Out of the darkness a young girl walked on the starry night of May.
her long hair cascading down with ease, as she found the strength to get up off her knees.
so many years lost, twisted in sorrows and fears, so many nights weeping and holding the burdon of tears.
No longer more. No longer more.
from the dark the light was born and in the dark the light shines brightest.
embracing this way we encounter Decay
instead of fading amongst a shadow of the day, blending into the world of gray…
Think not with the mind because the eyes which it depends upon have become blind.
feel with the thought and think with the being called the heart
there is always a path where The time was taken to start
lead not, follow not , sit and just be.
Take the time to be Joyful to be happy and use honesty to stay free.
Keep remembering only our sorrows dread the tomorrow’s…
listen to the self and be not afraid to do what must be done
build within trust see what it is to be at one
Do you dare be aware?
then hear the thought that could not by thyself be seen…
With it’s accountability alone enlightenment is an increasing possibility
is your reception clear enough for my perception?
rid the deception… then you’ll find the connections to answer any and all questions.
It’s about time I gave mention to the nature of my intention.
Concepts and thought without misconception.
With no exemption
i take their soul and burn them like coal the secret from time the abnormal rythm chose me in rhyme
So many of those lives i stole, and now i own the role, which is responsible for deaths missing and increasing payroll.
Tearing down the gates of heaven and gates of hell amongst the oceans of thoughts as they swell…. I find a comfortable place to dwell.
Amongst the voiceless I find communication, a way, a mutuality that isn’t hazy and Grey.
What more can I say about this very day?
The sometimes ….
i remain hidden in the dark, disguised as the remora but i am the shark…. lurking, much like the rabid black dog being without a bark… balancing being human burdened with emotion, half dead amongst the angels ark, and cursed with this knowledge and cognitively awakened notion ….
So in such mind i think not so my process is clear, so can expand beyond What I tell myself i fear….
can you hear? the voices amongst the violence of silence…
i guess that statement is a little extreme, but its true as it would seem, life is a dream whether or not we merrily sing while sailing this vivid stream…..
A thought assassin
An upper class man
Hope in our future
No wound for suture
No disease to cure
before its undone
Collects the ” none ”
Our broken thoughts under the sun…
It Fuels the fire and desire to create
Where the common man will depreciate…
Create something other then ways to instigate investigate or deliberate
Grow from within
What the hell is a sin?
When truth is right or wrong do not exist
As much as you deny that and try to resist
It is what it is
A thought assassin
Dark as night and crooked smile
Do not miss miss what you cannot see.
Which is life for the likes of we,
Coexistence with impossibility.
Beauty is not within the eye
That is the lie
The ugly truth is what you find uncouth
Because your lost in the dream of reality.
We call this lost at sea.
Found this thought at gate 333
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
No. Absence makes the heart tired of absence.
“What goes around comes around”
No. What comes around comes around and what stays around you encourage.
“Age before beauty”
That instance is only true when it comes to death.
“Can’t turn a hoe into a house wife”
No. Truthfully, ive seen more “hoes” become married and many good women left to fend for themselves because a good woman wouldn’t put up with half the bull a hoe would. I wonder why divorce is so common. Just saying.
“You get what you give”
No. You get what people give you. Which sucks. No matter how hard you work for it
“Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what your going to get”
No. Life is not that sweet and with employment life became quite predictable. You know what your going to get . and the funny thing is, chocolate boxes have a key to what’s what we just don’t read it. So unless there is a book that is a specific key to , forest gump is still an inbred idiot whose daddy had alto of money and that’s what got him by.
“Better to have love and lost to never have loved at all”
Really. If it was love there would be no win or loss and it would not be so traumatic and dramatic.
“Jesus loves you”
Is that why his people preach instead of feeding the starving? Sounds to me they want to get the brainwash in when your down so they can be sure to keep you in line and make a lie a reality. And … If Jesus was all love , why is his following so judgemental against their norm?
Don’t give me a saying unless you want to be gagged. Because its all they are. Gags.
When you READ INTO our lives its much like history.
Many memories elaborate with what we assume was the most logical reason as to why things were done the way they were.
Most of the time we are stuck in a point of view, stuck in our thoughts, stuck in trying to be in the shoes of another with the reasoning trying to “understand”. What if we just didn’t think at all.
Is it possible?
I wonder if we completely abandoned our thoughts and emotions and remained neutral in observance if we would continue to read into others histories or even our own……If we would continue to worry about tomorrow or if we instead by theory in that moment after practicing the habit of abandoning opinion and judgement, would adopt a new sensation.
It’s harder then you think to not have a point of view. Tell me of your experiences .
Have you ever been in the now?
Practice that. I will do the same!
Tears years fears and too many beers amongst my peers.
No need to compare when we all share and is the only way we found can truelly be fair.
Its not by blind faith that a mountain moves but the obstacle is overcome by a gental voice that soothes.
Gental hands lead and rarely does anger succeed when you let it breathe.
A soft touch to a broken heart may be too much until the heart lets go of its painful clutch.
- A kiss is not to miss if in total bliss and at one in a moment like this.