The OUTER VIEW of the Enterview pt 6,7,8 Spoken word piece (C) 2026 Ending sequence

 

 

“Can You Believe that once I considered myself a god? I spoke words that influenced sex; that created life, and Death-People.

‘There’s a Reason God said to Not worship Idols.’ Listened to my words in their Sanctuaries: homes and cars, parties, even their churches-through mediums of the radio, through television, Now the internet.

I’m that unseen entity that is carried by unrestful breaths. Perhaps in a point of view, I’m doing people a good service. For they wouldn’t have empowered themselves without my influence.

 

As he continued, she calmly read his file and deduced what might have influenced him.

I’m that Angel kicked out of Heaven; free to roam the Earth. Well, not so free really.Vision: 

A writer submitted his works to The Missouri Review. Had high hopes, like winning the lottery dreaming high hopes; like he’d be famous in under five minutes type of hopes. He’d be able to quit his day job type of hopes. He had to pay for the yearly prescription for the entry fee. Read articles out of there in hopes of not being rejected for the third year in a row. Figured if he learned to write like the other authors he’d surely meet his dignified destiny. Came across an article about how a significant percentage of people who visited Jerusalem thought they were Jesus, until they left that City of Peace.

And he thought that there’s also a significant percentage of folks that visit Clarksdale Mississippi that become convinced that he /she can become a musician. How many leave, and never pick up a guitar again? 

There’s a good  reason why you should close your eyes when you pray. For                                                 We enter through the Eyes windows to a                                                                                                                                                                                                             Tainted Soul.

The parent, the sibling, the offspring; their situations are different

Yet the Void is all the SAME

 She continues to read his file.

He submitted his works to The Missouri Review. Had high hopes, like winning the lottery dreaming high hopes; like he’d be famous in under five minutes type of hopes. He’d be able to quit his day job type of hopes. He had to pay for the yearly prescription for the entry fee. Read articles out of there in hopes of not being rejected for the third year in a row. Figured if he learned to write like the other authors he’d surely meet his dignified destiny. Came across an article about how a significant percentage of people who visited Jerusalem thought they were Jesus, until they left that City of Peace.

Just like there’s a significant percentage of folks that visit Clarksdale Mississippi that become convinced that he /she can become a musician.All they have to do is make some sort of deal like Robert Johnson did. How many leave, and never pick up a guitar again? And never come back to that city again.

As it is

As it’s always

Been

BLACK and WHITE: White page looking for Black Letters. A sentence of sentences in boxes. Almost, almost very predictable.

For people forget their lives are predictable; Easy and read what they’ve been through by the lines and cracks in their hands, and face.

I WAS WOKEN UP BY HEARING YOUR VOICE AT 2 AM.

And during that short pause.

SHE’S DESIGNED TO LOOK LIKE THAT ONE THAT GOT AWAY.

She calmly looked into my eyes and said,

“I want you to know that you are safe here. To Be Yourself. It must have been very difficult on you to have seen and heard so many things."

And the tears on cheeks and Spirits In the dirty water, just waiting, contained like a jenny, in the clear reflective glass. Glass made out of sand. Sands of time. Just another grain in Eternity. Can’t escape. Can’t escape that reflection that reflection can you?

What’s look back? What’s looking back. A face of the broken hearted lover.

I’m the One. I’m the One that entered the broken hearted waiting on that telephone to ring.

And she repeated, “It must have been difficult seeing the things you saw. It’s okay to feel.”

And just as sure as air is really water. Inhales in hells.

The Arogant exhales turned into the tears . Just those tears that couldn’t put out that fire.

The words that continue to haunt.

Damn it hurts really bad to be human.

Do you remember having that dream of falling non stop? Just couldn’t stop falling.

And out of the corner of my eye I saw a being with wings falling…

 

 

 

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