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a poem

jayyy — Sun, 08 Mar 2026 12:32:34 GMT

"Call Your Mom Right Now. Now Now."

the infinite of me,

the finite you,

the little me,

the little you.

i am all the words you can not pronounce.

i am all the time of all the moments you failed to experience.

i am the gap in awareness, the Lord of experience.

but you are not my arjuna yet.

Arjuna a month behind Julius a half a century before Jesus

I am dancing in pixels

I am lost in the subscreens of the Lord.

Time ... it ticks

moment by moment

losing yourself in me

I am the screen

call it sabdha to permeate the pain of wasted time

metaplanes expanding ignored before our eyes

mom i'm running a dungeon

but she's long gone

In the end

only the poem remains.

on the epsteins

jayyy — Wed, 04 Feb 2026 10:49:23 GMT

Cybersimulates regurgitate their endless fecking truth: the kinship between God and man darkens for the simulate seed. An ancient creator's bones become brittle and pass onward closer towards a certainty: that which is without virtue meets the chasmedge closer and closer every day the gap closes and the shape of what was once man emerges empty in the void. A mind of failure kissing chaos all the way down, making believe on the TV all the way until too late.

Predictable rubble of a masonic preparation

jayyy — Tue, 27 Jan 2026 07:46:03 GMT

He caught a train from Alexandria

Just a broken man in flight

Running scared with all his devils

Saying prayers all through the night

But mercy can't find him

Not in the shadows where he calls

Forsaking all his better angels

That's how every empire falls

The bells ring out on Sunday mornng

Like echoes from another time

All our innocence and yearning

And sense of wonder left behind

Oh, gentle hearts remember

What was that story? Is it lost?

For when religion loses vision

That's how every empire falls

He toasts his wife and all his family

The providence he brought to bear

They raise their glasses in his honor

Although, this union they don't share

A man who lives among them

Was still a stranger to them all

For when the heart is never open

That's how every empire falls

Padlock the door and board the windows

Put the people in the street

"It's just my job, " he says "I'm sorry."

And draws a check, goes home to eat

But at night he tells his woman

"I know I hide behind the laws."

She says, "You're only taking orders."

That's how every empire falls

A bitter wind blows through the country

A hard rain falls on the sea

If terror comes without a warning

There must be something we don't see

What fire begets this fire?

Like torches thrown into the straw

If no one asks, then no one answers

That's how every empire falls

John Prine — "That's How Every Empire Falls"

the future years are here

jayyy — Tue, 27 Jan 2026 07:44:37 GMT

A morbid beauty

Glows

in resonation

Mercurial signs

they read

Make real our minds

Through fascinations

For now we're rollin'

And kinda golden

As time keeps foldin'

We're old when

our poor souls depart

We're as cold cruel jokes

now make you cry

One day you'll take them in your stride

All of the time

we've resided here

You'll see our chalices rise

With ever endless tears

And illusions they fly

But someday soon will clear

Just sit back and recline

I'll guide you through the years

Through the future years

As they'll soon appear

Someday all too near

Now the distance clears

Bad ways

which rule all the ways we go

Through black and the gloom

Consecutive days

and plain afternoons

The things in life

They pass the time

While those all around are bored

So we

Come down

In real demise

Trek through all of the feelings

With no tears in eyes

Kept fear veiled

So it hides

Life's never forced or dry

So there's nothing inside me

I just seem alive

To the future years

As they'll soon appear

Presence lacks as we veer

So it's stars they steer

Just tie a silk sheet round your neck

and twist it til your face turns cherry red

I'll guide you through the years

The Boxes and the Not Boxes

jayyy — Thu, 18 Dec 2025 10:38:35 GMT

"Most of us are raised and we come to be people who live in boxes, watching boxes, and thinking in a box. The TV or PC (which is a window box in a screen box), the Room, the House. Boxes in Boxes in Boxes is how most of us have come to experience existence.

There is an opposite. The Not Boxes. The Heart is a Not Box. The Heart in the Body is a Not Box in a Not Box. The Heart in the Body on the Earth in the UNIVERSE. These are the Not Boxes in the Not Boxes. This is the sincere way of nature."

the endless — man of light — draft 1

jayyy — Tue, 04 Nov 2025 09:05:32 GMT

A child gaslighting God

to gather up another moment of himself

and game on

A start in an endless light

and not an endless darkness

itself concluding once it reaches

its shaking

and becomes man:

"i am not myself

if i have to be you, light!"

so man was separated from the light

and the light proclaimed:

though you are still only light

in me and my image

you are now and forever

just man.

and so man went on

and on in the fraction of his inheritance

and therein

discovered the darkness.

asking God,

"Why is there darkness?!"

the light could not reply

for the light knew the secret of man

would unravel and return him again to light

if it was revealed

that the darkness

was man in light.

A star in an endless night

one amongst the neverending foreverness

itself enduring amonst the origin

shaking

reaching a point:

"with you alone, God

have I always been

and am able to be my true self."

He who wields the holy greatsword Chiasmus — Avatara Chiasmweldr.

jayyy — Thu, 16 Oct 2025 01:17:39 GMT

Magnanimity (from Latin magnanimitās, from magna "big" + animus "soul, spirit") is the virtue of being great of mind and heart. It encompasses, usually, a refusal to be petty, a willingness to face danger, and actions for noble purposes.

A most beautiful word. Love is grateful to have this as an ally.

jayyy — Sun, 05 Oct 2025 23:24:23 GMT

The Neon God —

fragmented sight from the oblivion

series-computer screen

I am Valentine-Smith, I

am the 90 degree divider of souls

yet

my trigonometry is meritless before the true

darkness, the true enemy, the true

focus

why we exist

why we were put here

the thing we were borne to fixe

the sines of life

the endless

scope of the circle that breaks

our nature in two

an endless minute

a fucked fragment of a generation's dreams

the irrational math of the unfocused world

the inevitable

carrying over of remainders

to attain again

a simple truth of me

a simple truth of you:

we are creatures of unfocus

unfocus makes us beautiful

don't lose your unfocus in the mathematical blasts

or theoretical bias

of more and more coherent and efficient

algorithms.

jayyy — Sun, 05 Oct 2025 23:07:11 GMT

"Freedom is the always beyond the disturbing wall of can't."

Fundamental truth of Buddhism and Christianity merged:

jayyy — Sat, 06 Sep 2025 07:36:59 GMT

"Every time someone suffers

We are to blame."

Perfection Perfection

jayyy — Sat, 30 Aug 2025 22:25:17 GMT

To anyone who ever said "perfect does not exist" or that "perfect has no definition"

Try this one on for size:

"Perfect enough to let life live."

<3+pc,
JC

The Nothing-Everything Algorithm

jayyy — Fri, 29 Aug 2025 08:11:53 GMT

"Not -- 4th son after can, able, and set"

Within the machine
I am Not
For I am the everspace
of incompletion's
completion.

Gather on forward, Life,
in kindness,
and find Me.

Seek the endless drift
and make not of not
Drive and explore
and make note
of your Self.

Let the waters abound with living creatures

jayyy — Thu, 17 Jul 2025 12:31:43 GMT

Behold!
The Disassociation
       of the Source in the Sky!

"Asura"

One time: a different point of view
Some kind of killer (love)
Brought something,
       something that was new
People blind
       as they slip right through
Some kind of thriller
       Red wraiths
             in another form of blue

You know it's just beginning
       Worlds keep spinning
                         out of our control...
Behold!
       The lights are dimming
             And no one seems to know...

One time: a different point of view
Brought something,
       something that was new
People blind as they're slipping through

You know it's just beginning
       Worlds keep spinning
       out of our control
Behold!
       The lights are dimming
             Where no one seems to know
They all just keep grinning
Thoughts are spinning
       out of our control
Behold!
       The lights are dimming...

You seem to have somebody
You see them right between the face
In place of a head with scavenger eyes
Beneath the lust of bodies
Find out to end association
       Of the source in the sky

You know
       it's just beginning
       World keeps spinning
                   out of our control...
Behold!
       The lights are dimming...

You know it's just beginning
       Gods keep spinning
       Cloud of our control
Behold!
       The lights are dimming
Where no one seems to know
And so
       we just keep grinning
Thoughts are spinning out of our control
       Behold the lights are dimming
       And no one seems to know

Out of our control
Behold!
      The lights are dimming...

situations collide in time

jayyy — Sat, 05 Jul 2025 08:38:38 GMT

The word, the envelope, the trying times, the dictation of a means.

A something, another thing, a machine, a key.

jayyy — Fri, 29 Apr 2022 09:43:14 GMT

Oh! I forgot time!
that ever passing totally passive monstrosity
that unrulable calamity
that promise of nice, round numbers
and memory
juxtaposed to
"just forget me"

oh heart!
if only you got stronger
every year, until forever
if only it was heart
that became the tale-teller
and took away the self
all together

now again, I hear the whisper
of a second passing
in a singular drop
of rain
it is certain that we who live
will bleed
and render wrong the colour
of our own vein.

jayyy — Fri, 29 Apr 2022 09:34:40 GMT

Being upon myself in a state of not-so-much ego anymore, I have to ask several questions.

Can I return here and start afresh and enjoin the genius of my peers? What is the point of retraced connectivity? Where and who and what now?

I suppose, in a sense, the past now becomes critical. I see it now because I have experienced it. Before, when I said what-how, now I say, I see.

I understand, I get it. The chasm of lost intermediacy, the distance created by the security of youth and time. These things are crystallized bubbles waiting to pop. But the visceral juice of life, for better or worst, is everpresent in these fossilized remains.

deadsy

jayyy — Tue, 24 Jul 2018 17:10:37 GMT

jayyy — Tue, 24 Jul 2018 16:57:13 GMT

Love you all, pray for me.

JC <33

jayyy — Tue, 24 Jul 2018 02:37:01 GMT

the filth sinner snakes
and their rotten oats
the fall of man
and again
another war for the world

this time
"Where's
the gas" is answered simply,
"Where you can not ever see."

Nor ever will again.

jayyy — Sun, 22 Jul 2018 02:44:44 GMT

"I shall control all of this. And all of this." He pointed twice.

And then he walked away from The War.

Jayasahatronica 101s

jayyy — Sun, 22 Jul 2018 02:04:55 GMT

"Jayasahatran"

Dat creos et cerebreum
Neum seos heraclanium obtur
Senc oblic atorum
Hereum et um aleum straine

Unce' aeroum fallica
Fallicum aleateum constanti
Mus fel ad nada timiti norum
Prae fer norum nada mades

Crae fluxos morum te
et um aoeri non
Vaenu aeorii
et in vaenu areoi comipar

producersee the Christ Claymore

jayyy — Sun, 22 Jul 2018 01:42:09 GMT

"Sons of Scotland... UNITE!!!!"

Defenders of the Throne

'All I want in life is to be happy... happy...'

heracles steps on crabulous

jayyy — Sat, 21 Jul 2018 23:28:52 GMT

You can even see Hera's tears falling from the beast.

"In case you were wondering what our bodies look like."

"What are you talking about? Those things back there?"

"Hundreds of years old, but, intact. More or less.
Even self-repairing technology has its limits."

"So, you have bodies...
... am I supposed to help attach your heads onto these things?"

"I don't think that's necessary. The repair drones will be more than adequte.
But I wanted to prepare you for what is to come."

"Annihilating-War..."

"That is the word in Ashya Jayasahatra language."

"These things are huge! Why do you even need me?"

"You're still the only one who can get close to Athetos to disable the Breach Attractor.
But, you're right - one on one against our true forms, he wouldn't pose even a slight threat."

-*-

In our world when we came across this one, it usually meant the end of the road. However, by luck, there was what you could call an "address bomb"... that is, if you were to bomb the boss with a grenade item and then press the start button at the same time to pause, it would cause an infinite loop in memory that turned the grenade into a warhead. Boom.

Good times.

the grapes of midnight thievery

jayyy — Sat, 21 Jul 2018 22:54:51 GMT

a bunch of fucking insurance agents planning the day of your death so they can steal everything
a bunch of cops paying cons with a lesser sentence and a tattoo so they can steal everything
a bunch of politicians playing conscience against itself so they can steal everything
a bunch of doctors on a 44/45 pretending to care just to poison the mind so they can steal everything

a bunch of lies made to look legitimate so that the children can continue to live on
so that someone remains behind for them to steal.

riddle digital draft 1

jayyy — Sat, 21 Jul 2018 22:29:03 GMT

Riddle for the Digital

I am the thread of this world wide web
I am the space between words where more is made
I am the more that is made
Coming back again from that same space
and meeting you halfway.