The Theory of Aexeption / To Invoke Yourself (Invoke Yourself: A Human Manifesto 4.2) [FINAL STAGE]

I have told you

what is my dream.

I have let you

feel the flames.

I want to

change the world

I can now

bend the waves.

I may now

push the change.

So now I

make a move.

I do

what I want to.

But I

have little else

really new to say.

So I will coat

this in paint.

I will polish

this a bit.

I will make

it never quit.

I will summarize

what I have cried.

I compress

and do not bide.

This is

what I’ve made.

This is

our new way.

I hold on a little longer.

I make a statement.

I crack the code

that is human society.

I pull apart

the trillion-dollar puzzle.

I dance upon a pillar

at the edge of time.

Listen to my thesis.

This is what it’s all been for.

We

are

beings

who like to make exceptions.

We

are

not

lacking in acceptance.

We

are

told

that we may be hypocrites.

We

are

shamed

and called “so full of it”.

But because

the world, it cannot bloom

the way, the way it does

when only

simple beasts

are walking through,

we

do

have

to make some high exceptions.

We

do

really

accept this feels unkind,

much like in vengeance.

We

do

feel

that it’s far from gorgeous,

When

we

do

bypass

the niceness

that secures us.

(lovely

human energy

does wail,

much

like

an instrument)

We

see

the world

as practically

built upon exceptions.

Nice things,

hard things,

winding

far and endless.

(could,

would,

and should,

a dazzling dance

that guides the hurricanes)

Sometimes,

all the time,

maybe never

at a good time,

exceptions

to what we feel should be done,

and what we wish should be done,

through some epic means,

shall hereby hence be made.

And to

be like that

is

cutting aether with a blade.

And we can all accept that this is how to be

more than what is expected of our humanity.

(the contentious mystique

of doing while not)

(the marriage of

detachment and ambition)

The human,

the gangster,

likes to say

“I accept this facet of the world

I cannot change,

but I make an exception towards

a much kinder purpose”

A person may say,

“I make exceptions to my standards

for a very lofty goal,

but I accept, in that,

I do resemble all the worthless.”

You

damned

amazing

gangster,

pushing through this strange existence,

really growing and sowing,

motivated by an undescribed sensation, do FEEL something like

a savory vibration.

(something you can begin to sense

if you lost it thanks to medication)

It’s the push of creation and destruction,

It’s a pulse that’s beaming some strange social salvation.

A gray that shoots from dark and light,

A warmth from that glows from flee and flight

A humble toss towards being right

A loving sigh into the night.

(to let go is to let on, it’s still got responsibilities)

You sing that song that sounds like,

“I am selfish but am also dignified”

“I am here

but I am also all combined”.

You are the tender touch of a new power unleashing.

You are the calling outward of a wanderer who’s reaching.

You are making something of yourself by being far from egoistic.

You are dancing in the flaws of being altruistic

You are

You are

You are

Invoking yourself.

To try and make anything happen toward or for you

feels like the validation of

all power not within you.

That calling upon all else can be said

to yet invoke, invoke, invoke,

invoke the very self.

You cannot be fully invoked, because of the boundless reach of doing

To try and bring any change to the world lying outside you

feels like the kindest touch to deep and far inside you.

That class of transcendent-seeming action

can be said to be

a person getting invoked, invoked, invoked,

invoked from all the else.

(your force is worth respecting

this force is worth a taming)

So with all that powerful

invoking that is happening

Is it any wonder

Some may or may not say that yours is at all charming?

AH, SO THAT’S HOW RELATIONSHIPS WORK

Do you see where civilized but sour human conflict comes from?

Those people relate to you and you relate to them.

They can see that to invoke,

so plainly and yet seething,

and to be invoked, so grandly and serenely,

is…the type of force

that moves mountains just by breathing.

(we invoke away things in others

and try to invoke what they might themselves)

To call for something being

and to make something take place

Are to push and pull apart

like a flaw in time and space.  

The undulations of “supposed to”

like an object ripping rhythmically in a steady stream of water

like a gradient in plasma that defies the steady march of time

And it is inside this unsurpassèd state

that we may become the acceptance of and the exception to fate.

And this is the mystique where an atom seems to split

and dignified calamities are bound to come from it.

the gears upon which membranes have been built

But, but, but,

it is also how,

the way,

we move carefully and closely

to what a person really can exude

outward from the energies we possess and we intrude.

my final cannon of constructive love

Streaking like a lamp of rainbows willed from our chests,

exception beyond exception becomes a bodied thing,

farthest from what can be,

and is actually closest to meaning.

Acceptance beyond acceptance

becomes dignity-gilded beams,

becomes the very source of epic cultural screams,

which solidify like shrapnel melting somehow slowly

into vibrant, polished architecture,

and comfortable homes are made from those passionate explosions.

a giant friendly smack towards those who say
“we’re doing things right even if we seem heinous

The dancing interplay of acceptance and exceptions,

which have colored human life in a tone of kind redemption,

should not move on to still be a sadly unnamed factor.

the missing emotion’s most grandiose title

I would call this thing

the outrageous kind of push

to somehow

invoke oneself.

To color one’s own essence

with the ability to touch what has involved you.

if affectionately critiquing an emotion

is enlightened centrism

then I’d rather never lean on anything or for anyone

It’s to somehow barely, but clearly move a wild world

that’s ever just and never quite outside you.

And with a tad more dignity blossoming from the knowledge of this force,

we can become the accepting exception to an acceptional creature

that we’ve been too long.

we take all that and mature it, just a little

We shall try to seize away the gallant gleam of culture

to make this thing take place, putting that inferno in the hands of people

who don’t wear mischievous maturity so gladly on their face.

CULTURE IS A FINISHED FAD

All it takes is you being different on the internet.
All it wants is a new approach to all your neighbors.

THE MOTION IN EMOTION
GETS SOME REHABILITATION
WE SMILE TOWARD A TIME
WHEN THAT TRASHY VIBE IS FAR BEHIND US
AND NO ONE WILL EVER BE THE LEADER OR THE SHAMED
AND THEN WE CAN GET ON WITH A DIGNIFIED NEW SPACETIME

A SETTING OF HUMANITY IN WHICH WE CAN

GO ON TO INVOKE OUR VERY SELVES

WITH A TINY ESSENTIAL FRAGMENT

OF A HIGHER LEVEL OF

something you might call

a real, raw human niceness.

THAT’S WHAT I WANT, FUCK YES

We might see our civility

finally grow a little again.

I would hope that on this generation

my dreams may depend.

For a long time, we’ve traded nature’s struggle for modern convenience.
Now is the time and place to complete
the intention of that very kind convergence.
Walk towards a better way of moving through the world.

Invoke yourself without that same old kind of maturely mischievous vibe.

_____

This has been my thesis, so it would now seem,

I can now hereby bind together such a dream.

Go forth and invoke, invoke yourself.

Invoke, invoke, invoke, invoke yourself,

In the dignified manner that you claim to do, but better.

Just like the number 1 turns back and forth into an l.

I would hope that you come

to buy what I do sell.

Thank you, thank you, thank you,

Thank you and farewell.

Published by commanderdoubledge

As strange as Willy Wonka, as sincere as Benjamin Franklin, I am the one who is going to bring purpose to the internet. I am Commander L1 Doubledge.

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