Lost in my mind once again.
The past comes back to haunt me.
To remind me, preventing me from forgetting.
I've felt enough pain.
Where's my peace? Still searching.
I need to breathe, I'm suffocating.
I hear the familiar screams inside.
The burning in my lungs.
Please let me be.
I need a place for my head.
Another way to feel alive.
Finding who i am and who i want to be
but i guess that isn't who i have to be
and what you all want me to be,
so maybe i should just stop the searching.
Feel like i should start apologizing,
for being who i want to be?
or for being someone i wasnt?
or maybe just being here in the first place?
it is all a blur and i need an escape.
At last I found the escape I need
It wasn't in the form I thought it would be?
But now I don't want to apologize
I want to be me
The me that I need to be
The me that you want me to be
Out of food is manufactured chyle. Out of chyle comes blood. Out of blood comes flesh. Out of flesh comes fat. Out of fat comes bone. Out of bone comes marrow. Out of marrow comes semen.
the semen will try to go down & out
if you want ecstasy you must change this
to upwards and in
the semen must be forced back & up
instead of downwards and out
after you eat
change it's flow
reaching the sahasrara chakra you will reach bliss
the upward flow of energy is Ecstasy
it is Spirituality
I have always been beckoning
In the streets and classrooms,
In the schools and coachings,
In the soccer goals and chess games.
I have always been searching,
In the lonely evenings and nights,
In the sunny days and afternoons,
In the packed markets and parties.
I have always been so very patient,
In the empty Sundays and holidays,
In the private moments and hours,
In the public places and datings.
But true love was nowhere,
I searched the whole world,
Then I finally had it accepted,
That true love was only twice.
First was when I was born,
To my mother and father,
Second was the rebirth,
In an ICU's rebreather.