Time lapse of
sublimation of melodies,
blurred caffeinated visions,
the smell of breeze,
with a tinge of petrichor,
cold wet grass,
the bare feet,
an impulse strikes the heart,
asynchronously,
capillaries dosed
with sugary love,
eyelids popping,
drooling,
turning like red sprinkles
of kesar,
in a cold icy lake,

this never-ending dream,
defeats an unpredictable life,
or maybe we are dreaming only,
unable to see the tombstone
of reality,

waiting to wake up,
away from the monotony,
from barren heartless lands,
to ourselves,
to create,
a life destined to
eclipse these dreams.

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.

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 myopically looking
           through what is 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.

Have you seen the fishes of the deep blue sea,
Have you swam through the stars and galaxies,
Ive been keeping track but baby dont ask me,
Ive been slipping in between realities,

Staring right into the sun for way too long,
Grasp at all the little thoughts before their gone,
Steal a smile from the moon and then move on,
The seasons still seem to change so how could i go wrong,

What if i start to laugh before you talk,
Have you even had a chance to read my thoughts,
Its hard to stay even when youre odd,
Ima go ahead and loose myself before im lost,

Paper
is funny to me
whether used for
marriage
or birth
or wealth
or justice
or death
or parking tickets
or wiping *******

it turns up/under/over
in forms of little folded airplanes
which land themselves on all those dimensions
of your life.

I find it all funny

Some people just don't win the big one.

And that's not fair.

It's not fair that some people work so hard to accomplish something, only to fail at it in the end.

It's not fair that people who like other people so much aren't liked back.

It's not ******* fair that some people feel their hearts literally break into a thousand pieces over love.

Over affection.

Over attention.

Over someone else.

It's not fair at all the way some of us have to live our lives sometimes.

Because sometimes,

Some people just don't win the big one.

And I'm one of them...

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 slave, slave 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