The darkness that's growing and swirling around.
The pain in my shoulder, that will not go down.

Is it a weakness, that's deep inside me.
In need of forgiveness, in which to be free.

Those parts of me careless, I need to forgive.
Authentic expression, in order to live.

Mindful experience, absorbing the pain.
acceptance of growth throughout all you attain.

Crafting to mindfully, heal from within.
Clearing of things I won't need, to begin.

Think about breathing, and being just one.
This loving reunion will come from the sun.

When looking deep into, the systems that rule.
You'll see it began, when you started with school.

Stretching and forming you, into their mold.
Silent control, til your body is cold.

Removing yourself, from the things steering you.
Perceptional upgrades, to those that are true.

Begin with those things, that they give no reply.
Closer inspection, shows all is a lie.

Beyond their control, there is something above.
You need it for everything, you guessed it, it's love.

For love that's created, there's nothing to pay.
Finding the middle is the right place to stay.

Rectifying unions, that struggle to bind.
Permeating losses, and feeling behind.

The bindings you work for, and those that you seek.
The strength that you gather, from feeling so weak.

Learning that outcomes, you want to control.
Are not done with words, from your face out that hole.

Mindfully use all your thoughts to create.
The feeling you're after, in the form of an eight.

To realize the all, that is deep inside you.
Detach from creation, is what you must do.

Bring forth your goodness, the voice in your head.
It eats all your fear and your feelings of dread.

You'll see that your method of binding was wrong.
Fear washed away, is now making you strong.

constructing of unions, and making these ties.
By being your true self, you're no longer disguised.

Focus your thoughts, so that you should stay.
creating connections, upon the middle way.

When telling someone of these things that you know.
It may cause the look of confusion to grow.

Ideas from you, over heads they do zoom.
Acquire less problems by reading a room.

Call you a ****** and locking you down.
The brotherhood hidden, inside every town.

A better solution, is try to lay low.
Think through your words before letting them go.

Wait when you're with someone, that has the sight.
Giving no judgement to wrong or to right.

All of the knowledge that's flowing to you.
In some space and time, it will always be true.

Stop wasting your time, telling those that can't see.
This group of people, will never be free.

Instead look to those that can see and that care.
They're often the ones, that the children all stare.

So chose very wisely, to those that you talk.
Find that the middle's the right place to walk.

If I had hammer, I'd hit you on the head.
If I had a hammer, I'd hit you til your dead.

If I had a car, I'd drive right over you.
If I had a car, I'd hit your family too,

These violent acts I speak about, that happen every day.
Building up, over time, With all you think and say.

In place of smashing down, with a hammer on his head.
Allowing him to live his life, Instead of being dead.

Take the car you're driving, and give them all a ride.
Not driving over anyone, not even those who lied.

It would be, so nice, if all the world could see.
How smiles from a stranger, grows feelings deep in me.

Seeing someone you don't know, blast them with a grin.
The love that is created, allows you both to win.

Why am I down here, This place that I'm at.
Constantly changing from this to then that.

Things that can shift, things you don't know.
things that make changes so ego will grow.

Careful inspection, of what's left inside.
Finding the things that your ego will hide.

When you do find them, remove them you must.
Most of them old thoughts, covered in rust.

Still ego's needed, to keep you alive.
If used in small doses you begin then to thrive.


Work on your life, doing things that are right.
Balancing thoughts during daytime and night.

People around you, unable to see.
How the life that's inside you is split into three.

As best friends go, you really weren't great.
Much like my wife, who was also an eight.

There were times that you fumbled and bumbled some care.
The whole time remaining, not really there.

I miss having someone, to show myself to.
I keep it inside now, not sharing with you.

Why does it bother and hurt me so much.
To not know the reason, to why we lost touch.

Now I just move, from one moment to next.
Since looking behind me, just leaves me perplexed.

I still want for you, all the things you may need,
Like abundance in wealth, or a buttload of ****.

Now when I think of you, once in a while.
Remembering things, that you said, makes me smile.

If you don't see me, only message I send.
Notice the things, that don't break, instead bend.

These words that I've written and needed to say.
Repairing tomorrow, through feelings today.