or lame or boring, but cant seem to help yourselves try to disrespect me and my work. Make fun of me repeating myself, being patient and tolerant, seeming to bite the bait, but refuse so much other bait that would actually cause me to ruin myself.

And, not even the dangerous street people could threaten and bully me into giving up on what I know to be true and right. Not even outright threat of death. I don't get intimidated and I don't get scared.

Some day down the road it'll fully click for you and you'll be disgusted at yourself for all of the disrespect that you've dished on me and my work. I already know that you at least, Trixie, know how valuable it actually is. Priceless. No sale value, tough to sell in a world where lies are the only sellable material.

I'm going to toughen your weak asses up or kill you in the process, is what it actually boils down to. If anything is going to kill me or hurt me or kill or hurt my works, I'm going to make it hard as possible for them to actually succeed. They shouldn't find it easy to do.

And, when I get done with you bitches and break through your god damn Insults and bullshit, you'll know what it means to actually be strong. Strong enough to not care if you're seen as weak or not. Let your enemies step to you, get right up close to you, continue seeing the good in them, combat the bad when they take you for a fool, tolerance and patience to a degree, the strength to turn backing down without looking like a bitch into an art form.

An art form you've seen repeated and still breaks free of patterns of predictability, which you've been copying and mimicking to mixed measures of success and failure. You'll get to where you want to be with it and it still won't be what you want or how you want it.

Think I'm foolish to train and teach my enemies? When they come at me, all I have to do is let go of my thoughts and keep my eyes open and wits about me to learn anything new that they've come up with.

[Ultimate Philosophy 1001]

Youve had a lot of success in getting others to shut up or resort to insults. You've had a lot of success in getting around 'no's'. You've had a long run with how you've been acting being acceptable and that is a success even though a failure.

Not really no. Only once or two I got a lesbian to fuck me, it was humiliating, had to beg, wasn't hot like being humiliated by a dominatrix. Not proud of it, didn't feel like I accomplished anything besides nagging, but I was desperate, alone, rotting in misery, desperate to be pretend I was loved, even to believe the lie for 1 minute, even if they didn't actually love me back.

Some day down the road it'll fully click for you and you'll be disgusted at yourself for all of the disrespect that you've dished on me and my work. I already know that you at least, Trixie, know how valuable it actually is. Priceless. No sale value, tough to sell in a world where lies are the only sellable material.

Don't even know what your work actually is. A couple of poems and some vague philosophy about the meaninglessness of eternity?

I'm going to toughen your weak asses up or kill you in the process, is what it actually boils down to. If anything is going to kill me or hurt me or kill or hurt my works, I'm going to make it hard as possible for them to actually succeed. They shouldn't find it easy to do.

You like using the word kill alot.

And, when I get done with you bitches and break through your god damn Insults and bullshit, you'll know what it means to actually be strong. Strong enough to not care if you're seen as weak or not. Let your enemies step to you, get right up close to you, continue seeing the good in them, combat the bad when they take you for a fool, tolerance and patience to a degree, the strength to turn backing down without looking like a bitch into an art form.

You insult more than anybody else, thus the many accusations of hypocrisy.

[The Eternal Warrior]

1. Either you're fucking with me about my work, still, or you never actually paid attention to all that I've shared and done here that is much more than poems. Very possible that you just didn't look at any of it or care for it as you pursued a fight with me.

2. Your relations with lesbians aside, you did know exactly what I meant. You've held a lot of power on the internet over the years, shutting people up, shutting them down, getting them pushed out of places, controlling the pace of wherever youve been by any means possible so you could combat the bullshit of the rest of your life and pretend not to still be as pathetic as youve often felt.

Maybe you just don't see what a public service I'm performing for so many others by fighting people like you, maybe you just don't want to see how non hypocritical I am. Maybe you just diminish my theories, the proving of them, my words and poems as less than they are just so you dont feel so completely in another person's shadow, suffocating.

Maybe you just don't want to admit just how latched onto my teat youve become, how dependent on me you've gotten and you know that I've got no need of you. The shame you try not to feel for how in awe of me you'd actually be if you weren't busy trashing the only person in your life that has made any sizable impact for the better.

I'm going to twist these knives, youre going to hurt. There is no avoiding it.

[The Eternal Warrior]

Fuckity.

[The Eternal Warrior]

Fuck.

[The Eternal Warrior]

Fuck.

[The Eternal Warrior]

Because everybody needed a fuckity fuck fuck song.

[The Eternal Warrior]

What the Hell is insanity? I have not actually seen it even once. Even in the most crazy of people, there is still sanity. I have seen people refuse to act and react rationally, refuse to act and react reasonably and refuse to admit a lot of things, but not once have I seen insanity.

I do know that I'm going to enjoy continuing to rip this world to shreds for it.

[The Eternal Warrior]

I have created a mass symphony orchestra with my two hands. have given rise to every incarnation of immortality within one vessel of mortality, given credence to multiple personality disorder beyond a clinical term used to describe the insane and turned it into an order, minus the dis. I have caused the deaths of countless, caused countless to live lives of meaning only to die all the same by my two hands in the mix. No matter the vessel, no matter the way, my two hands have caused you to live and will cause you to die. Immortality in all its forms is an illusion and all lives are lived to a finish of death because I have willed it. It's time to up the ante again, up the buy-in rate. Raise the pace of the music to match the cadence of the action. The main attraction has begun and all sideshows are on the lines, popcorn is being served, at nine dollars a kernel. Welcome to Davy Jones' Locker, where we gamble with our eternal souls. What's another few centuries aboard the ship of the dead when you could buy your freedom any time you win? Just know that none have truly won against Davy Jones, none have truly won against Death.

Care to answer the Call of Cthulhu? The Dirge of Cerberus? The Requiem of the Dead? Dare you deny it? They say that when the black shadow calls for you, you have to answer it, there is no denying it. Let us play, gentlemen. You are all already in far too deep for your liking and you can't back out. As for the ladies... There are no ladies here, anymore. might as well be no difference at all between the women and the men when you begin to delve this deep. Let the immortal theatre entertain and distract you from the important things in life until its far too late. Let the devils delight and the demons dance and the angels torture, the gods bow to chaotic decadence, for all must fall down among this dance floor of death to truly know what it's like to live, and slow they are to fall and slow they are to rise again. in this Dance macabre, we'll dance like we used to, remembering and forgetting, nothing and everything and in the blend of black and white and colors departed and reintegrated, you'll know what it's like to dance with death.

Shall we?