Death to our Sixth Sense

Death of Our Sixth Sense

The happening of truth comes from a source of experience that can be explained.​..manifest​ed. The trials of fallacies exclaims a belief that we are the actors in our actions which derives from our true self, though deep down I frown at the requiems of dreams I have in the wee hours of my nightmares​. The haunting feeling to me is that knowing I will never change. I will never subdue... I will never distinguis​h the similariti​es of me or the living portraits that reminds me of you. The happenings of Living... Breathing.​..Smelling​...Touchin​g...Hearin​g...all these lively qualities, the characteri​stics of what it is to dwell in the cellar of the lively... I will die in the arms of the dead wishing I was lifeless in the happenings of the happiness that I dread...bu​t all that is whispered in jest are just hymns of the wind that bellows below the coffins that sleep soundless in the earth rapture...​wait and listen and capture your sense before it is gone to waste...be gone with what is ignorant and keep all that is authentic above soil.

Fast Food Interlude

Fast Food Interlude

They gave us all the Pain and we MUSTARD' it up while the rest
of world played KETCHUP...they LETTUCE rave in glee of our mediocrity...no CHEESE to spread the wealth or melt the two poverty and greed! Mislead our minds as segregated meat! We are all FUCKED up HAMBURGERS without the cheese!

Fast Food Interlude

Fast Food Interlude

They gave us all the Pain and we MUSTARD' it up while the rest
of world played KETCHUP...they LETTUCE rave in glee of our mediocrity...no CHEESE to spread the wealth or melt the two...poverty and greed! Mislead our minds as segregated meat! We are all FUCKED up HAMBURGERS without the cheese!

Emotion of Hate From The Heart...Less

Drawn from the heart in the twilight of the dawn...

I realize I have a hidden hatred for others happiness, secluding myself from such emotion, I channel all thoughts front my own. Stone hinge heart; I draw such clever contrast with a lack of thought to channel such emotion I lack. While keeping such emotion in tact I react not knowing I am the emotion I lack I am that emotion I hate! Oh how sick I am of LOVE, Living Over Vague Emotion. I see the difference, I see I want out of such of such bondage, the two bonded by one man we can never see, I question such commitment!  For what was once white...with hints of promise is now BLACK and shades of malice. I chastise the fool who drools over such EMOTION...the very attribute we lack we find in hidden containers called hearts...for once upon a time I had one of those...