I ask you to seek beyond your current sight and to hear beyond your current sounds. Think beyond your current thoughts and be beyond your current being.
Submit I say
Submit I urge
Submit I announce
And when you submit all to me it is only then that you will Experience a deep contemplation of bliss and only then will you be able to know that I am to you as you are to me.
A new awaking
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom

Cream, water from tap,
Java swirls— transmuting mug,
Morning alchemy.

Freedom is sweet,
like the rain.*
My darkness has not subsided,
But has rather been enlightened-
A candlewick flickering…
Brought unto the sun.
An aura evading waves of renewal
Glimmering violet and indigo,
Happiness in vertigo.
An awakening of willingness
To begin the great vagabondage
That most refer to as the future.
More so; the unknown.
And it is okay to not know-
The unseen is mesmerizing.

What do you think we know
What do you think we see
Have you ever questioned life
And wonder what it could be

Have you study the number seven
And its significant means
What really are the heavens
Are they really what we read

What do you think you know
What do you think you see
Would you call me crazy
For not believing in duality

Is common sense so common
Are you the batman or the robin
Is it all a state of mind
Do you know the truth behind death or time

Have you ever been a witness
Or an abductee
Do you believe
Or are you that naive

I don't have to say it twice
The world is not what it seems
But the corruption is real
Control, ***, and greed

Until we realize we are more
Then a nine to five
It is then when
We are truly alive

But for now the artificial and corruption
Are destroying our true nature and keeping us down
While creating the most powerful evil of all

An ego-driven clown.

Light slowly rises,
Milky sun, soft, tannin mist—
Coffee in morning.

you come walking back into my life
with grace, as I stumble around looking
for the right words that will sum up
these dusty butterflies
who are permanent
in my lungs.

how is it possible
that a hurricane like you
can cause so much trouble
when the flowers just begin to grow,
when the wind returns to the willows,
as soon as happiness finds its way
into my body, you are dancing somewhere
in my subconscious

I remembered her—
Voice, soft, warm summer water,
First breeze ever felt.

We are all condemned
to demise and desertion;
an unknownity that resides
in an absent corridor.

The fight has ever been
alluring. the inevitability
of calamity creates
an artistry unlike others.

Perhaps it's the
authenticity of death itself.
yet we sustain the fight,
often with exhilaration.

We will never be in this crack again,
and subsequently our ashes will
vanish into the envelope and
we will become nothing.

We are everything.
A conjunction of entity and being
with a psyche for theory.
Palms lingering for ease.

How can something be so viable;
attuned to everything,
be ravaged and erased
into nothing?

There is a beauty in the end,
attraction in departure.
Some spend their lives evading it,
others seeking it.

Death is only the birth.
leaving a print of the past
and venturing into
another awakening.

And nobody knows where
that leads to or why.
Everything is more beautiful
because we are all doomed.

We don't know what say the clock,
For we are too busy, we are alone.
We know not where we walk
'Till we look up from our phones.

How, then, are we to see where our lives are headed?
How, then, are we to see that we are embedded?

What I saw; it's not as I once knew.
What I practiced; it's not how I once grew.
I stood as a growing, but bending tree.
Only to be awakened by a strange and different breeze.

I go now to plant my roots elsewhere,
I go now in search of a different air.
My fellow trees, I hope, will still be within reach,
That our branches' bonds will not grow weak.

I pray that He leads me with His staff,
That I will listen to His will for me.
I hope that I will not be like the chaff,
But instead, by streams of a new water, be like the tree.

I wanted to write
something to unravel what is going on in my head.
Lyrical sentences to explain madness.

But then I  realised,
FINALLY realised
that you are an *******
of the cruelest kind

and you don't deserve
the time I'll waste
forming my disgust at your immaturity
into beauty.