\"How to Lust a Queen; King Sutra\" imagined, theorized, partly written and typed by: King B. Rite - The Poet/Psychopath
…Aggressively trying not to show concern for what has been done to the moments that have passed by’ over and yonder; no wonder Zenith placed her point of view upon my silver grin. Hushing the fact I remain silent in mental isolation in order to obtain my insanity intact with the thoughts that drive me crazy; a mad magician once said: “never reveal the rabbit until the rabbit is all ears; ready to be pulled out (hear me out) …with just a pinch a violent cruel gesture can suggest that violence is only allowed when no harm is done to the one that points in the opposite direction of judgment. Who is crazy now… do you blame me? For not ruining The New End?” Her motion to revoke my freewill, I am provoked to express my existence in the form of matter/facts. In darkness; anti-chaos… faultless, and obviously prone to being misunderstood as my attackers look up inverted’ly …hang heads in shame! Read to see what I mean; my silhouette eclipses the light that has brought forth yet another day to die “The Epic Shade”. as slow and painful as it is; no other can express to me the beauty in “PAIN; KING OF PAIN” I remain to claim as my own name, a subtitle post being mentally deranged as Nataz Phere a characteristic, personality trait plotted as fiction that has taken over temporarily, due to being infantly wide awake after the fact of a Post Meridian dosage of dusk hibernation has taken place. No rest for the mind that continues to over think the possibilities: questing in order to question each mark, bruise, and scar that has been made by the actions of others? Mentally scarred by casualties of Chaos… Fault? How hard can it be to pay attention to one’s own lack there of survival, the reality of not being no better than any other… all slaves were born the same, with the same amount of blood, bones, breath to breathe and the right to bare a mind… the actions that take place get in effect to make a change, a shift…memories do matter, as a gift I have made myself aware of what I am able to achieve in the moment prior to meeting my devilish reflection in The New End flames ablaze for eternity implied by those that are to afraid to obtain the flame, eternally: I will burn intentionally purposely to being inextinguishable by any other: a light at the end of a tunnel vision can imply “in the beginning was a misconstrued way of explaining The Unexplainable. A near death/existence altering experience under the influence of high octane/extreme ignorance; innocently an ignorant decision with good intentions to pull out a another with a helping hand, I applaud the ones that do not research or excavate through out my memories in order to see what I had to do to gain the strength I have… patheticness can leave a mental impression upon the cerebra… “Let There Be Xenesis: I have my right to my own opinion until another can amaze me with an authentic expression of explaining what I do not already know without quoting another’s opinion, i will remain undefeated; I STAND CORRECTED! A first impression has yet to be proved due an over whelming amount of expired moments; The Wait for proof has spoiled over; where is the light at the end of the tunnel, if the tunnel continues to expand; I question the existence of proof? …a sacrifice is a sacrifice; regretless I repent to no other I take full responsibility for my own actions, and all that I was taught was brought to my attention through out each obstacle. Selfishly trying to die I made a lesson learned out of each honest mistake… “knowledge is power and fear is the enemy” I choose not to be a victim to no other! the credibility that scrolls upwards after the massive self portrayed portraiture that paints mental images with the art of fabrication; over exaggeration making the act of gossip a masterpiece by the “King of Pain” …should credit be given to Read Words written to the ones who took each moment; not for granted. I gift wrap my talent and hand it over with out resist’ arrest me for having a self manufactured ability of expression my deepest, darkest secrets in the public eye… “COME AND TAKE IT” free for those that hate me; so amaze me that much more and take credit for Read Words since they are influenced and inspired by those that hate me! With No Name mentioned there is no proof of knowing? I suppose if offense is taken likely then guilt can show proof of knowing who I am not speaking about; if So I suggest with out warn “do not mention my name unless fear is faced with out turning the other cheek!” “explain to me what you mean” was whispered into my unright ear by my beloved Zenith “when you expressed to me your first words when you entered; if I can remember correctly was similar to the words you previously wrote prior to rewording what I have yet to say incorrectly in the mind of the one who owns prying eyes: \"The mind is like an enigma that revolves around reality; the images that spin create an optical illusion that can only be seen with one eye; a cycloptic mind! ...continuously changing and shifting; depending on the size of strategy one can escape greatly. Think outside and amaze me as much as you hate me\" ...puzzled; just remember I do not fit in, not by personal choice but by authenticity, I AM NO SLAVE to any other’s opinion. given a moment to reflect and brought once again upon the grounds by accident; due to not erasing my memories of how others have been toward my solid thought figment; still pending to be processed with the same exact clinched facial expressions… keep in mind I have mutual feelings, only indifference I can resist to clinch, no effect upon my mind, figments of my imagination are already more dead I have ever been; soulless! Byproducts of illusion that buy more than they need in order to feel appreciated; in all reality they walk among those that have the same amount of inconsiderate, selfish thought process! No other is better than any other until a mind greater than I can encourage me to change my mind! - King B. Rite - The Poet/Psycopath