Are you one
of the frightened ones
who finds it hard
to keep your door ajar
to look a little further
from the things
you think you are

It is said
Those
Who want to live
Their life's
In intentional Ignorance
Belittling
Becoming trolls
Let them be still
And those
Who are not
Let them be still
For at the End
Of their days
Those
Who continue to vibrate
On the Base line of Life
Will be screaming
In Fear
Of the Psychological pain
When they Finally understand
The meaning
There be Sharks
In their Jungle Of Perceptions
In Their
Pig ignorant Dog eat Dog World

How
do you do that
I would like to know
the skill that's needed
to make it so
to stretch one's illusions
over the cracks
of your broken thoughts
where your denial pretends
that you could be friends
if only
you would ignore
the knocking
on your door
that echoes inside
your head

The rich
may lose a little
but they will still
be rich
the poor
will lose nothing
for they will still
be poor
but for you
who call yourself
middle class
it shall be you
we will  meet
on the streets
and in the parks
with your cardboard blanket
looking for a place
that's warm
while your children
start over again
clawing back
all that you have lost
all because
you put your trust
into the ballot box
of hope

Why should you
feel
so embarrassed
when other people
can see
that you
do not fit
into the shape
that they
in their ignorance
believe
you should be

Do you feel
comfortable
within these walls
where you sit
do you feel
satisfied
when you look through
these *****
cracked windows
of your life
gazing
at all the hopes and promises
that you faithfully made
to the reflection
that still patiently waits
for the day you complete
the things
that you say

When one plays
With the insane
Side of life
Inviting
The Whispering
Into one's Home
When one joins
The orchestra
Of Pain
Listening
To the music
Within one's Mind
Dancing
To the Low Frequencies
Of short cuts Envy
Bitterness WHO to Blame
No matter WHO you are
You will
Be Left Behind
To reap
All that you have Sown

No my friend
I couldn't do
What you do
Nearly everyday
You watch
From day to day
Someone's else's life
You feel
What Their going through
I'm the same
But the difference is
I try to watch and feel
What I'm
Going through
In My Life
So the people around me
Don't feel like aliens
When i
Disconnect
From someone else's
Life
That I see
On the Net

What I am
is who I am            
and what I am
is ME

Are you happy
in how you're growing
within the body
that you see
in the reflection
of your perception
that brings you
to your knees
when the chemicals
and cutting
do nothing
but please
your broken belief
that only the outside
really exists

It is when the door
starts to slowly open
within
our minds eye
it is then
with growing fear
we will have
to decide
will we hide
within
our house of cards
with our belief
of denial
that our denial
will last
or will the wave
of our imprisoned feelings                            
pass us
through the door
to a place
all our life
we have tried
to ignore

It has been said
For many years
You cannot Pass

No matter your tears
No matter your wants
No matter your needs

For your Heavy
Vibrational
Emotions
Will Forever
Keep you Chained
In Recarnations
Within this Circle
Of Lamentations

Where Your Mind
Not You
Is free

Does one's life
One's
Way of thinking
One's
Way of Living
Looks Suspiciously like
Someone's else's
Copy and paste
Belief's

How can we say
we live a life
when our intent
scrapes clean
our honest pride
to leave
our morals
nowhere to hide
but within
the comfortable arms
of denial

A Spartacus is needed
within the American system
to show the Romans
in Washington
that all roads
should lead to freedom

When logic
doesn't understand
reason
feelings
do not exist

Being feeble minded
Has been
Psychologically
And Scientifically
Stolen from the old
Now trending
Among the Young

It doesn't matter
What People Say
I already have
What I Need
From You

A Friend

Do you know
How many Subscribers
And followers I've got
How much money I get
How many people like
To know what I'm doing er
You don't do You
YEP your right
I don't know
COZ I don't want to Know

DO you know
How many people subscribe
To me
How many like to know
What I'm doing
Their called Friends
NOTE the word friends
Not Strangers not bots
Real flesh and blood
Friends
Do you know
How much money I get
No
I get **** all
Man that's Sad
Hahaha
You think
I would rather be wearing my shoes
Than yours
Uploading
Your everyday life
To your followers
Who are strangers you've never met
The stress of doing it just right
The obsession watching everyday
For thumbs up and Likes
You get a thumbs down
And your world
Comes crashing down
You get depressed
Now that's SAD
Living your life
With those happy smiley
Digital faces
And the one's
You do meet
You wonder a little paranoid
Are they after
A slice of my pie
NO my friend
I couldn't Live
A fake Life

I'll help you out
I’ll help you out
I won't
let you drown
from within
I’ll help you back
to these muddy shores
for your heaven
is too far to swim

Do your
whisperings
of all
your yesterdays
echo
in your ears
as the present
quietly weeps
with the one
you hold
when you sleep

Is this
all we have
sympathy
for the innocent
who are being broken
and starved
dreaming
the same dream
of eating the food
that we
throw in the bin
is this
all we have
a strong hope
that we proudly present
to strangers
and friends
while our feelings
sadly sit back
and watch our ignorant
shallow thoughts
entertaining our mind
on how to pretend
that we
with our pride
change lives

Deep in your head
you know
this well of dreams
is dry

When your mind
has been shattered
every shard
must be found
among the ruins
of your broken heart
within
these decaying thoughts
with denial
beyond belief
that you knew the price
you would pay
when you walked this way

Are you looking
for something
in someone
but only feeling the need
are you are somewhere
near the border
where there are signs
that you should read

Will you ever finish
what you started
when you promised
you would change
when you promised
you would turn
another page
that you would dig deep
into your emotions
to find
another way
to break these chains
of this twisted hidden
love of shame
of I'm sorry I promise
I won't hit you
again
depending
on what I feel
when frustration
becomes my pain
thinking
the only thing
I can change
is your face

Your future
begins
at the start                                    
of every thought
you create

It is not the colour
of the skin
that you live in
or even where
you are born
it is
the colour
of your thoughts
that define
your state of mind
in a world
where thoughts
are becoming
colour blind

One cannot Change
Peoples minds
For the Possibility
That one can
Is zero
One can Only speak
One can Only write
One's possibilities
Of one's Belief's

And Wait

And those who Have
An unconscious Feeling
That there is
Something Wrong
Those who Haven't Slaughtered
Their Curiosity
Of Understanding
The Psychological
Possibility
That they
Might be wrong

Will Come

No
one can't Change
Peoples Minds
By promotional Repetition
Cherry picking
Bullet points
One Can Only
Wait
For they
They Alone
Will Decide Their Fate

Could you not feel    
something for someone
yet not see it
for what it really is
eventually
but often too late
to reinstate
that feeling
that should have kept you
Awake

Are you missing
a firewall
that line of defence
that warns you
of the psychological intent
of the Trojan
that wants
To be your friend

OH my
Your not exactly
The sharpest knife
In the kitchen of life
Are you

Let me explain

IF you have no freedom
To speak
What  You Think

Total *******
Or Commonsense

Then
You have no freedom
To think
So whats the ******* point
******* about
Freedom of movement
When your not Allowed To Think

Truth cannot be destroyed
only hidden
behind corrupted doors
forced
into a twisted corner
battered and beaten
hanging in chains
and there
it still remains
hidden
by denials wish
that this
skeletal abomination
of truth
should never be allowed
to speak
to those who seek
the reasons why
we
our children
have been
denied

I'm
One of those People
That Pretend I'm convincing
My mind
To fully Commit While
My mind Remains Confused
For My mind
Doesn't Understand Pretend
For at the end of the day
People Say
There are Question's
That Must  be Asked
Who runs your body
Is it not Your brain
And who Runs your brain
Is it not Your Mind
And Who Runs your Mind
Is it Not You

Psychology
is nothing
but a flawed prophecy
of what you might do
depending on your mood

It is only when
you have cancer
in your thoughts
can you be called
a walking corpse
one who walks the lands
of fractured dreams
looking for
a reflection
to please

Have you barred
your feelings
from the thoughts
that wish to know
why you hide
behind
other people's denial
within a comfort zone
where your feelings
keep telling you
this
is not
your home

Are we lost
within the graveyards
of pious broken thoughts
where our past memories
of intent
still weakly crawl
between the light of the moon
and the headstones
of regret
like slowly fading ghosts
we forget
the task we were given
when we brought life
into this world
the task
of building a road
where our children
could proudly boast
that they gave
their blood
sweat and tears
for us
yet
like slowly fading crippled ghosts
we still walk the graveyards
of broken thoughts
where we cry
behind the masks we wear
while smiling
at a reflection
of a fading ghost
who cares

It is when
one starts to slide
does one start
to change
where ones lack of empathy
begins to feed
on the feelings
that should be making
one weep

You were not expecting
the feeling to be here
you could not believe
as you gazed
across the space
that separates you
from the place
where the one
you hold in your dreams
waits to be united
with the half
they have never seen

Has One
Is one
Hungry
To be a part
Of something bigger
Then yourself
Has one
Picked
A Political side
IF one has
Then one is still
Hungry

Do you sometimes
wake up screaming
knowing
it is still there
like razor wire
coiled around
your inner thoughts
slowly shredding
the empathy that you court
as it whispers
the pious words
that you blindly repeat
to the hope
that still believes
that your intent
will set you free
from the coils
that hold your inner thoughts
in a place
that should not be

The apathy pack arrives
only when your state of mind
starts to fade
into the abyss of whispers
where the chaos
of black and white
flays the skin of reason

Is it not our shame
that is decaying
between the widening cracks
of our broken thoughts
where we gaze
through the eyes
of our masks
that were never
educated enough
to educate
us

You are Not
Or will you Ever be
Included
In Any
Of our debates
On how to deal with
All these problems
We have today

And If you try
You will be
Laughed at
Trolled
Dehumanized

IF you carry on
You will Be ghosted
Deleted banned
By Those who are
In a position
To Do so

But Why

Because people like you
Cannot Be
Reprogrammed

Because your not
Wilfully Ignorant

Because your Perceptions
Are to damm Close
To the ******* Truth

Because we avoid this
LIKE the Plague

You Don't

The greatest trick

The evil Minded

Ever played

Was to hide their Horns

In a Crown of Thorns

Let me Understand You

You didn't Get the memo
Not even a text
A letter maybe
The Rules have been Changed
IT don't matter how much you have Or what you have
Or who you were
Be you rich man
Poor man
begger man
Or even a thief

You ain't Coming In
Your on the wrong Frequency
Rules are RULES Man
Regretting ****
At this stage it's a little bit late in the day Eh

It's wheely wheely simple You Ain't Human Minded

SO in a word Your ******

NEXT

When twisted nature
robs you
of your children
when you look in the mirror
who do you blame
when a child lays dying
on a ***** street corner
or tied to a bed
screaming in vain
please
look at the children
who do you blame