Reality
False galaxies
Accepting so is rather challenging
Resenting though, is rather cowardly
Our dimensions stack unto this universe and creates what is real
Soft, hard, wet, rough are all unique realities of what one feels
No evil, no good, only what one makes of the subject
I may love, others may hate, few must ****
The converging of realities with others makes the original heal
What my reality makes of love reveals others to see energy that turns one ill
My eyes, your eyes
They meet and dilate
Do they see each other's reality?
Do they meet our beautiful perceptions of what is a light?
Move into one another's mind to make yours entice
Life is making something of nothing
Coming a long journey from our ancestors who have made the 'reality' we have now
We have forgot to think for ourselves, mind controlled by the past, by the dead, by minds like ours
Awe and wow
We are all ignorant only fueled by the ignorance before us
******* gazing upon what seems to be higher
Though all they are is a higher form of ******
The wiser one is, the more one is a ******
None of was truly know reality as a glimpse that slithers
It slithers shortly giving each one of us a piece of the puzzle
Later, the puzzle will become completely gone
Our realities will become bigger through the  art of believing
The puzzle will wither
What is truly real will be gone
There only be false
Others that are longed
You see a false, but a real design through your eyes
As one reality has taught me this, I made his realer
Thus what we have is bliss
******* formed by a real master
In my false reality, as this is the beauty of life
Every one of us need our realities to be heard
They need to merge
Though, one mustn't let other realities limit theirs

Finding myself in an enclosed arena on an artificial earth
Darker than a demon's spirit, I bent down and grasped the dirt
The cold of ice, the life in death, I soon learned
This battlefield had been produced by my consciousness and birthed
Light now completely showing the entire landscape, I turned
My heart gaped at the horrid beasts that were supposed to be ****** and burned
Making eye contact with one's soulless, ink drizzled eyes, I began to hurt
These beings weren't meant to cause physical pain, but to drive my spiritual body into their world of no return
Refusing to listen to the message my inner self was trying to tell me, I ran towards the being with the soulless eyes
Reaching towards my reach, I grabbed the beings legs and took it down for the devil to die
Gouging out the marbles within the demon's head seemed much more simple than I thought as it refused to fight
Anger raging as I stuck my hand down it's throat attempting to pull out the closest thing the being had to a heart as it still refused to bite
Gazing upon it's empty soul through what once had been his eyes was an omnibus smile
The ******* was in extreme joy as it ate the negative energy up
Revolted, I froze except for my insides in which what only came out was bile
What was once disgust, morphed into grimace
I studied myself and noticed how I wasn't much different from him when it was finished
Now crying tears of what seemed to be the blood of the demon, a third eye was formed in the middle of my forehead showing how it was still committed
Voices screaming as if they were banshees were in my what seemed to be head
The torture and agony of what  it put me threw couldn't make me comprehend that it seemed to still be dead
The pain grew worse and worse as I begged for death to knock at my soul to put to rest until the emerging of a hand
A palm had ripped the skin from my back
The being's nails felt as if they were ripping my entire body
In what felt like a day, the entire demon emerged from me
The happiness from its inner cold soul blossomed as it heard me
Using the last ounce of strength I had, I called upon The Lord
The demon screamed of pain I couldn't even comprehend as the blast of noise ripped it's vocal chords
The Lord is the one to lean on when desperate, content, and even fine
Face death with the will of kind
Especially when you're  fighting within your mind

The softness of silk
The hardness of leather
Through the eyes of nature, none is better
The land we live chooses our fondness of sweater
The past has shaped our unique visions
We mustn't fight fate, but let her
Let her give us the eyes rather they be glorious or inquisitive
You can not help who you are as can't everyone else in this world
We're all caught in different whirls
Instead of showing hatred and adversity, shine acceptance and empathy for we are all closer than one thinks
Everyone has felt as if they were a waste of space
Same as if they have been grasped by an angel
The ultimate goal for one's life is to leave a trace
A mark of their own upon this earth
A small crack for others to see as they walk their unique path
Something for others to cry or laugh
The 'gifts' that we have aren't what they seem, but forms for each of us to express one's souls
The more we gaze upon the past, the less our beautiful future unfolds
For the holes that one leaves behind, another must be born in order to add cement back unto it, but keep a crack
Yin and Yang
The constant battle of good and evil
Though, both must exist in order for energy to recycle back
We all ask The Lord 'Why' when holes enter our roads
We wouldn't be able to appreciate the good that we stumble upon that has been sewn
When you look past the aspect of good and evil, we are all stunningly gorgeous
When others use spiritual practice, not only them, but others see how complex they are
Some find fondness in how complex they are as others shun
That is why at least one soul adores us

Wake up the morning thinking about what I dreamt
Take my envision, I begin to decrypt it
I become my own tenant in my very mind
Twists and tangles break loose and unwind
Theories,thoughts, and labels soon combine
Questions pop from many aspects and angles asking me 'Why?'
Mystery running at my mental state then defines what I'm searching
The journey through this chiseled lake of slime
Demons lurking bottom, top, right, left, and inside
Evil vibes merging causes plants to die
Around me, ground diverging, but pauses
Positive energy flows within me
Peace, Nirvana, Karma soon breaks the scene
Demons, beasts, devils begin to flee
Life sprouts back, but more beautifully
Crust blossoms green and my soul feels free
Though, part of me doesn't feel complete
Turning to the sky I see a distant moon
Learning as a spirit, I grasped and flew
Feeling whole, feeling one, as if I came from planet's roots
Flying farther, soaring higher, a wing divides
A golden road coated with cracks begins to lye
Worry,fear, strikes my soul
Wing comes back and merges to me from it's side
Aura straight to my head, I soon comply
Negative fuels the regressing signs
Took a deep breath and let myself apart
Letting so led to the departure of my heart
Though, in an aspect it showed it's growth and true art
Now into four, not only did we aim towards the piece
But unto the passion of more beliefs
Walking at first together, soon we part ways in order to achieve the development we desperately long to keep
Once the defeat of my journey, I reform back to one and rise to the next set of keys.

Endless conflict between ego and soul
Fighting fuel by power, greed, and gold
Nirvana for the moment has grown old
Running from good,stumbling over the ridged plank masked by mold
I become imprisoned in my own temple
The evil deeds I have  done from the past have come back urging me to feel empty instead of whole
Thirst by the soul has been quenched with poison
The plan Satan has laid for me has come back uncoiling
Ego winning, slowly up to feet
Soul, on the verge of misery as it's energy cries in defeat
Falling victim to what once critiqued
Gazing upon the inside of my soul a hypocrite, indeed
The one gap on the golden path is the need to impress
The more I give in, the more I commit these sins, the more my soul has regressed
The constant war between Yin and Yang has got me deeply stressed
Writing so, has put the flame to rest

When one speaks words of wisdoms, others dismiss it
When a group shouts blasphemy, everyone listens in silence as if they've never finished
This brings uncertainty to the human race.
What was once pure and full of grace have now turned into the demons they have taught to hate
If you give one weak man power, by nature they are to abuse and invade
Why must this be in our nature?
Have the few ones in power brung us to this, whomever they maybe?
The old, greedy, evil ones are our invaders
The ones witnessed to Satan himself
Their souls have been taken for wealth
Even they are being played
To the dark one, this is all just a game
Though, there are ones who are safe
People The Lord has blessed
People who give their pain and distress
To the one and only Christ
He gives the weak the will to fight
He gives peace and beings hype
He is holy, the one who is divine
The ones who pray are blessed with a brain
They grasp the wealth and knowledge that the wicked cannot
No matter how hard Satan has fought
The Lord will be one who destroys the rock
The dragon will have the earth in mercy
But will be in pain burning
Roaming the 2nd and 3rd heavens, he is searching
Souls and hate is what he feeds on
So, think before you pick up the contract to bleed on.

What fuels the human mind?
Who are the light and high?
Why must we continue when we are about to die?
Mystery, the lighter and flame that ignites
Sparks our will to fight
Tells us to entice

Some say pessimism
Others say optimism
Few say realism
Which binds you back to your tendons?
Which leaves you finished?
Which creates will?
Which makes us ill?
Each urges us to feel
Though, one must be killed

Optimism soars us high
Pessimism dwells us down
Who shall grasp the crown?
It's  mystery around
The fuel to this poem
The fuel has made mind open
The will to live
The urge to sin

All is a path
Choose to form essence
Choose to create wrath
Mystery is nothing to fear
But to listen and hear
Be aware
Don't be scared
Don't walk the path in beware