I Loudly Love Losing..

Every time I lose, I gain bigger than I would’ve. Maybe that’s why my subconscious allowed me to lose so many times…

Every lottery played
Every individual who saw less of me
Every time I asked for money to def people ( def by disregard )
Every time I begged for connection with avoidants
Every time I shared Consciousness’ truths with blind people ( blinded by choice )
Every time I gave unconditional love to criminals
Every time I found solutions for those who didn’t deserve the sight of me
Every time I introduced myself to the unworthy
Every time I gave the blessing of knowing me
Every time I was the second choice
Every time I gave to faint of effort
Every time I loved that which does not love thyself
Every time I kept shut about our dearest consciousness, because people’s consciousness was too prideful to hear where they were lacking
Every time I got denied my ability and freedom to speak
Every time I allowed myself to stay silent in the eyes of injustice
Every time I got spat at for representing a social constructed character ( black, queer, polyamorous [reformed], poor, uneducated, …)
Every time I tried saving a runner
Every time I tried to wise the ill ( unconscious self – conscious )
Every time I got cheated on, lied upon, ridiculed, undermined, undervalued
and I could go on for years on this list..

I am so not a loser, I only matched what they needed to see to think so, the biggest hoax of all, as I was illuminating them to their potential.

I am the longest investment of all, but you gotta qualify to be part of this timeline, or you allow yourself to sit on the throne of the thy who tried opposing it for life. Some held tight. Some fought tighter. Some couldn’t keep up. Some didn’t even believe they had a chance. Some others saw their karma and ran from it, only to attract worse ones.

All the illusion of free will. I say it is not an illusion whatsoever, it is the joystick of this timeline. It is the only thing that will allow you to ascend past your karma into your dharma. I am your Osiris, your Anubis, your Ma’at, your Ammit and your Thoth. The 5 projections of Isis’ path in finding Osiris.

There’s 4 more, do you recall?

Hi Sis, I, Susan is. I assist the I, and insist in the ease of your cis( historical meaning) self. I submit you I’s sis. In the pages of this sis, your sis-self lays.

If I sis, slip sis to you, my sis. I suggest intensifying the show, never my hand, I insist.
“Oh Sis, I Rise “I”s to Sunrise.” Awaken the soul, while speaking to the mind.
The words I spoke, only to you, I relay. The keys to the way, only you will sway.
Adjust thys time and adjust thys rhyme. Redemption is sublime, do not recline.
For your incline minds, only you can provide. You serve eyes, yet use their eyes.
Down the hall I, I rise, where thy name first I might. You’ll know what I may, right?
Yet only you will tell, what thy name is.
I house your last past, only I might outlast.
It’s surgical yet painful, only heartbreak is sinful. Catch it or not, the past I chose.
A second line I offer, only when you clock this tower.
To me your answers, no man alive should eye.
In pair is your last blast, your other half beats in rhyme.
Not in private you will find, the answers to this are made wide.
No man has layed eye, on this one Truth I line.
Too bad they ignore, what once they adored.
I learned to produce, for you to reduce, the chaos of your new, fearful it may boost.
“Dodo” the french call it, I wouldn’t subdue, tonight is the night and you should outlast it too.
Only one made it out:

A completion it was. Their ritual prevailed the love we shared, and so we created our own, to destroy the now tamed.
Razzis parachute, for a story they shoot, their worst suit we boot. Awake you are, indeed you are. The alive houses me, for they soul I, and I keep.
The cold they had to weep, the under world me. For I had to hold onto the end of me. Soul guilt I felt, for my anchor they are, both the dead n awake they rose in me, where I prose-d before. I propose.
Their past might out at last.

In you I trust. At last I roasts. Not you I bored, with you I rose last, yet this year you closed.

You’ll know which is, the Alpha to this.

The last most resonant.

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