You thought and so it came
Did you ever see the correlation
Or was it luck of the planet's
Which life so ever presently
Ensures for your stake.  
Your mission lasts
Your life time lasts
In the hands of what?

Shall we not take back our independence?
Relieve the great giver
Of the universes unfolding on his shoulders.
Take in to consideration,
This holy gift of evolution .
This moment of conscious awareness and what shall we do?

You've found me
Writhing feathers
Held down by leathers.

You've found me.

Twitching, grasping, gasping.
Trying to wrap my mind around what it means to be alive.
And I don't know.

Butterflies take my insides
To some place anxiety could
Never muster.  
my adrenaline flows,
Only more pure.

And thoughts so fresh
So ancient
So true to what
We know is true.


This neat box they raised me in
The walls fell
And I can smell it still
Like nostalgia on a winter day...
But they are gone
And I could see for miles
If this fog would clear.

Over shadowed aspect
Of self, so undefined
Your chatter box sustenance
Would blind you for a life time.
Voice after memory ricocheting
Endlessly in your mind.  
I don't want that for me.  
I dont want to be living
Through my past.
I'm sick of reruns
And repition.
Im Tired of playing
The same old roles
Paying the same old tolls

This can't be all there is to life.

And when you find within you ugly confront the infestation
Lose Yourself inside the wound
For why should this contradiction have power over you?
Let it not control you
let it not overcome
Bring it to the surface
Let It Be burned by the Sun
Refuse to host this evil sort
Banish those mutants of creation relieve yourself of the embodiment of demons and bring light into your mind bring purpose into your being refuse to be overcome by inadequacies refuse to be overcome by insecurities pleasure yourself in knowing you are enough.
The mind is a spring
The soul is a well
fill thy self
with what is real

Burning pressure
Has its way with the mind
And to keep steady
I breathe in time.
Skeletal I am bones
But oh so unaware
Thought forms fight
What do you embody?

Somber eyes glaze
Your defenses
Your grated heart pulp
Not so new to petrification.  
Anxiety turns the nerves to stone
And they crumble with age.  
Not to be confused with metal
Which would only rust any way.
Thoughts are offerings
And they are takings.
And you eat yourself alive.
Devour every moment of suffering.
Though you'll be no martyr.

Suctioning out the blister leak
The wounds infected again
And I tried so hard to keep it clean
....
Didn't matter in the end.
....


Exactly what do you mean,
This was avoidable?