Dream Sequence V2

I see you crystal clear,

The silhouette of your fear,

The dried up trail of your tears,

The emptiness you seek to fill.

The hollowedness in your eyes,

The lies you speak to survive,

The complacency you do not fight.

The unfulfilled existence that you dream.

Your energy it speaks to me,

Reflecting the light I cannot see.

So blinded we have come to be,

Seeking out,

Yet never can reach,

Our destined potential, Infinity.

 

Chained, we limit what can be.

We fear, responsibility.

To collectively take ownership of the world, we agreed.

Created this world, in a forgetful state,

Remember we must,

Gaia is worth all of the tears and fears we are destined to shed,

To raise ourselves,

We must transcend,

This fearful state, we call existence,

Into the co-creators of infinite consciousness.

 

How to Live… (Not finished, will complete later)

Live with the light in your eyes,

Unapologetically shine.

Fear nothing.

Live your life.

Define what it means.

Practice what you preach.

Take the time to sit and just be,

Sit and just breathe.

Allow others, to allow others,

Let them just be.

Give and receive.

Love to the fullest if your capacity,

Regret nothing.

Don’t forget to give thanks, for every step you’ve been blessed to take.

Look at the sky,

Take in its beauty,

Remember it as dark clouds block the light.

The storm shall pass, so stand head high

And just know that this life is complied of many lessons,

To nurture our growth,

So take in its blessings.

Transference (VD)

How dare I talk to you again,

Against myself I let you in.

Breaking down from a false sense of what could have been.

Fooling myself.

why do I keep distracting?

I never win!

Tears is how this always ends.

I drown in and you dip out.

This is never my intention but how it always plays out.

Why do I give to vampiric pricks,

Who satisfy their needs and dip.

Transferring their bitchiness,

Stealing the power I hold within.

Sharing is caring, but why the Fuck did I get the short end of the stick?

Empowered you feel,

Emptiness I must heal,

This transaction was such shitty deal!

It was fun in action, but it’s lingering effect, has left me in tears,

I’ve wept and wept.

This cycle I affirm will not happen again,

Then you appear from outer space,

and all my sense is displaced,

by one light touch of your hand, on my shoulder,

My barriers melt,  I slowly cave in,

A perfect storm, waves crashing in,

My mind is flooded with thoughts of you, again!

As I attempt to recover from the disaster that your storm beings,

into my life, I feel broken,

like a toy you use at your own discretion.

I need to break free, end this cycle, once and for all.

Not one more time, I do not need to fall.

Yet, here you stand and down I fall,

Into your abyss,

My tears they fall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Rabbit Hole of Fucked Things!

Up and down,
all around,
fell in the rabbit hole,
lost my ground,
Jenny fell in,
But did not come back out,
Nothing makes sense in this chaotic insane asylum,
No sense makes the most sense,
so don’t hold on to sense,
Cause soon you’ll out grow such limited concepts,
Just to grip onto another riddle filled of nonsense,
poverty you will obtain
This the spirit of the insane,
Displacing power,
Loss and gain,
You loose, no gain,
Don’t complain, just maintain,
The motivation to feed my urge and feel the pain,
Live in fear and question nothing,
Shut your mouth and do what I say,
How dare you attempt to take all the power you gave to me,
How dare you try be an empowered being,
Get back in place, shut your mouth, embrace the chains, I gave to you,
At least you got something,
Be happy with what you receive,
You ungrateful bitch,
Misery I shall bring, to bring you back down again,
Your unworthiness shall remain,
For in your lives imprisonment is all you’ll ever achieve,
This is the fear you were socialized to perceive, to confirm and live,
This is the lie we want you to believe, with every breath, until your death,
Broken and forgetful,
heavy chest,
do your jobs, and die from stress,
No matter what you think you can do, remember that you were socially constructed to believe what we say is truth,
We are everything and nothing,
Feeding from you,
So conform and feed,
Or you will bleed, and your death will spread the fear once again,
We will feed and feed our never ending hunger from such powerful beings,
So unaware of the power they hold,
For we are masters of the greatest deception,
They will never collectively know.
fear is our weapon of choice,
mass destruction,
It never gets old,
Cycles repeat as ignorance unfolds,
The bliss of it all, I have never known,
I guess that’s why, alone I roam, this plane,
Never fully understanding why the Fuck so many people call me insane,
when I feel the reverse,
Like I’m lost in a fucked up dream,
We’re sanity, there’s no such thing!

Cosmic Diaspora

I am afraid,

afraid to let myself free,

to allow myself to take wing,

to be the star-shining butterfly locked inside of me.

Chained by my mind in a cage of lies,

but still she shines,

patiently awaiting to be set free.

With loving light she shine in me.

she holds no grudge,

nor passes a judgment,

as I argue and fight my own transformation.

Evolving a state of discretion,

filled with blues no window could take.

Chaotic mind,

paralytic state,

pushing, pulling, and falling down.

Forcing myself up off the ground.

Self evolution, 

re-birthed, anew,

knowing this is my inevitable truth.

Getting out of my own way is what I must do,

but this heavy weight makes me struggle to get through.

To let go, it seems I just can’t do.

But this beautiful light locked inside,

is worth all my efforts,

worth winning this fight,

this fight, I have created within the confines of my own mind.

Finally shattering my paradigm of lies.

No longer living an illusion of comfort.

A comfort, discomfort, aimless reach.

Comfort in the known limits so habitual to me.

Indeed, a discomfort so familiar it seems.

A concept of home it has become to me.

Displaced in furthest thing from home.

Left to roam with a feeling of disgrace.

Displaced from home in a forgetful state.

Home, home, I want to go home,

But to where it is I do not know,

I’ll fallen down a spiraling hole,

where direction leads with a linear tone.

Tone deaf is what I have been programmed to be.

Missing the rhythms,

I have forgotten me,

I have forgotten we,

the harmonious vibrations we were meant to be.

Unchaining myself so we can finally be… FREE!