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...

Fools Emergency

In case of emergency set me free from all intelligence... For what makes sense to us... Only the fools, the ghouls think stupidity counters ignorance. I roam this sphere in fear,with halos of question marks, I etched my place in yesterday's HIStory, wondering if all HIS tall tales paints me in a vivid color of truth. But in case of an emergency please have the decency to deploy all coy thoughts from your mind. Leave behind the LOST and forget what was FOUND in the maze of time. Who dares to think...actually, our trademark is of the thoughtless who thinks of the complicated souls of tomorrow...the future keeps everything at a steady pace and the face of the present leaves the peasants at authority.

Isolated Psalms

Isolated psalm

Where do I scream when no one is around to hear my voice... Is it by choice that I have to make what shapes me into the belief of my own stupidity...In a malaise of blaze...my hatred runs ramped . I find solitude in my own confinement... So where do I go from here...the days are years and years are eternities, with a blink of an eye...I am no longer where I said I'd be...only these echoes bellows my existence. With persistence I show resistance to conformity...ejaculated  moments of my isolation, has both mind and heart racing in the marathon of time...I bolt...I gleeful we where no one can never find me...although i rest soundly in the hearts of many... I also reside in the winters of plenty... But to have much of nothing... Parallels the life of the empty... Then when will my cup draw half full?

 
Where do I scream when no one is around to hear my voice... Is it by choice that I have to make what shapes me into the belief of my own stupidity...In a malaise of blaze...my hatred runs ramped . I find solitude in my own confinement... So where do I go from here...the days are years and years are eternities, with a blink of an eye...I am no longer where I said I'd be...only these echoes bellows my existence. With persistence I show resistance to conformity...ejaculated  moments of my isolation, has both mind and heart racing in the marathon of time...I bolt...I gleeful we where no one can never find me...although i rest soundly in the hearts of many... I also reside in the winters of plenty... But to have much of nothing... Parallels the life of the empty... Then when will my cup draw half full?

The Want (Step 2 of Addiction)

The Want (Step 2 of Addiction)

I don’t want to want you…my heart hurts wanting you, my mind says it should fight off the temptation of a want…I never favored. But the want is there…it stares at us both salivating at the next time…we want. I know the want is a urge that is not of my control, but do I dare control a hunger for a lust…I cannot fathom your want being any lesser than I…in your slightest reply you sigh a sign of relief in jest of my want…But do I dare want something that is forbidden in the garden of sin. Challenging everything that I believe in, the only one thing that I know to be true…is this feeling of…the feeling of…my wanting haunting your mind, my want creeping into your veins, would you submit to such drug, I do sometimes struggle with such addiction…my want never rests, it never sleeps, it insomniac tendency evades rationality, it creates a mirage for my reality…I have succumbed to my fear of turning my want into something I love.

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