Here’s a little poem from my upcoming book titled, ‘The Kiln: A Place for My Damp Heart to Harden’.

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Yet another dream to remind me you’re not here.
What I am to do with it is becoming rather clear.
You reminded me this time, at the end, with a kiss;
A farewell touch from you to me, as if to say we’re finished.

I laugh sometimes at the thought that the biggest competition anyone could have
Is six feet under and immortalized on a granite slab.

All these dreams of what could be, eliminate my fear.
New formed memories shared with you…my love, my muse, my dear….

When you come to call upon me during temporary slumber;
Waking up becomes the nightmare that wrenches us asunder.

It’s disturbing news in this waking life after spending time with you.
Again you go though, drifting into darkness, tilting my heart askew.
So, farewell for now. Like a stone I’ll wait, until we meet again.
A part of me is reserved for you, till I reach my inevitable end.


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Green Eyes

Green eyes, how oddly ironic.
Staring into the reflective color of my own
that have, at one time, made my gaze iconic.

Tracking down what lies behind
In a passive gesture to introduce myself
To parts of this woman’s unsettled mind.

She listens; then breaks away.
Into lectures of her past and her mistakes.
Promises that promote a desire to stay.

What is her perception of me?
What could she see in someone so opposite?
Or, does she possess a deeper need to be?

Below the surface of initially, exists a cloister of all.
The good, the bad, within the nebbish,
together make a good conversation for reality.

She listens more closely to my unknown taboo.
Fascinated and distant at the words enveloping her.
Her sense of fright leaving with every Boo!

Turbulence amid feeling allows me to be her guide.
Her realistic perspective, meets my diligent mind.
Settled in youth now looks into a heart open wide.

Be-set that our gaze is unquestioned authority
Allowed and surrounded by the inner sets of antiquity
That alone makes me comfortable referring to her as my Persephone.




I cannot help but to look at a picture of this pulchritudinous woman.
All the things she makes me feel are nothing shy of being human.
We knew this would be hard at times, coordinating our moments alone.
We’re writing letters with pen…on paper…and speaking on the phone.

We engage secretly in quiet, open spaces. So we can see each other’s devious faces.
Yet, we hold together a truer foundation built over the years of missed embraces.
With a fondness and devotion towards the care of one-anothers heart.
This love we share is saddest in the bittersweet moments when we must part.

I hold-fast to the way I love her and keep resolute with my constitution.
She sees me for the way I am and this frees her from tired absolution.
We’re building something…a future, perhaps…we’re seeing each other’s greater potential.
Our fledgling love has known distance as friends, and as lover’s our time spent is sentimental.

Logic does not keep rhythm to love, though in ways it helps meld the heart to the mind.
It helps us to read each other’s glances and gets us through distances so unkind.
This fragile tryst we have endeavored shows potential to end in untimely disaster.
But, I’d rather know I’m true to myself by showing her a love that serves no master.





With this ring, things come to an end.
I’ll always be a silent lover and friend.
To each other, we’ve never deceived
Perhaps this affair offered too much to believe.

It’s a cold winters day, and the snow looks divine.
Fitting weather for the severing of communication, this time.
I’ll stand and endure the weight of this feeling.
It’ll make me stronger and you won’t catch me kneeling.

It’s not to be tough nor stubborn, with pride
And it’s not because I don’t enjoy this ride;
Though, those things are equally true.
I won’t kneel, simply, because I love you.
I hope to come through and see that one day
That we’re happy because we found a new way.

Until those small plans can come to fruition
I’ll have to head towards a new destination.
The one I’ve been working on that’s just within reach
The one that grants me my small island and beach.
There will always be hope in me for you and I;
It will stay in my heart till the day comes I die.

Most of this month has been bitter cold.
January girl, please don’t wait till you’re old
To make life a sweet one, as sweet as can be.
Don’t look back on things and wish you had me.
Go after something that pleases your heart
Fight for a love that turns you to art.
Don’t ever forget the moments we shared
And know in each one, that I truly cared.

Know there’s no way I see getting over you
Everything is a constant reminder of all the things we used to do.
The talks we once had and the things that we spoke of;
The annoyance of knowing that technically, we can’t even break up.

So I’ll write you theses songs, you’re my guilty pleasure.
Just a tiny glimpse of you is like discovering treasure.
I can’t help but be me or not feel what I feel
But it’s me I share with you and it makes me feel real.

I want to step to the future and relish the past
I want to create heaven and I want us to last.
I can’t wait to show you my full fledged affection
And give all of me to you with fierce dedication.

I’ve earned your heart and by it I’ll stand
Beside you I’d walk with your hand in my hand.
I’ll for sure be your man, my January Girl
My Scarecrow, my Scarlet, my priceless pearl.

By: Charles Poore



[Read to the rhythm you would read ‘The Raven’. Always and forever more.]


Once upon a midnight dream wherein I walked adrift, serene;
Passing many upright conifers set firmly in the pineland floor.
Sunshine abound, the scurries of forest creatures could be heard all around.
From overhead there came a sound,
Clamoring from from above, silencing the critters that shuffled on the floor.
This unearthly noise gave my heart a start.
‘It’s just my mind’ to myself, I thought.
‘No beasts above the forest floor, it’s imagination…little more….’

Early time in sober dream is when it’s best to stroll amid the clovers,
below the outstretched boughs of the deciduous’ shadows;
Adoring silhouettes of branches resembling a sketch upon natures planted rows.
I walk to the rhythm of my chest’s metronomic blows.
Up ahead I spot a meadow; A clearing in my vision now, that divides the forest floor.
One giant shadow cast upon this ground, my heartbeat is the only sound;
My imagination conjured beasts from horror stories and lore of yore.

As I stepped into the clearing and made my way beyond the depth
Of the shadows laid by the pines blanketing the floor.
Outstretched, in the center of the clearing
Growing from the meadows clovered floor;
I see a tree standing tall, the king above the pineland floor.
A shudder struck me, twas the thought that we both stand alone;
What rests between is a transparent door.
I was ill prepared for the caw of the bird that fluttered over.
“It’s just a bird, a mighty tree, and my imagination, little more.”

Straight out front, above my head, there it perched on a broken bough.
Odd little bird with eyes blood red, twas an albino little fowl.
It picked it’s breast to suffice an itch, precision with an all white beak.
It ruffled feathers, suggesting comfort, and I wondered if this bird could speak.
“All white bird, raven shaped, frighten me some more.
State your name if you have a voice, this request I implore.”
It crooked it’s head and drew lungs full, as if to hold the air in store.
A moment passed and words fell out quoted he, “Not Ever More.”

This low hung branch was out of reach as plainly as I could see.
The sea of clovers grew ever smaller as I made my way towards the tree.
The evanescence of honeysuckle took it’s place within my senses.
“I feel the presence of a very suspicious, rare-bird, with infuriating intentions.
Tell me bird, what do you see? Be it anguish about my Gina Marie?
Her death impacted my life so hard, it struck me down into my core.”
Quote the white raven, “Not Ever More.”

Ever such a rare a bird, have I not seen before;
It perched itself upon a branch up above the pineland floor.
It sat and stared, layered in sheet white feathers, it’s red eyes piercing crepuscular rays.
It stared at me until my soul depleted whilst I thought about Gina Marie
-Whose name’s not whispered anymore-
My immortal muse who made the passing between Life, and Death’s door.
Not ever to be seen again to walk with me on my dreamscapes floor.
To mock my pain the white raven’s name: ‘Not Ever More’.

“Rare bird, why do you stare? You glare as if you have a care.
A care for what I won’t ever know as I stand below your familiar glow.”
The bird stayed peering through my soul as if it was a glass window.
A mild chill touched my spine, which felt disturbing in warm weather.
(It made me think this bird a jester as if it knew to what I was fettered.)
It brow beat me and I tried to run, to steal away on the Pine Barrens’ floor.
I failed to flee so there I stood, no longer moving anymore.
Shrieked the white raven, “Not Ever More.”

“Derilect! Filth I say! Your rare occurance is an abomination.
Birds like you should not exist they’re torn apart after gestation.”
There it lingered and stared deeper still, burning a hole in my tattered will.
How to resist this minuscule damnation that rests it’s wings for self preservation;
Projecting thoughts into my head of all the wrongs I’ve done and said.
A sordid terror filled my heart whilst this ghastly bird brought what’s in store.
Said again to shake my core the white raven caws, “Not Ever More.”

Karma waves it’s finger at me in my newly corrupted peaceful place.
The residence in my memory of Gina Marie, before death laid it’s hands upon her face.
Before my life got so detached and she remained a saving grace.
Before her life became a ghost, where only in dreams I can adore.
I linger now, it’s been so long since she wandered through my midnight door.
I look up at the rarest bird that’s reflecting me above the pineland floor.
There he was, this white raven repeating, reminding me “Not Ever More.”

So I strafe away from it. “Useless bird!” I scream while brandishing my walking stick.
I fix my sight upon my target, this empty, albino, hideous crow.
I pull back and steady my stare and give a holler whilst I throw.
My stick spins swiftly cutting the air shattering branches galore.
My target stayed perched upon the bough not moving from above the pineland floor.
“I know it struck you, I hit my mark!” Said I, to one with few words in store.
It looked at me distordertly, quoted he “Not Ever More.”

Reluctantly, I fell down upon my knees and clenched the clovers under me.
I plunged my fingers into the dirt and screamed, “go then, make worm food of me!
End this, leave me at peace, if it’s death you bring then make it so.
I’ve left all I own behind and you make it seem it’s time to go.”
Silence is the name of the sound as the forest exposed it’s deaf ears;
It carried on for years (or so it seemed) as a drop of tear passed to the floor.
The white raven cut the silence uttering, once again, “Not Ever More.”

As I knelt I felt, too, that my soul was no longer standing.
I observe a sight of pulchritude whilst my muse flailed by, dancing.
I looked up and sneered at my rapture and laughed at it’s deceptive, pintly size.
“You think that all that you can see is the demon that resides in me;
It’s now or it’s not to take my life deliberately.
Take your stand and present your trick, end it swift I do implore.”
It crooked it’s head once again and retorted sharply, “Not Ever More.”

My fury burned and flushed my face in my attempt to quell this rage.
This cunning bird, alabaster white, attempts to thwart life’s final page.
Or so I think this dubious act is happening on the pineland stage.
I decide to rise and gather strength to soldier through my drunken gait.
I make my way to this king of trees. Perched upon it, the rare bird defining me.
This white raven, this false prophet nonsense sage bids me what it has in store.
I hug the king and plea no more;
I quote the white raven “Not Ever More”.

I was craven and through screaming, berating, and cursing this nightmarish white raven.
The resin sticking to my palms has reduced my qualms and teary streaming;
Reminding me of the gummy feeling that slows my pace.
Not ever again will I see her face if I continue to linger in this place;
tearing asunder my scar laden heart to not ever find a home to restart.
It’s best to move on and find a cure and share myself with something pure;
To carry on forever more.

What is left for me to ponder aside from the doubt of where I wander;
And the insidious lingering of the smell of musk permeating the air.
All my life I’ve been the artist of my own deluded affliction
I’ve asked again and again for repentance through a silent benediction.
As for help I did so find. To ask for help, this act alone I do abhor.
The lonely squawk above my walk is a mirrored image of my life so poor.
If, in turn, I change this state, I’ll be alone not ever more.

I have noted among the shrouds looking up at the puffs of clouds
That the moment to evaporate will wake me from this curious state.
The wish of a purple world with lulliby and candy cloud
pushed this song to its wits end and opened up these once locked doors.
A flood of water fills the pinelands deluging from the Atlantic’s shore.
Filling my mind and cleansing my heart to reassure me there’s something more.
Something sure that I may not have, not again, not ever more.

The distant twilight casts it’s glow and reminds me that it’s time to go
Away from sweetness and Gina Marie back to my world where she’ll not ever be.
The quiet place where I once existed that the white raven perverted and twisted
Into a realm that no longer matters and that I may now detour.
A place I frequented in utter silence when midnight opens up it’s door.
Not once invaded by a bird whom above the king tree would dare to soar.
I’ll stay away not to come back, not again, nor ever more.

The rare bird, ivory raven, once was there and now unseen
Vanished into the backdrop of the clouds in the sky’s felicity.
I dreamed a dream of who I am. A reclusive hermit, a white raven.
A soul unsound that fights itself for all the goodness it’s so craving.
A distant memory flies away from me and redirects all I’ve bore.
It paints a portrait of a ghost, a monster, an empty shell sunbleached on the shore.
The life is done and not to be, I quoted he, “Not Ever More”.

For: William Poore

By: Charles Poore

I Omnist (TOT) Fools


1 We all are partaking in the journey together. By fool: absurdity, idiocy or anything negative is not to be taken into mind.
2 By fool: it is meant that we are all innocent Living. Contributing ourselves (either willingly and/or unknowingly) as a portion of the whole.
3 By fool: it is meant and open to interpretation that every living organism is a portion of the whole.
4 By fool: it is meant that we all have our journey to take and on that journey we all meet the things in our lives that present us with the idea of what Living is.
5 The Omnist fool, just as each and every one of us is a fool in some way, is meant to both listen, learn and eventually teach.
6 Being an Omnist, it is an incredibly great feeling to be able to understand how things work together, as a whole.
7 There are stories in the world both fictitious and factual, all told through the senses, feelings, and characters that some Living has imagined somewhere.
8 This is a journey open to interpretation, from and to every Living.
9 We each have our own paths and many of us share very similar paths, how we go about them is up to us.
10 The outcomes of the decisions that we have made, good or bad, determine how the world affects us and those around us.
11 How we grow from an innocent fool, into something that we aspire to be that we have met (and learned from) during our journey.
12 By fool: it should be taken in as a beginning, as someone that is just starting.
13 By fool: it is meant that there is much to learn until we are finally fulfilled in our lives. That fulfillment may only come to some of us as we lay on our deathbeds. That may be full circle, in this life to some; for others, there may be a heaven to look forward to. To others they may attain the spiritual level that they are seeking. To more still, it may be blackness, that this one life is it and this is all that they cared to have.
14 However our journey through this life ends what has been learned here may be taken in. So, let us make the best of it for ourselves and for one another. For the animals that we cater to and that cater to us. For the ones that depend on us and the ones that value their surroundings and know the dangers and atrocities that we have made against them.
15 They too, are fools on their own journey. Living animal fools that are all the wiser for staying away from us by, throughout time, having witnessed our transgressions towards them.
16 Not by all, but by the greedy, the power hungry, and the few that have made a bad name for us all towards our fellow Living that may now shun us.

1 Fellow Omnist fools on their own journeys through life, be humbled by the fact that you are still in a limber sense of innocence.
2 To be called an Omnist fool in this fashion should be taken in and worn as a badge of honor, if you will.
3 Please look passed the negativity of the word. It is a representation of innocence and a desire to fulfill a journey in seek of knowledge, so that we may share what we have learned, for other fools on their journey.
4 Change the word in your mind and look beyond the insults of a word. Begin to understand from prior books that we are all united in a great number of many ways.
5 All of us have started off the same way.
6 From the womb we have come.
7 Before that, there was constant reconciliation between all Living in the universe, as small as it is large, as there, as it is not there, as much as our reality can comprehend it’s massiveness. But, how reality has not yet sought the imagination to fully understand how small it is, as well.
8 That understanding lies within the confines of the parts of our minds that we have yet to gain access to.
9 The percentage where the Source exists. Where Nothing is constantly escaping into. Where Everything needs to be in order to continue pushing us along our course to the Source.
10 Then back for others, for our misgivings, for ourselves, for something that is there, but for something that is not there to others. To those others, they are there for us, for us to imagine something greater than Nothing, for us to imagine it all and to see it all. To see it all within us, within you, within the past, fleeting present, and hopeful future.


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I Omnist (TOT) Gods


1 Had it not been for the need to know a creator and creation there would be no need for any Source. Gods, god, deities, higher powers, technologies, sciences, Ideas, superheroes/villains, demons/angels, positives/negatives all play their part for balance among the Living.
2 All are fractals of the whole and all exist in the feelings of Living.
3 All necessity of being correlates around the idea of the need to be wanted, to know what it is to want, to have that feeling of love fulfilled.
4 Prayers, wishes, hopes, love, hate, good, bad, happy, sad can all be attributed to the need to send the feelings we cannot fully endure to the higher powers that are believed to be able to handle more. It is within us to hope for something larger than what we are to come and rescue us from current tumultuous times, in each of our lives.
5 The higher powers are a part of Everything, their existence is through the Living, the Living that powers it all.
6 There are so many higher powers to name. Those who worship know the names of their God, savior, gods, superheros or deities. There is no difference in worship once it has been stripped down to its bare-boned structure.
7 The foundation of control lays the groundwork for higher powers to make Living better. An Omnist sees the foundation, finds and feels no need for worship to be an Omnist. The Omnist is their own church, mosque, pentacle, pentagram, altar, idol and it is all the Omnist knows to need, with regard to appreciation towards other Living and their desires to worship.
8 There is no guarantee on a heaven, hell or reincarnation for an Omnist. For Omnism offers little absolution, to be an Omnist means breaking away from certain structured rules and regulations of servitude. Once that fear is recognized, it can be broken down into something better for one’s spirit, for one’s freedom, for one’s own individual role in the lives of other Living.
9 The absolutes of having to succumb to the bitter sting of “I absolutely do not…or I absolutely have to” and convincing themselves that the barrier is only there to keep them from drifting too far off into their own imaginations. To combine the metaphysical areas of their mind they have drifted into, with that of the reality that they are physically tied to. This correlates to impossibility for some, thus, creating the conundrum of knowing nothing is impossible without having the ability to make the impossible possible; that all things are possible within the impossible boundaries that we are possibly applied to; that is an absolute that goes beyond absolution. The absolute that all things can be done, but cannot be done entirely by one Omnist acting alone.
10 It takes more than one to make the impossible, possible.
11 The constant moving forward and finding a route that does not exist is the dissolving of absolution, this first, must be an impossibility. Without the aspect and aspiration towards reaching a significant, unobtainable goal, there would be no reason to press forward. So, we ask the supernatural for help in finding such things that will allow us access to what it is we seek, in order to succeed in the things that we aspire towards.

1 Evolution is another form of god to those who guarantee themselves to it.
2 Would we not entertain the idea that evolution could have possibly been created by a god: and without us coming up with the idea of god there would be no design of evolution so that one may thwart the other.
3 If there is an all knowing entity, then it certainly would have come up and known of the existence of evolution long before the idea could ever be contemplated by man. It just always was, just as all the gods and God, always have been.
4 Evolution is what happens in the mind. The mind is constantly re-creating, re-adapting, and evolving to the senses and the elements far faster than we are able to calculate or even see.
5 Each of these conflicting ideas is a garden unto itself, and when they collide, they may be poisonous to one another. But, the poison is vital for the existence of all. We apply our imagination and fictitious concepts and then mold it to fit our reality.
6 Being an Omnist means that there is a constant evolution that happens within to understand as much as we can. Omnism will adapt to any idea and is going to be able to justify any form of evolution.
7 An Omnist feels it happening all the time. Omnism, like the mind evolving rapidly, is ever growing, because everything is ever growing. Because knowledge is forever attainable, renewable, and when combined with imagination, nearly unstoppable.
8 An Omnist is it’s only true absolute, because in Omnism you see beyond the god, through the gods and beyond the God above gods.
9 An Omnist is their own deity, but this does not allow them to be above anything. Nor should it grant control over another’s garden, or another Living. For without that garden it may be impossible for them to exist. An Omnist does not force their garden onto another’s garden.
10 If the garden reaches out naturally to the Omnist, the Omnist should be obliged to cater to the needs of the garden, to the best of their ability.

1 An Omnist is flawed, as is Omnism and as are all beliefs that claim to stand-alone.
2 But, without the flaws there would be no search for beauty.
3 Perfection is not the goal, nor should it be a goal for any. The attaining of perfection is to bring about criticism on oneself.
4 Perfection is what lies in the blankness of the Living.
5 Searching for perfection is a futile attempt to be unknowing of one’s own existence. If it is granted to us, then we should understand that we are now becoming a part of the Source.
6 The Source is the perfection, yet it knows not of it’s own existence.
7 So to be perfect, would undoubtedly, be boring.
8 There is only perfection found in Living as long as Living views it as a whole.
9 If there is that much balance as a whole, only then, will we be a near to perfect whole.
10 History has taught us though that our notion of perfection is in the eye of the beholder and is not a lasting thing.
11 There will always be the constant of negativity.
12 At the very least an Omnist hopes to understand and utilize negativity as it is meant.
13 As a keeper of peace, an Omnist should use the negativity to apply balance to whatever the current tribulation is. How much pressure needs to be applied to put things back into balance and, if at all, take them out of the current situation if they are the factor that is throwing it out of balance. Thus, allowing the Omnist to take a step back and understand that there are flaws within them and to encourage themselves to see beyond their own flaws; then become a much better part of the whole, for the whole, keeping themselves humble.
14 Remember the lessons taught and move forward in life, to carry out the next course of action to benefit theirs and possibly another’s garden.

1 What a ridiculous assumption to think that any god would need funds to survive.
2 It is not the God or gods that requires funds. It is the greed of wherever the masses congregate to worship, not all, but many. What a sleight of hand these places use in thinking that it is a good idea to take funds to any gods abounding grace and endless love and mercy.
3 Fear not the tithing of whatever lord may need, for what: isn’t it a safer bet to conduct worship in the comfort and confines of your own inner-selves?
4 To find peace with whichever god of your choosing has set upon you.
5 To first find the peace from within oneself, then to allow for that feeling to flow from within in an outward motion, touching others just through the inner peace one has found.
6 How silly it is to assume that funds are always low, that many a gods’ temple finds itself thriving on the backs of the meager. On the wages of the Living that have toiled so hard to support both fanatical ideas and put food in the bellies of those they show care for.
7 Down with the weekly allowances paid to the houses of self proclaimed holy that would use the allowances to annihilate a god of lesser renown.
8 Shame on that and shame on the falsehood of mercy through funds.
9 Shame on the false prophets that do not conduct themselves from within the hearts of all Living. But instead thrive through the pockets of those that are seeking love and abundance.
10 Thriving on the feelings of those that would much more entertain the notion of a warm sun on their face and worship there, instead of, worshiping under the hot lights that cost numerous weeks wages.
11 What funds would any true God or gods need to rely on?
12 With greed there can be no sense of full fledged peace.
13 For-shame on forcing guilt of greed onto those who fall to their knees.
14 This is not the works of God or gods, but the works of those that are greedy and use fear as a tool to feed their power.
15 And greedy be the Living that requires their “place of worship” to live on the funds of those that cannot afford it.

I Omnist (TOT) Laws


1 It is built in the essence of Living to not do certain things.
2 If an Omnist doesn’t do something, it is not out of fear of something. It is because they either do not want to do it or they just happen to know it is wrong to do.
3 There are very simple rules to live by.
4 Many different moral codes and laws have been passed down by great teachers. Such as the ten commandments. Do as you want, but harm none. The golden rule is another.
5 An Omnist should at least try to follow (very easily) easy commandments
6 Always be honest and faithful, and don’t murder. Do not let anything kill you and don’t kill yourself. The laws of the wild apply. That only is rather contrary, but one should not let another kill. Nor should one go out of their way to kill for their own stimulation.
7 These things should be really easy to adhere to, if you follow these, everything else should just fall into place.
8 These rules are pretty simple for everyone to follow if you put some great thought into it. Or, even if you put little thought into it at all.
9 Say you were just born; the first thought would not likely be that of murdering someone. It would probably be more along the lines of a question…what…?
10 Probably that, just as any idea is formed, there are always going to be questions about what belies behind it.
11 “Where did you get this idea from?”
12 Any idea was always there to begin with, it just hasn’t been brought to ones attention prior to the question being asked.
13 Every Living is born with all the knowledge that they are ever going to have throughout their entire life. It is just a matter of time that the knowledge is revealed to each one of them. Be it through instruction, or just epiphanies that one has throughout their life. Through schooling or educating one-self through another’s sense of good moral guidelines, laying down groundwork for something good to take into consideration.
14 There is no absolution to lack of knowing. Everyone, collectively, knows everything. Whether they can come to terms with agreeing to disagree is another qualm altogether. Understanding that neither side is as entirely wrong as much as each the other side is as equally right.
15 Again, no one person knows it all. An Omnist will recognize this, yet, will probably be unable to get most to feel this way, it would be pressing ones garden onto another’s.
16 It is up to one-self to dictate ones own sense of righteousness without being oppressive, and to gain access to the feelings of the teachings that another Living as dedicated their life towards. But, keep in mind, that no one Living is in a better place for their teachings. Another’s teachings may be just as valuable to that person; just as valuable on a relative scale when both sets of morals are gauged on the lives led by those of the past.

1 An Omnist cannot take away the fears of Living.
2 An Omnist cannot teach a Living anything.
3 An Omnist should know that all they can do is shed light onto details a little bit at a time.
4 The Omnist is not a pacifist (they can be if they so choose) but, they should hold a closer allegiance to the side that leans towards peace.
5 An Omnist is a Living thing that is no better or worse than any other Living they share the planet with.
6 As much conflict as there is, Omnism applies no forcing of thought onto another’s garden and no brutish nature should be taken upon another. Save only as a means of defense if physically accosted, and to defend ones-self for the sake of understanding forgiveness once the battle is finished. To learn of the nature of force, only to rise above it and become one with the alliance of unification through conflict. There is more necessity to be taken from the understanding of the aftermath of a conflict, and to be known as lessons in life for what not to do.
7 Wear what you like…in good taste, of course…there are Living that choose to wear no clothing. Simply abide by the laws and guidelines of your nation to wear what you like, in good taste, of course.
8 Some Living, do not require clothing (or nothing more than animal hide) to live their lives. Native, indigenous tribes in the corners of the world that prescribe to the animal that now clothes them at the moment. Let them have that simply for the fact that it is unlikely that they would even blink at the notion of Omnism. They have their lives and as such should be allowed to keep such a life without influence of “civilized” cultures. If one finds there is something wrong with that sort of behavior, then one should consider looking into their garden and asking themselves who is truly happier: the natives that know themselves, or the “civilized” person mocking them.
9 Most Living prefer grandiose clothing (at appropriate times) it is sometimes all they can afford. This does not constitute their ranks in society as a moral person, only a person living by the means that they have available to them. Or, all that they have been offered. There is no set design to what an Omnist needs or has to wear, nothing is stopping an Omnist from plaid shorts and suspenders with a corduroy t-shirt and a flannel wrapped around their waste. Matching boots, too, just to complete the look why don’t we.
10 Same concept goes for facial hair and hair on ones head, all in good taste. If a Living wants it, let them have it. If baby-faced is your preference, smooth as can be, let it be for thee.
11 An Omnist can either care or not care what they look like, all in good taste as can be provided through circumstance. They should just accept who they are by not lying to themselves.
12 Just so long as doing your best without the intentions to harm another Living, or poisoning their gardens. Then, cater to the good morals as a base of operations for your daily life.
13 Have fun with life, as well as other Living may have fun with theirs. The only barriers that should confine a Living are the ones that we put restraints for ourselves on. Respect the Living that walk beside you, keep them just as much a part of your garden, as they would keep you to theirs.
14 Do not poison their garden. If asked about who you are as an Omnist, or what Omnism is then go carefully into explaining how Omnism is a guide to whatever belief nourishes your garden. Only respond because the other Living asked and wants to know, that is not forcing your garden unto another’s. If you are asked to stop, then stop. Being an Omnist is a very interesting thing and can be perplexing to some, at first.
15 You can worship any God or gods if you like or none at all, you may self-worship, worship Satan, Norse gods even revert back to the Egyptian days and worship Ra, if that is the thing that best suits your garden. But, do not force that on someone else’s garden.
16 If the sacrifice of animals is your thing, then go for it, but rest assured that there are going to be many other people very dissatisfied with these practices. If your God/gods need this, then as an Omnist it would be encouraged to reconcile with your god and go the Christian route of saying that it was meant for a long time ago and it is completely re-interpreted now, so they don’t have to do it. If they can do it, why can’t everyone else? Burnt offer this!…Haha! Senseless sacrificing…how sad….

1 One would suggest though, bear fully in mind the culture that we currently live in. Because there are already laws set in place for us as Living to follow. For the most part, they are very good and meant to keep us safe from harm, from harming others and to give us guidelines to follow and to live by to be a well to do, upstanding member of our communities.
2 They are different everywhere you go. Some are ridiculous, but they are still laws that have been put there for one reason or another. Some are simply laws of nature that will allow us to cope if we decide to live in the wild.
3 Many of them are all very good laws and help us along on our journey to be reminders as to how to give respect towards fellow Living and their properties.
4 Allowing us freedoms that are supported by structure granting us the fundamental basis of treating one another with the respect that we each deserve.
5 It is when these laws become convoluted and oppressive in nature that our lives become unbearable. That is when establishments should begin to retract from certain things, take a step back and say “Hey, there is something seriously wrong here, because Living is becoming increasingly unhappy.”
6 Steering away from the powers that these Living have is difficult, because power is seductive, it is alluring, and it is corruptible.
7 Be one with the Living; understand that there are going to be times, as history has proven, that things need to change. That then, may thrust our civilization into a world of lawlessness. Causing us to forget about how to treat one another, because there is no punishment for despicable actions.
8 Perhaps it is time to look past the boundaries of there being that one way or the other way of doing things. Perhaps it is time for something new, a new unison, a new way of living for the Living, not through war and fighting and breaking of laws, but for a better understanding of one another, through one another.
9 To not abide by the things oppressing us, but to abide by the majority of the good Living in this world and be a collective, unified, one.
10 Abolish greed, abolish the need for anything more than what we are. What then can any one evil Living take from another if there is no need for more?
11 Then, a new set of standards is pressed upon the individual parties involved. Bringing about a rally point for the Living to co-ordinate and operate under and establish a new manner of being, derived not under one God, but of respect towards all gardens and a manifestation of peace through understanding despite colloquial differences.

1 Very good teachers from the past have brought us many different things.
2 Many of these teachers are gone, however, many of their teachings still exist. Influencing us in a great deal during the course of our daily lives.
3 There is power in those words, given to us long ago.
4 A large number of these teachings become convoluted by the corrupt, in order to control, and make us feel insecure.
5 An Omnist would likely be wary of those things, reading between the lines and walking the outskirts of what is going on. Questioning and wondering how such conflicting ideals can make sense.
6 But, it is not an Omnists job to try to argue how another Living should feel, only respect the fact that the Living does feel. And to not have that feeling poison the Omnists, or any of the other Livings’ garden.
7 When one argues over whose god is the correct one and what is the truth, it is best to notice that what carries validity is the energy that is being expressed, and the convictions that carry the notion of god.