Maintaining a shroud of secrecy...Honor is at stake yet slave is not my name... Modern Age Slavery is Living each day as the last of an existence deprived of any meaning... Forced fed mentality, imposed value systems. To accept our condition is to perpetuate the crime. Mark my word... I shall be free in my mind.... I'll Break my chain with the strength of despair...
Self pity is at a stage that words can no longer express & only delusion seems to satisfy all those around me... Eternally in my heart, forever in my mind...
Living each day as the last of an existence deprived of much meaning, deprived of passion that we could live... We appear as dead inside...
A death dress like life's a charade like a fake mask, yet consumed & worn... imperative to not know and admire the lessons of the world, tendrils of the serpent coiled in the mind.... as tainted ashes with etymological meaning...
Never acknowledging the underlying cause indoctrinated axioms infused in minds of many & yet perceived as truths of no benefit or great clarity...
Page by page they flip through their lifes story, themselves as the only authors upon its pages a book written. This in their attempt to find meaning... they search for joy in these worldly offerings.. Joy & happiness were never meant to be temporary... Are we ever satisfied? ...
These pleasures they melt away fast... as Page by page they flip through them again in each life time relived... But Ghod we are tired of searching...
We are tired of flipping through our life page after page... We are weary, we are broken, we are at our whits end...
This Raven says it is inside Yourself you find the ever lasting joy... It is inside yourself you find ever lasting pleasures you create them yourself...
Like shattered crystals do we fit once more to meld, equation is the change as our re-born reprisal is found as a emotional sedative...
As the egotistical masters of suffering then seem to crumble when words of LoVes intoxication are toxicated they wash over my soul like spitting venom with such trembling power... an essence of confusion that takes hold, locks and never let's go... something about honesty.. & those who live with guilt forgotten...
I've got no thinking, now mindless with deep connections inside nothing... must admit... this essence is brilliant, comforting allowing me to relax & let go.... did I consume that indoctrination in any responses? No..
I needed someone to talk to.. much mental emotional & physical suffering which isnt fine... seeking some reflection in this glass mirror house to remind me there is a carnival outside with love & laughter... facing deep confusions floating as if lying in cool crisp ocean waters, yet fear at the same time...
Should I find an array of new found thoughts of my own or ploy only with thoughts old of the many... describe this book as my own mindscapes or accept this temporary physical weakness preferable to that of mental torture?... best believe I have alot of nothing to say right now, though bitterness isnt my reality, like the fly walking on a flame of shadows..
Patience is the minds cancer.. no longer... like a duel torus memory corporate radio disease empire it belongs to none.....
All madness, all is nonsense, we seek to hold the world in our narrow minds compass, a policy with no refunds & with truth omitted..
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A group to share your own poetry and both modern and ancient poetry that you enjoy
༺..Intoxication And Toxicated.. ༻
by ënagualí~ᏉLAᗪἇ ኔጡ።
Aug 28
༺..Intoxication And Toxicated.. ༻
Maintaining a shroud of secrecy...Honor is at stake yet slave is not my name... Modern Age Slavery is Living each day as the last of an existence deprived of any meaning... Forced fed mentality, imposed value systems. To accept our condition is to perpetuate the crime. Mark my word... I shall be free in my mind.... I'll Break my chain with the strength of despair...
Self pity is at a stage that words can no longer express & only delusion seems to satisfy all those around me... Eternally in my heart, forever in my mind...
Living each day as the last of an existence deprived of much meaning, deprived of passion that we could live... We appear as dead inside...
A death dress like life's a charade like a fake mask, yet consumed & worn... imperative to not know and admire the lessons of the world, tendrils of the serpent coiled in the mind.... as tainted ashes with etymological meaning...
Never acknowledging the underlying cause indoctrinated axioms infused in minds of many & yet perceived as truths of no benefit or great clarity...
Page by page they flip through their lifes story, themselves as the only authors upon its pages a book written. This in their attempt to find meaning... they search for joy in these worldly offerings.. Joy & happiness were never meant to be temporary... Are we ever satisfied? ...
These pleasures they melt away fast... as Page by page they flip through them again in each life time relived... But Ghod we are tired of searching...
We are tired of flipping through our life page after page... We are weary, we are broken, we are at our whits end...
This Raven says it is inside Yourself you find the ever lasting joy... It is inside yourself you find ever lasting pleasures you create them yourself...
Like shattered crystals do we fit once more to meld, equation is the change as our re-born reprisal is found as a emotional sedative...
As the egotistical masters of suffering then seem to crumble when words of LoVes intoxication are toxicated they wash over my soul like spitting venom with such trembling power... an essence of confusion that takes hold, locks and never let's go... something about honesty.. & those who live with guilt forgotten...
I've got no thinking, now mindless with deep connections inside nothing... must admit... this essence is brilliant, comforting allowing me to relax & let go.... did I consume that indoctrination in any responses? No..
I needed someone to talk to.. much mental emotional & physical suffering which isnt fine... seeking some reflection in this glass mirror house to remind me there is a carnival outside with love & laughter... facing deep confusions floating as if lying in cool crisp ocean waters, yet fear at the same time...
Should I find an array of new found thoughts of my own or ploy only with thoughts old of the many... describe this book as my own mindscapes or accept this temporary physical weakness preferable to that of mental torture?... best believe I have alot of nothing to say right now, though bitterness isnt my reality, like the fly walking on a flame of shadows..
Patience is the minds cancer.. no longer... like a duel torus memory corporate radio disease empire it belongs to none.....
All madness, all is nonsense, we seek to hold the world in our narrow minds compass, a policy with no refunds & with truth omitted..
Breath.. Exhale..
Now Save or Erase..
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