Letter

I wanna run away from inspiration sometimes, cause it hurts too much. It's too hot to touch. It glows so bright in the middle of the night that if I write too much I might confuse it with sunlight. I'm at the sunrise of my art, my heart is still intact. Imagine when it will be plastered, it's the thing I lack. I need to be broken by someone to pick up the pieces and rebuild myself the way I envision myself. I want to come up with my own name.
Is a true genius untamed? Cause you have to break the chain of society to be able to become civilized. You have to break out of the illusion of safety induced in your soul through fear. You have to wander in your mind and find your utopia to be able to build it. I say don't worry about time, you'll continue working on it after you die. I say don't worry about circumstances, make the best with what you have. For instance, take a hammer and build your home, to be able to sit relaxed and have nothing to worry about. Don't bother with what others have to say. Tell them to get out of your way and to have a nice day. Don't kill their free will, they're free to do that themselves. They're free to be slaves. You must fly away from the night's decay. Don't let stray dog barks break your bark and get to your roots, your purpose is deeper than that. Your existence is no coincidence. It's a bad excuse to say you're useless. Look for your purpose, use a magnifying glass, look through the keyhole. Look for the key! Don't waste time. Don't be lazy. Amaze me.

Yours truly,
Destiny.


P.S.: I'm you.

Awake

Floating uselessly in space, counting seconds
I forgot what Newton said, I must be present
I'm falling through space like another universe
I only exist in the eyes of God himself
Press the space bar and separate yourself
You're different, put a minus sign to sign yourself
Sit between four walls and analyze yourself
Your whole life is worth less than a book shelf
Yet you indulge in accepting your ego's endearments
You feast on them instead of love and remain dormant
You're dust on a rock, gun cocked for gold socks
Run from the cops to get to the top
I sit on a mountain, looking at you sideways
I'm falling through space like another dimension
Getting smaller by the second, but what is expansion?
Relax your muscles and meditate, let the stars shower you
You're not allowed to be in a bad mood
You're screwed by people, not by life, its beauty got us reproducing
Otherwise this wouldn't be amusing
It would be a waste of time
But who owns time? It's a figment of the mind.
I forgot what Einstein said, I must be present
Makes no difference if you're a genius or a peasant
If you're a nuisance, you get cured by the backspace
What happens at the end of time? Does space get erased?
What about the love I felt for today?
Or for the one I longed for til my very last day?
Do my efforts get praise? Or do I die without seeing you escape from this maze?
I don't care about myself, I want to see you grow wings and fly away...
You're all heaven needs to stay awake.

Pain

“Observe the attachment to your pain. Be very alert. Observe the peculiar pleasure you derive from being unhappy. Observe the compulsion to talk or think about it. The resistance will cease if you make it conscious. Stay present as the witness and initiate its transmutation.”

— Eckhart Tolle

Friction

in this darkness thought prevails
walking miles, leaving trails
follow them to be misled
by all the sadness i have bled
i plead guilty in my case
of insanity and face
an eternity of friction
between mystery and fiction
lying, limping between realms
dancing the platonic dance
losing sense of my intense
existence
jumped the fence.
and succumbing to unknown
destinations leaves me prone
to a sickness not yet labeled
breathing sulfur, feeling stable
im unsure of this decor
maybe its my mind, or more
maybe its my will that breathes
the wisdom of elder leaves.
but i could not foresee
the despair in my blue pleas
or the echos of my sobs
or the barks of seven dogs.
but the crystal ball has spoken
leaving free will sore and chokin
and the echos of its words
reach the entire universe.
but it fades away in time
and it shatters in the mind
as humanity crafts something
so imperfect, like a diamond.
we are slaves of our own freedom
yet we cry that we can reason
but in the midst and fog of all
we are nothing but lost souls.
we search and search and find just clues
of a pirate who paid his dues
and gave the treasure to the Earth
like a mother that just gave birth.
through creation He has lost us
but in darkness I have found him
and as the dogs begin to howl
and the world begins to crumble
i see an owl fly away
into the night's decay
resurrecting as a crow
as the minutes turn to hours
and the soft breeze turns to flames
that fuel the fire of all pains.
but only from that pain can
beauty grow
and be conscious of its show
of infinite truth and wonder
so let your e go and grow stronger.

Revolution

“Revolution is not 'showing' life to people, but making them live. A revolutionary organization must always remember that its objective is not getting its adherents to listen to convincing talks by expert leaders, but getting them to speak for themselves, in order to achieve, or at least strive toward, an equal degree of participation.”

― Guy Debord

Poisoned

Well, if I would find the elixir of truth, I'd no longer be attached to this drunkenness.

Mind states...

Each mind state is an illusion, dividing you from all the other mind states.
Wake up, break the separation. We are all one. That is all the essence you need.
Break free with the truth. Fly away. Know nothing else but the truth.

Thank You.

I'm reliving my purest moments
Disguised in a normal human being
I emanate the most disturbing vibrations
Clinging to existence, never leaving.

Counting stars like seconds
The shadow shows me figures of despair
But at least I know that way
That a fire is burning at the top of the stairs...


I climb...
Break my leg
And start jogging.
I throw rays of sunshine on the beasts of tomorrow
Yesterday is forgotten
Today boils in the pot of beauty
Cooking perfection in dizzy bubbles
Asking questions while knowing truth hurts
But it doesn't matter, faith forgives everything.
Taking me higher, I forget misery
Because beauty blinds it.

To be thankful is to fall to your knees out of hopelessness
And to still stand like that when you realise your blessings.

Meditation

We are entering a world of despair
Where the scent of your hair
Will disappear from my senses
And I'll choke on senselessness.

I'm hanging from a thread
Holding on for dear death
So that one day it might catch me
With its restoring breath.

Floating above it, I dance mesmerized
Enthused by the magic
Gazing in my soul, losing control of the interior world
Closing my eyes and letting go.

That breath has no scent...
But it's got gravity bent
With its spell of beauty
The only beauty that suits me.

And I gaze, and I gaze...
But I see nothing
Engulfed in its breaths, I sit mesmerized.
And I stare at the cover
Waiting for the book to open.

Obs-cure

I'm coded
By God
Each letter
I write

I count them
But I don't control them
I correct them
But I don't control them.

I can choose
Not to write them
But I don't control them.

I have everything in my head
But I haven't explored it yet.
The outside world tells me what I already know
That's what it's for.

I rip up the paper I wrote on
And throw it in a fucking fire
And watch this stress burn
Stress in my head

My brain is in a frame
Supported by the nail
In Jesus' left hand
He could save me.

But I fail
I'm a fool
The frame burns
And the code is controlled by a stupid ego.

Fuck darkness
I'm sick of it.
I burn relieved
Because I have no more patience.

I fall in nothingness
But I control it.
What am I doing?
It's foolish.

But I
Hesitate.
But
I slip.

Grasp Truth
I'm saved.
Why was I falling?
Eternal amnesia...

Everyone is me.
But I'm unique.
I'm a freak.
I ruin a perfect frame.