All things have been given purpose.
Even the rocks, the things that appear to be doing nothing
To the universe, they mean everything.

For those that don't believe in God,
This may raise eyebrows.
Who gave all things purpose ?

Has your body ever acted involuntarily without you noticing?
A moment after you realize that the action was of great help for a moment after.
It is moments like these that some came to acknowledge the existence of fate.

What is fate ?
Why do things happen the way they do in their nature?
Forces is the answer BUT WHY do these forces behave in this manner?

Have you ever felt like you are in a matrix ?
Your feelings deceive you not but the question you ask is not phrased correctly.
You are trapped, just not in the matrix but the universe.
The feeling you have that "the matrix"(universe) is an illusion is simply because the universe is Someone's imagination.

We all are the universe.
The universe is God.
The universe is part of God.

I saw your eyes in the deep water
Starring...
I saw your legs rooted to the surface of the waters
Growing...
All the way down, I met up with your eyes again
You stood there and watched me drown
You then walked away, climbing on steps going all the way down
There, you knocked on a door
But unattended to, you decided to
Violently get your hand across the door
Pulling back, my left leg in your hand sunk down the floor
I managed to resist
But still, I feared you'd persist

Still watching, Still drowing
You stood before 2 windows
A drop accompanied another holding hands
I cried
Tears equivalent to oceans and seas
Tears as ***** as a human mind can be

For the first time you spoke
Unfortunately my ears only heard bubble talk
But my eyes tried to make sense of your lips moving
And this is what I saw
"eerf era uoy"

They drink to forget their problems
I smoke a joint
They cry and move on when their hearts are broken
I stay itching for my fixture when my joints are broken
If ever their joints get broken they wouldn't be able to live
Neither would I and that's one thing we have in common

With these joints you made feel like I can move mountains
With this knee joint in the future I would kneel and ask you to marry me
But the joy in my joints is no more
The red blood cells die in vein
The cells lose shape of what was once a circle
And what was joined in life I ask if only it can be broken as death do us apart
But now for now
Reality hits me in the eyes and gives back the sight once robbed
So just like any human being
I can't live with broken joints
And just like any stoner
I can't get high on these broken joints

I get high with friends
I get high alone
But getting high with you is a memory I wish to relive
I embrace tightly every thought of you
It is the closest I can be to you lately
And with every pull I take from each joint
I pray that God may pull you right back into my arms
Don't give up on me.... Don't give up on us
Runaway
But I broke my leg once yet today I'm able to chase after you
I'm inlove with you

I ask you this, why can't we
Be joints joined
To experience the joy in joined joints
And be joined joints jointed joyfully?

Inbetween the 4 heads
Inbetween the alphabets
Still, i stand, to be corrected:
I see 3 things on your mind
I am on your mind
I am on your mind
I am on your mind
The reason to your question is in the first line

"Open the second 6th door
Leave the other 6 doors open"
I said
"You'll find a duplicate of myself in the future "
****** kind of evil, do you see?
I am bad but to be on your mind

Pretty lady
It would be rude if I letlft your mind
Without introducing myself
Who am i ?
Looking at you through a pyramid
Hiding my face
Claiming enlightenment with a blind i
For the gold
Be my soulmate where I dug it
The number 6 inverted in the alphabet
All I want, Pretty lady is :
For you to read inbetween these letters:
BD

You are a fugitive
You escape a lie in a dream
Eye,  nerve, brain
Input, process, output
Imaging reality or illusions?
Question yourself !

Our alpha is our omega
Our future is our past
History is a routine
Is new new?
If only you knew...
I wish I did
The User uses His computer
Like He is supposed to
Viruses under the knowledge of The User
Duplicate and Destory
He has to protect His computer, like He is supposed to
Right ?
The files in the system are corrupt

The User of the computer exists in the system
The manual of the computer exists in the system
144000 files saved
The end.

Impatient nightmares that no longer wait for sleep
This is all his eyes ever bared witness to
Sitted at the dinner table
His daily bread awaits
A plate full of colourful round pills
His silence is overshadowed by the echoes from his chewing
The only explanation given to the boy about his touch :
By the touch of his hands
Matter will decay
His nose defies the Creator
His nose would rather serve purpose to sniff
The cause being the sad little voices
Whispering in his ear, conspiring with his conscious

Picture the boy writing on paper
Blood flowing from his heart to ink his pen
This is how his poem goes
............................................................­.......

I am
A malfunctioning creation

Help!!!

I'm alive

I am
A malfunctioning human-robot
Stuck with a nervous system
That just won't report

I embarked on a mother of missions
Every part of my wires
Twitched and sparked
And told me to abort

I tried to meet my Maker
I jumped and fell short

Now

I'm just
A malfunctioning creation
It's not just
If only you could see haste of my hesitation

I'm just a human-robot
In a dying, ****** nation