Incompetent bros who want to just protect each other

Why is some white male getting an extra ordinary package? 

On pay

Pay people with honor

Get your shit right

Lisa opoku 

No great creation

No great creation is ordered by man 

I want to

I want to be helpful to you

Not forceful to you 

execute a design

We need to execute on a design that works great for lisa and loki

Life is some kind of test

You have to land your plane 

The world

The world is as it is.

I am as I am 

EOM

Men are losers

You are busy making coffee and tea 

Trying to make water tasty. 

How can things be better than what is already is? 

Have you tasted the taste of water? 

Coffee and tea

Trying to make water tasty

You end up tasting nasty 

Notes: We keep moving in circles

Art

Some stirring,

Some urge,

That secretes something

—

A thing of beauty 

Arriving through divine means 

That humans behold. 

— 

A thing of beauty that human's behold.

Arriving  through divine transport 

—-

Something secretes something. 

Like a spider making a web. 

Art is something like that. 

—

We are not of the human lot. 

We have the same divine capacity 

Of the spider and the albatross. 

Where the path is known somehow. 

We enact the path we know. 

—

Do we know the path?

Are we already enacting the path? 

—

We have the inner path to the divine.

To the source. To the origin. 

Originality is returning to the source. 

—

We have in us, the map to the path.

The path to the origin. 

The return to the source. 

The flight of the Albatross 

—

We are not of the human lot.

We don't belong here. 

We are out here to discover the truth about ourselves,

That we are not of the human lot 

and we don't belong here. 

—-

We really don't understand us.

Why we sleep. Why we dream. 

We don't have a theory on death

What happens when we die? 

—

So many things we don't know why.

Let's start with how we are here? 

And these beautiful creatures 

Limbs that move, with brilliant hue 

When we clap, how we make clapping noise! 

—

The truth is 

We don't know anything about us.

Truth  is,

When we find out who we are

—

We don't know who we are 

We keep moving in circles.

We eat leaves and animals

We weave baskets and buildings. 

—

We know to survive in this planet

We keep doing things again and again

We keep repeating 

We keep moving in circles. 

—-

We have urges,

Urge to create

Urge to control

Where do there urges comes from? 

These urges keep repeating 

—-

Things keep repeating. We keep replicating. 

We repeat things, we keep moving in circles

We like saying good things about ourselves 

We keep repeating the sayings to ourselves 

We are repeating what we don't know. 

—

Spider on a web

Ant on a hill 

Snake in a mound

Bat in a cave 

—-

In us, as part of us,

We have the circuitry 

That is made of the source

By the source 

And will return to the source. 

——

Art

Some stirring,

Some urge,

That manifests 

As a thing of beauty

And takes divine transport

To arrrive at your door…

—-

Some stirring

Is knocking at your door. 

You have to open it