The world is a mad place to be.
Yet we're all here.
The majority. Makes it so.
We make it so. There is I and we.
Madness within peace. A singularity
In a clear pond, probably.
Truth in doubt and doubt in truth.
A lie in reality as we lie in reality
Watching the stars as we lie to reality.
We see, feel, hear, smell, taste, think and we both float and sink.
We perceive but we Don't perceive, unknown to us is what we Don't perceive so our limitation lies in the very light we use to uncover truth. To uncover truth means to pull away the cover that was covering truth. What covered truth, what force governs the cover? That force could be perceived by nothing but our own curiosity.

Yeah..

The place my drained soul hoped to find some rest
The place I hoped where light would still shine within my chest
Thought  I could settle here, finally relax
unwind from this emotional and mental stress
Living on a shred of hope
that I would stay with you untill my death
This place, where at one point my soul was ripped to shreds
My home left, I didn't blame her. No regrets..

After that..
I was sitting in this emtpy shell
a fragment, ancient remnant of what once was my home
Big place, no soul, just me and my old friend Alone.
The last piece of my old home, my loyal friend..
he had to see his pack go..
I was forced to let him go..I couldn't give him a home
I'm sure he also felt torn and alone..robbed of those he loved..

Struggling to take even the slightest step..
My brothers had my back..
made sure I kept breathing
held my thoughts in check
prevented me from falling into this emotional and mental death..
stood by me as I climbed from the depths
helped me cope with this loss and defeat
and were a crucial part in turning this negativity
into positivity
You know I love you guys
and I am forever gratefull...
I found my resolve, made a step
occasionally fell back
but that was okay..
I was on the road to at least try and find my new home

Present day, sitting in my living room, everything in organised chaos
past months have been a living Hell
now it's time to say goodbye to this empty shell
that was once my home..
I did shed a tear, shook hands with my friend Alone
May we never cross paths again..
Goodbye my friend..

I wanted to respond to his statement but I remembered I still had to call him.
-S.Y.

Earth's sadness pours upon me,
clothes soaked in tears
I shed my own..
casting aside my mask
curtains removed from the windows
I open them
and let it rain inside my heart
The Earth lets out a mighty roar
one from pain, one from hurt
our hearts open
as we both declare war
we stand firm readying our swords
we will not lose
we will not falter
we will not stop
until we are victorious

HEY!!!
WHAT THE F*!!
Who are you?
.....
"I'm your muthafuckin' conscience" - Eminem
......
No! You're not..
Alien thoughts invade my mind
Peer within my soul
and what once was beautifully blue
is now a darkened sky
poisoned, negative thoughts
poised to strike
Massacre in my temple
no more praying..
no peace
I was forced to leave
Now he is me
and I.. a remnant
a distant memory
A fragment
From someone
who never really know
who he was
untill the day the invasion came

Blood runs colder than cashflow
- Psiklone

Hurray, another sleepless night.

This day is gonna be a peach for my temper.

I'm ****** cuz I can't sleep.
I can't sleep cuz I'm ******.

Nice ******* circle we have here bud.

Me, on my Picard ****.

Cut deep inside my heart and you'll expose my loved ones true selves.

Never dissapear from my heart.

These bonds will never sever.

I'll grab you from behind and thouroughly poetry slam you through all four corners of the room.
We'll kiss untill we lift dust and roll across the room. Barreling through we whisper three words that couldn't be said too soon: baby watch out! A broom falls and interrupts our resonating groove. Fixated on our sizzling mood. We dance and in one waltz move we interlock and intertwine. In one fell swoop, we continue to make love, we can't waste time. Days go by didn't even gaze at how the moon shines. Not even dazed by the sunlight this stage is our sunrise. Hand marks on the windows, sweaty palms on the walls, sticky sheets on the carpet..paint on the canvas, my face on that canvas?! Your waist on your canvas?! What did we paint on that canvas?! We got laid on that canvas?! Thats a mistake but I can't complain I ******* love the art that we make. I could do it all day..

Right now I'm sitting in my bed.
A dark room, limited living space.
Four walls close and around me
Supressing my freedom
Shackling me..
The only light is from my phone..
Reflecting..
The light from my phone
shines on my chin
Thinking back, telling myself
my own story
Like telling nightmares by a campfire
Except I'm in my bed
and I'm supposed to feel safe
Yet in my bed..
I have felt fear, sadness,
anger, dissapointment...
regret..
Never felt so alone
that night after you left
Death keeping me company
constantly reminding me
of the fragility of life
feeding on the void inside me
Rejoicing the absence of light....
My heart weighs heavy
so **** heavy...
My heart beats slower
pumping tears through my body
Sad in my entirety...
A cold shiver runs across my back
goosebumps...
Death's consoling me..
I close my eyes
and can't see my daughter's face...
Ofcourse, it's too dark..

My voice has been stolen..
My hands have been bound..
My mind has been drugged..
A surface is nowhere to be felt
or found..
My legs are paralyzed
by a kiss so venomous
it has shut my entire system down..
Suffering from writers block
although this poem proves it's a paradox
for there is one ray of sunlight
shining through my wooden box
from two different sources of hope
that remain painfully in the distance
My eyes carve the words in the wood
within my poetic grave
She got away and I realized it too late
failed to see the death sentence on that lisence plate
as she literally drove away
with everything I loved
Just one thing remained..
the pain of a broken promise that she would stay

Now I've changed..
with a broken throat
I laugh within my shallow grave
For my voice has been taken away
but the fire still resides
I will fight, grab the shards
from my broken honour and pride
to get back what is both yours and mine..
My heart is healing in a safe place now..
Far from harm, only allowed to be tended by one person
My soul kept warm, steadily sleeping at home
never alone..
I will walk through day and night
my fire burning bright
fiery eyes, pierce through the darkest of nights
with wit, salvaged from my ancestors
to provide the sharpest of minds
to push for everything that is well within my right..
I will break out of this grave
because it is nothing more than an illusion
I will fight and at the end of the day
the truth will meet both our eyes..
Time to rise, the sun is burning bright
this morning..

I have never made a mistake or did something I regret because I am proud of who I have become and who I am today.

Violence resides within us.
We are capable so we should embrace it as part of us.
There is beauty in anger and there is beauty in hatred.
Actively producing desperation. A complex webbing within an intricite structure as complex as fractals yet based on the simplest patterns. A need needing to be satisfied. A cringe.
A needle scratching inside your mind and heart, slowly pulling your attention towards the dark. Tainted with the beauty of impurity. To be able to see the dark means there is a foreign understanding about light. To strive for the jewel that is unreachable. To taste the fruit you have longed for, it's juices running over your mouth as you can finally indulge and devour with greed, with lust enhancing the flavor as there is no time to savor. It's almost ******. It is almost violent.
Striving to satisfy your needs... So basic.
A foundation laying motivation.
When was the last time you devoured something you desperately longed?

The wolves howl underneath the stars
crying towards the moon in the cold night
a mist hangs low, all the alpha's are present
the top of the mightiest packs.
The strong howl fierce and wise
The ghosts of fallen Gods ride on their backs
armed with axes, hammers and swords
eyes that have seen war
eyes that have seen death
and in these events
the impenetrable wisdom of life pierced them
but the greater Gods showed no mercy
as they gave them no tongue
the wind dies down
the hunt begins.

CRAP, I CAN ******* THINK IN CYANIDE & HAPPINESS COMICS!

I look down on you..
You're nothing, disgraceful
I hate you..I hate you
I HATE YOU..
Look at me..
I'm smarter than you
Better than you, in every way..
Wiser, kinder, **** good lookin'..
but you..
ugly, repulsive, small.. a worm..
a maggot, you feed on what is dead,
what is gone, what is no longer there
gluttonous, rotten stomach..
heart filled with an infinite void..
a pathetic writer and philosopher
even a worse father..
I loathe you
I'm stronger, mentally,
Physically, spiritually,
emotionally..
I can't even begin to fathom how you got under my skin..
that's made of iron
my heart a raging lion
flames of passion burning
with heat at my core like Zion
I swear to God..
I'm going to punch you in the face..
shatters the mirror
*walks away

Inside the belly of the beast
swalled whole
by monstrous man-eating teeth
inside of the stomach
it's roughly 80 degrees
slowly being digested
facing a test of time
only to meet certain death
wish I could relax
but the toxic stomach acid
makes me permanently tense
I can't take the stress
this monster
this embodiment of sin
Society..

Impenetrabel is his being.
Vulnerable is his essence.

The clarity in my reflection,
feelings ripple in the water
as they wade through my being
and paddle me in motion
like petals floating in the wind.
Rising and falling,
drawing a fourth dimension
through a parallel within.
I love and want,
want, but doubt that I should get now.
I get that I should want
but restraint keeping me in check now.

When waves are tsunamis
I overtly stress,
show that I cope
but I covertly test and
hope that you don't see
that I openly digress.

Mirky waters
and ***** waves
stir the lake,
it's a stormy day.
Hazy mist
so no reflection,
turbelent water
turns my waves
in random action.
So while I look energetic
i'm actually stagnant.

Funneling all my energy
into the storm
because I learned that from turbulence
still waters are born

I step out from my little house
in the forrest and look at my reflection in the lake.
The sandstorm within is slowly dwindling
down like the little petals in the wind.
I sit down when clarity returns right as my smile begins.

You are not worthy. For I created you and plunged my expectations in the abyss at which you do not live up to.

The thought of my mortality hurts me.
Because I see too much beauty
Feel to much love for life
See so much potential
and strength
through common
struggle and strife
How we can
toughen our hide
fall, rise
hands high
reaching for light
the power of believing
the power  that comes with hope
how sometimes we are lost
yet always find ways to our soul
we symbollically die in our lives
through time
numerous times
yet we rise, reborn
sometimes reformed
but miraculously
always stronger than before
how we build ourselves
on rocky shaky foundations
sometimes breaking
from crumbs of dust and stone
we will rebuild
the power that hides within us
are the stars in the sky
up high in my inner world

As fragile as I am
As strong as I am to start showing my vulnerability
As reluctant as I am to show my inner self
as opportunistic that I am to seize every opportunity to do so
So many contradictions that are all so similar to which goal they lead
The contradictions make the obstacles so vivid, it all becomes clear
signal fires from old behavior begging to die
Bearing the incredible soothing rainstorm dousing the painfull fire
mending it with tears, healing the sore
listening to the screams that can be heard when acknowledging the fire
soothing the voices to silence with simple words but spoken with a depth of sincere understanding
"It's okay"
we lay open, tortured by our own pain
we fall some get up and build lives around obstacles in an attempt to lead comfortable lives
but still we lay open, bare and we feel the wounds
yet for some it blends in like background noise, just winds rotating around the obstacles
but I trudge along in the open scars, digging deeper towards someone I have always wanted to meet and look him straight in the eye with nothing but a look of sincere understanding
and simple words I would say:
"It's okay, let's go outside for a walk"
and I would guide myself outside
and look at the world for the first time..

I need not share my wisdom with you. For it is my wisdom and I decide whom  I shall enlighten.

Upgraded to being mega bored.

Break the shackles of infinity,
and we will witness the universe
transforming into a horizon
our 3D selves will be reduced
to cartoons ridiculed
and every outline of every person
will become clear for everyone to witness
nobody is more, nobody is less
and everybody will be
exactly who he is
We will see in lines
and new patterns will emerge
and a world unknown will unfold
ready to be explored

we will all die...

A sentence as merciless as Death itself.
Or maybe mercifull?
It's a thing to fear or take comfort in.
It means the unknown is an unignorable truth.
An obstacle bigger than our comprehension
an obstacle stronger than life. Yet dependant.
Circumstances and events lay at it's foundation
and if enough strings are cut
that massive obstacle will crush you.

It's not about give and take. Give and take is not life and death.
I as a person, as a living being am hardwired to live.
Such is inherent and I believe it to be a guideline for survival.

It's inconceivable how good we are at surviving.
I am drenched in this desire, in this curiosity to see what comes next.
Even as I am writing this with the utmost conviction that Death is an obstacle.

It only means one thing.

I am hardwired to achieve immortality.

I woke up, aching pain in my heart.
Lingering tears and heavy drops of sweat
dropping from my pounding chest.
Soaking my sheets.
Another night where I got drunk...
"Bottled Sorrow", hundred percent.
I want to grab a knife
carve the pain out of my chest
but I don't want to die
So I accept the lingering death..

Six nightmares in one night, all about you.

Feeling mad depressed today. Better roll a big fat joint.

After soaring the sky the Desert Eagle drops mercilessly on the floor

An apple tree
and a freshwater lake
can provide more than I ever can.

Grab a pen.
Grab a pad.
Go ****.

Life made me..
And because life made me
I made walls of ice
fortified my position
against everything that was outside
travelers would have to endure
the onslaught of ice and frost
And I'd rarely allow them refuge..
One day I looked up,
my roof made of ancient ice,
and witnessed an incoming bright light
"Is that a person?"
you broke through every defence
with the utmost ease
something I have never seen..
...and now you live here...
*Welcome Home

Love is life but life isn't love, so the love for life is never lost.

Stitch the Earth's scars with metal constructions.
Giant metal cables keeping tectonic plates together.
A dead patient, thunder's storms are raging,
a defibrillator, claiming millions of lives
but could it be our savior?
We are lost, bogged, trapped we have set these stages.
Seen Death with several faces
made bets, but Hell ain't gracious.
Accept that's what our fate is
Death, trapped is what our way is
Death that is what'll save us
Having our backs is what will break us...
Stabbing your back is what my rage does..
Stabbing our backs is what our hate does..
Savages, that is what this made us..

So it's best we dissapear...
" Hah, as if we have a choice in the matter."
*"The arrogance thinking we are bigger than what we are. This planet will stay long after we are gone. It will regenerate in time and eventually harbour new life."

I have already seen that beautifull smile.
That is only meant for me and me alone.
I have already seen that look in your eyes.
That is only meant for me and me alone.
I bet there are a million of other looks and faces.
That are for me and me alone.
Thank you for this wonderfull gift.
This gift that is for me and me alone.
I'll make sure to cherish it.
That is my gift, for you and you alone.

Phrasing!

If you truly did, you'd be dead.

Take further steps
and I'll crush you with relentless force
The tides of society are already against you
and I'll send forth a tsunami wave
which will end this war
but that is if you take further steps..

I'll be passive, not attack you
nor defend myself
I'll be the neutal man
completely honost
and you'll get crushed by truth
the truth to which you are oblivious
By doing so I'll take away your power to blame me
because I'll make it so I can't be blamed..
by doing absolutely nothing
you'll deal yourself a relentless blow
that is if you take further steps..
So please... please don't..

Sold my soul to the Devil in exchange for suffering.

Their thoughts are filled with religion,
conscience drifting in nothingness
hearts hollow
and souls devoted to existenceless.

"We are brothers, not by blood but by will.
We ask not that we be born on the same day, but we request that we die on the same day"- Anonymous