Internal Reflection

Trapped in a mirror of altered perspective , as opinion becomes like reality in the way it is reflective, I practice patients and become carefully analytical and selective, as to what I will allow you to place subjective, until I find what with me is your objective.

I write here in this book with rhyme
Because it is the only way I break free from what you call time,
And I can view on my own in my zone and take my mind to a place almost blind
The place where you cannot restrict cannot bind and cannot leave behind
Alone being with out essence of presence but actual existance with no resistance
This place where all is one , where im not oppressed with opinions plaguing the understandings of what you think you know
Beyond what you wish me to show
And beyond the progression or expectations or obsessions in what we reap or sew
The place where one can see, one can grow
Without being told it is or isnt so
Is the place I still know
And to it you cannot go
Until you give such peace
You gain not such release
That should answer all your misplaced resentments with ease

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Author: mAdMoUtHiNk

Say what you want say what you will; I feel its sad how we feel what we say and make each other ill…. build me up or break me still, the monster is in this language; as a kill or a thrill.

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