Everyone is watching
Some humans are deducing
Singing, humming in their mind
Surrounded by flesh and bones
Neurons and skull
The true me bears a hat
Reliability buries mind control
The higher consciousness
belongs to astrophysicien

Your body is a vehicle and
you are driven by many influences.
You sit inside a vessel with a vast palette of buttons and a huge wheel.
A passenger sits beside you and both of you rotate the wheel.
The car is secretly controlled by an other force.
The one who has real influence to stop the other force has the potential to become complete.
Sincerely, Joy
But one thing's sure
The end.

Sometimes I feel alone
with only my stare
staring back at me
Where no one else can bother me
This is where I long to be

Transparency
Enlightenment high
Soon comes inside
Finds me alive

Nibbling at its feet
He raises my chin
Tells me to
Come with him

Collects my broken
Tea cups
And shows me
The beauty within

Where all my dreams
Still exist
And memory unfolds
As tales are told

Outside the fires ring
Inside a quiet library
I must seem to be
As you look back at me

Closing off
What use to be
Letting down walls
Letting passion bleed
Outside in

Over and over again
Repetitious halos
Swarm my empire

Golden light
Sparks the inner fire
Souls speak
Always speak
To me
From afar

Where will
We go next

I can see you looking from the outside
Pondering, curious of the interior.
You do not enter
Simply because there is no door.

Still interested, you look for another way in
To no avail you sit and wait.
I try hard to help
As four walls become six
And six become eight
But truly in the end,
What difference does it make?

60 sunshines, 59 nightfalls till I face the day
40 topics held in to regurgitate,
**** and span for the marker man to give a brother a break.

Wait, I ain't done
Got anxiety about two more chores in head
Not to ***** and moan but *******
Getting tired of this ****
What's the point to push if you don't know where to go
Blindful blissful ignorance?

They say, and you go.
What subject?
What ever is most respected.
What job?
What ever brings financial comfort.
What about this?
Nah, you ain't good at that.

And so you sulk ever so distracted
Hearing the drip drop taps, splat on to the sink.
The metallic ting of the radiator reverberates as dormant inner silence sings.
Forever more.
A didactic sore for the ears,
Apologies in advance,
Though regardless you must hear it.

Never run to please others
Rather, focus and listen to the deep.

Growing up in a loud and boisterous world,
makes it easy to seek solace in the
shadows
It allows for a fine-tuning of the senses,
in order to mirror what those around you
show

Quietly and dutifully, you play nursemaid
to everyone else's needs
Eventually losing touch with that inner voice that pleads

Remaining consistently neutral and in-tune
with others, has seemingly served
you well
Though the waves of ignored and
forgotten emotions, uncontrollably start
to swell

So becoming comfortable projecting a
voice, that you never really had
Is quite the challenging and daunting task
to an introverted empath

They only see the laughter
To them there are no trials
They never see the sadness
To them there are only smiles

Maybe it's my fault
That I don't let them see
Maybe I can't open up
That would make me too free

Why am I so scared
To show them who I am inside
Why do I even care
To them my heart is classified

I will try not to hide from them
I might even share my heart
I will not hide forever
I might just fall apart

On this day I shall be vibrate.
Shining bright and uncaring;
Not minding ones hateful words.

I shall be strong and independent.

I'll talk a little too loud,
And act slightly more proud.

I will be happy and pleased today.

Then tomorrow will come,
And that day will become today;
But on that day I shall be grime.

Unable to stand the slightest of sound,
Startled and afraid, sick of being drained.

I will not be able to handle the day,
And all the things that await,
So I shall stay in bed and cry my life away.

To concerned now of the hateful talk,
Unable but wishing to change everything;
Every single little detail of me.

This today, is to loud,
But now its all in my head;
Where the monsters await for my dread.

Today, will always change,
But I will still be here for the next.

I lay silently yet I am interrupted so abruptly
I act passively but I am tossed around aggressively
I go on haphazardly though I am shaken carelessly
I think lately... would it have been better if I were lonely?