Demons to so many are simply metaphors Symbols of our darker side A rational mind may discern what is real Even with spectres seen and voices heard
Seemingly real what our senses feel We can swear that we heard a disembodied voice Or saw a ghost or spirit But they may be an illusion Our eyes and ears do play Tricks on our minds Like hysterical blindness being all in the head
As in dreams by night Perhaps these things Are conscious dreams by day-- Our minds trying to tell us something In its own symbolic and abstract way Just as real as physical symptoms Deeply rooted in the mind
It has been said that your perception is your reality If so, these things are then your personal reality These things may be real But only to you Or whoever is in your headspace Or our collective headspace Where our senses peak
Your reality or your orientation is defined By what you focus on And what you look through Day after day-- You truly are what you eat
But are the negative effects of what you see Compounded by further distorted perception?
Are you focusing on something through
<A spider web-cracked window? <A spider’s web built across your Window? <A fogged-up or frosted window? <A coloured or tinted window? <A ***** smudged window? <A window partially or totally obscured By bushes or trees? <A window at night where what you See beyond the window is Superimposed with your own Reflection and that of Objects and lights that are Behind you in the room? <A window with the blinds closed? Or <Are you trying to look through just A picture of a window hanging on Your wall? ~ Whatever windows we peer through Or whenever we enter Humankind’s collective and connected Head-space We see and hear these demons and spectres Dancing through the dark empty rooms And hallways of mind
Waiting for the right time To bring the party to the light of day Where they will forever stay Since we have been inviting them And have been preparing the way for them For a very Long time
A beautiful understatement to see your hair graze your face, startled but still treading, in the soul red of your lipstick. What life has been, No more than a series of random anomalies. How those trivial pocket-sized pieces, tied in to envisage to fix this inanimous reality. How wayward me lost in this purposeless dream, at random to meet you, augmented closer to declare, the love people just theorize. How life started for me after you.
Scared from my bush with no name They will brain wash the impaired Such hefty goals they hide behind Filling the holes you dug in their mind Empty structured used to hold our souls Constantly Walking down dank desolate halls
Feeling a strange comfort, yet impending doom With every minute creeping closer to death I do hope you cherish your last few breath Soon all deranged intent reveals itself You'll Find the TRUTH in finding yourself Nothingness, the curtain closes over us
Pay to live, live to pay, pay to pray Go down the line of our institutions The line dead ends at supposed reality Know now the solutions to vanity, will come in due time. Ending your time Minds grave stayed a *****, ***** to stay
Walk the grey line. Brain wash the impaired The Morbid thoughts Brain washed society Do not be scared of what we can't see This personal separation. Hear vibrations Feeling natures stair. Strife not the end Climb the tree of life
Thought deprivation, and oral defecation. Plant the seed Repair wounds of time. Knowing everything must feed Isolation growing intense psychology distorted mind Undiscovered complex perversity living inside of the There are some driven by the destruction of adversity In Life and death, I tell you revision isn't key
Direct your inquiries to thriving minds Be still in your decisions long pondered Remove your mistakes, remove your memories Time breaks for insanity, in alternate realities Not acceptable. UNIVERSAL descent, a shame Monetary gain, owning rights to humans brains
Its all about the capital and its punishment The day we all thought would come true This day we will soon enough forget. New life surrounded by decay and death We know you won’t, but you really should enjoy the carcass. It will all end soon.
To many people fearing the day they’ll die Open to the window of opportunity Look through the window to the other side If what you found was lifeless, run and hide
The woods have become denser Where roots have gone deeper Lost between the intricate mesh Of the branches and that hold Embracing each other in a synergy Here the lost soul is looking for a way To navigate between the labyrinth Ideas and thoughts are not porous Ground realities have become grim Recoiled are the roots deep within Looking to move away from the lacunae As the woods come closer and grasp This soul has no answer to the questions Pertinent doubts are raised No looking away from the harsh world Feeling crushed between two realities A hallucinatory phase feels so real Nothing but prisoners we are Caught between the woods of reality Souls filtered us through travails Here are the sediments seeping Deep into the ground, where roots reclaim
As I travel with my dreams There are imaginary places to visit Through the tunnels of thoughts Sliding down with ease and delight Towards the heart of created spaces Feeling light as air, I fly carelessly Like an albatross with expansive dreams I soar above the imaginary lands Where all the situations are more real A reality, that is more affectionate With hope in my heart, I fly along Carefree and deep satisfaction One day I can replace this reality With the one that is more vicious I love to travel with my dreams My heart says, I shall be heard one day I can be the architect to build another world A reality where everyone life can thrive