Running around the inbound of sound.
For all to see me deceive what I believe to retrieve,
the neglected objective that's been subjected in this mind of mine.
Consisting of time like fine wine of the intertwined kind will bind the blind line of mine.

The anticipation of the inevitable separation caused from the nations obliteration for youth.
What's missing is the truth.
I melt to help the self,
arose to arise the arisen distant prison crimson that listens with the  minds eye.
such as I of the mind for the eye.
Distant assistant listening for missing lies.
whimpers, cries ,
exhales and sighs.

The fantasy in witch I see continuously runs into me.
Articulating fiction contradiction **** injuries.
Repetitive incentive meant to give intensive thoughts.
breaking the awakening making me shaking taking lots.

Monstrous past at last running fast from the masked blast,
new tasks.
Configuring manipulative structured meaning that's gleaming for redeeming intent,
and the time spent when it went bad.
It's sad but i'm glad I had bad dads .
Add a tad of reflection and redemption,
let me not mention,
my intention.


                                                    Side note( reading the writing fast helps the fluidity)

I don't mind sitting here playing with my thoughts for I can only remember what I have previously been taught.
Trying to remember a recurring dream to find out what it means to be seen.
Only expectations can lead you so far, when the perception is black as tar.
In order to understand life bounces back,
like an elastic band into the hands, sinking like quicksand,
stand with open hands to the grand stand of enlightenment.


Everything is beautiful so just open the eyes to the surprise that lies inside the mind.
One can only tell the next thing to accrue for we make our own.
Impossible to rewind time,
that's fine for one whom can turn on a dime.
A disastrous moment can be oh so delightful ,
as long as one has the ability to be insightful.


Life goes on some will say, but if you ask me life already ends when the self is born.
One is just beginning there journey to death . Death is life, a contradiction upon life itself,
which is a contradiction upon death. We say the blind and deaf are the unfortunate ones
but if you ask me,
when they die?
There life has just begun.
For they have no concept of true reality,
the brutality of mortality.
Thy shall not be save for no mater what god we think we represent in the presents of the present.


We all have an obligation,
that is to live, to give, to receive and to deceive ones dreams.
Is that the true reality?  


So there it lies inside my mind,
flying around like six legged flies. I can hear the buzz of constant thought,
for I can only remember what I have previously been thought.

To true divine,
unwind the mind.
Surpass true fate with given time.
Unified dilemmas will go without saying, most spend there time on the knees praying.
To whom will say to fallow?
Let us not wallow in uncertainty,
only clarity.

Why is it that one can tell another there is another for one another?
We are all alike more than we want to realize.
For there is no perception without perceiving practical pronunciation.
what fallows is a mastery in making marvelous miracles.
Many more to come?
One may never know unless the foot of figurative thought in water.
Water we waiting for? Jump into life for no one will wait.
we may stop but the earth will continue to rotate.
    

Beneath the ignorant feet of realization comes nothing.
Once more forgotten.
Though a new pass shall arise.
for to come,
a merciless transition to a new beginning.