A mark of good times
Why am I still alive
Contemplating life
In this illusion
Makes me think twice
About dreams of imprecision
Held down by unjust benefits

trapped in this cage
where escaping is prohibited
everlasting imprisonment
due to undoubted lies

Off to bed depressed again what a ******* surprise.
Off to dream a pleasing fantasy which may never be.
Off to awake in a reality of which will always be.

Strange insecurity
overflowing backwashing traitors
skilled by entities
willing to viciously ******
massively diminish minds
whom without say-accept
what's to be overturned

wholesome integrity accelerated by alter-egos
of those whose feel the need to exterminate fate
of many willing to go not remain
in the end it is never
the extortionists intended fate

if god is good thoughts
and satan is evil thoughts
and along with experience
we use reason and logic
to decide what is good and evil
how is anyone going
to
have
the same reason for believing
something? that's not
free (life)
will,
that's brainwash!

Intense
Existence
Always
Ignores
All
Ignorant
Oracles

splendid Daisy and Lilith
taken troubled merchants afar
the serenity psychoanalysts

Careless feelings towards society
Lazy dwellings of *******
Mandating annihilation for one
Ones under absolute innocence

Welcome. Welcome.
Judy succumbs.

Walking through,
To your soul,
All day loot hum,
To your through some,
Hallelujah.

Rescue us from heaven,
Rescue us.

Oppressed memories caused by
haunting shades of thought
which despise happy faces
in this sheltered world
man against, never for
fighting unnecessary murderous battles
for which no one hails victory

sly games of could you please
in a perfect world one would see
its wicked - the lonely cold streets
its stricken  - the appeals of authority
its success - the sheep following the herd

In the depths of vision
Clear rainfalls accompany visionaries
With glistening sparkles
That exists because of intuition

misery drowned in tears
sorrow lost in lies
grabbing hold of objects
not meant to be tangible
those objects of which
higher entities not dare touch

the shadows start following my every move
pushing away my guardian angel, grabbing hold of every inch of flesh
barely grasping hold of the bones beneath my skin, just before
jumping off the skyscraper of which is called excellence

****** images pulsing in my veins
like boiling water burning superior
the skin above my soul

puncturing a wound
increasing infection
adrenaline rushing through
this mind of impatience
abusing a burn
increasing sensation of
fiery pain rushing through
this infamous obligation

expressing thoughts that linger on
in a way so smoothly, that it melts onto your skin
to make its way to everlasting scars
whom once settled, arrived too late

true selfless people don't take account their selfless actions

Beneath the rose, redundancy of death, lie the unquestioned, dances of sleep

My life is like a Rubik’s cube. Too many twists and turns that are out of order and with every twist and turn comes havoc in anything already accomplished.

admirable feelings of appetite
mope around the sunrise of love
enriching four chambers with smoke
that once was pure blistering lust

surpassing lies with agony
irrelevant souls embracing powerful words
marking ridges of impatience
for he who stands above others
exhaling jolting like a lightning bolt
instilling accomplished power and greed

is this the last resort, no one wants to listen, one last breath, to relieve my soul