Shatter the mental snares that claim your mind solemnly,
Break free from the cycle of repetition that endlessly subjects you to karmic toil, Cleanse your aura of sin to bask in radiance as your soul shines purely, You are an essence from beyond.
it shines through
no, it doesn’t shine it lurks from the eerie, dark cobweb covered corners of my soul vine like grip, no release, no matter the fight grappling insecurities in constant motion rugged claws, ripping scratching snaring holding captive, release begs of freedom no avail forever forced and bound with no escape and no hope only fear
I passed you by
just like that, i just walked away I had no idea I could pull myself to And yet I am no longer imprisoned to stay You looked my way Just like that, you glanced by me I hope you see I'm happier without you I finally feel like I'm running safely free I'm losing sight of what is real Not sure what to believe But I don't want to fall into your snare I don't want to be all tangled up Not in your lies Not in my life
death is mean
as mean as it gets snaring precious souls in hateful nets pulling them down to the realm of the dead not caring what was or was not unsaid destroying human flesh vicious and cruel choking all hope of any renewal while death feasts on the flesh of those around you live now to the fullest before it pulls you to the ground too.
Written 15 August 2018
Prisoner without a cage
Soul forever trapped Confined to a lifeless shell Devoid of emotion Slowly I waste away Endless nights dreaming of escape For this is not the life I chose I don't believe in that higher power For who would trap me here Like a caged bird Doing tricks for crackers I'd rather be exploring Astral Plains And wander lusting for knowledge Than stay here another moment Around people sippin the Devils potion For this brew is awfully potent One sip fills you with wrath and rage As you begin to rattle my cage All their minds filled with green As they do anything to fulfill their greed And begin to gorge themselves Like glutinous giants grilling in Grenada Never getting their fill Lusting after thick thighs And supple *******, doing Anything for that 2 piece meal Envious eyes eying everything in sight Boasting that selfish pride, as your Inner voice says that can't be me He's talking about You yes YOU As you sit smug with your Body shaped like a circle Due to years of sloth like behavior Don't worry about me I know I'm different, I don't belong here I know that We are nothing more Than temporary beings Gone in an instant Seeking the meaning of Our existence What is my purpose? I guess I'll never Know why I'm on this craft.
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I took a walk down a sloping path
Trees and brambles, nature’s bloodbath My hands, a guide My eyes, a map My mouth, drooling and drawn to that amber sap The ground below finally led me there A trusted fort, a quiet town square A lonely whistle serenading the unsoiled air A symmetrical tree sat waiting like a snare For me to take its’ paragon But, oh, do I even dare?
Reflecting on times spent as a child adventuring through my nana’s backyard.
I made a loop with a running knot around my neck
A snare, a lasso A hangman's hassle I tightened it up I pushed the chair Only to blame the only person who actually cared
what an eerie night
where wind whistles through the trees whose branches snare and snarl in the moonlight.