Iknownothingatall

As I inhale and thread between these paths of solitude, Entities lay stranded ahead, Begging to be noticed in a long standing feud, To latch on and let its poison spread, The First. Appearing noble, exuding black smoke, A boast of satisfaction deepened by desire, Relentless to dominate as pleasures evoke, Smouldering gratitude, engulfed in fire. The Second. Dragging a mountain of emptiness behind, Fortified by durable rusty chains and locks, Sight on rapacity with eyes that are blind, As nothing immaterial shall conquer its thoughts. The Third. Baring contours with a swaying dance, Hypnotising movements blowing kisses of ardour, Exhibits provocatively in carnal trance, Confuses the mind as body follows its order. The Fourth. The Green Cyclops stands tall, ever watching. A poisonous strive to compete, ever haunting. Such spite and discontent, a hunger ever-lasting, Only striking on turned backs, always hunting. The Fifth. A blob, disgusting and vile, Losi...

opening the mind - the heart needs to break

Re-new these gifts and behold the light, These instruments capture much but filter through the mind, No gift is more precious than of this guide, If Heaven is what you feel, then visibility becomes sublime. Bear those openings and hearken to these frequencies, An arrangement of the natural and artificial, Notice the bliss in the patterns of these symphonies, A living Universe, vast and unconditional. The invisible shall enter with surprise, Where souvenirs ignite and translate into clarity, Held in time no matter how the seconds fly, Just a whiff can usher in a forgotten Ecstasy. An adventure of textures and saturations, Welcoming the heat to warm the Soul, As it lingers and yearns for many different invitations, An artistic palate preying desires that hunger stole. Such wise landscapes that is glazed in tones and colours, A known companion to the Sun and wind, In mysteries and miracles, it kindles and yearns for others, Sense the need of the World in stillness ...

Beware not of them, But of the noises within, Question or suffer.

Take this fortune, Take what is due, Is seven pounds an option? If this, is what I have to do, Take my sight and not my skin, Have my ears but never the smell, None of my heart, take what I think, Cost is cause, bound by a loveless spell, Solace, A distant friend, Lost by loss, an internal hell, As I see without my eyes intend, A hopeful moment as silence swell, In loving memory, never in vain, I shall make best, come what may, No regrets, learn from the pain, Never again just one more day....

I was a machine,      Full of valves, pipes and wires, Execute as per programmed, Commands are in sync, To be leased or for hire, To maintain corporate scam, Something sparked within, Burnt with chemical fire, Happenstance of the unplanned, The mind starts to think, My Heart beats to aspire, Awareness starts to ascend, No more a machine, Break down the empire, I am more than just a Man.

Syllables of Wisdom Teacher of Knowledge, Extends beyond truth and fact, Review spawns wisdom. Wisdom of Infinity Submerge in wonder, Infinity goes both ways, Tread between these paths. Timing of Wisdom Now is where Time sleeps. Where Past and Future connect, Mind and Heart to the Soul.

Our Indolence, Leads to grievances, Blindly accepting, Always expecting, Truth be told, Knowledge is gold, But half truth are sold, Ignorance we hold, Blind and asleep, As floods flow deep, Drown in submission, Gifting remission, Minds are conquered, Slaves to be ordered, Survival is offered, Present is slaughtered, Living in Death, False Future is pressed, Seek to content, Moments in event, But eyes stray in glare, Hearts, never aware, Welcome to this time, Where lies lead the blind, Within, Nothing, Yet outside reaching, For more than needed, Limitations are seeded, Wonders through screens, Conformed to not think, Full of opinions, In this Age of Oblivion.

A constant conflict of my heart and mind, Oddity of beliefs. A false pretense? The Universe full of symbols and signs, Anomalies within moments and events, Neither am I here nor there, Yet I exist within these boundaries of the unknown, Should I divulge a purpose or leave it undeclared? Knowing the sum of infinity can be whole as it has been shown, Living in versions with a cupboard full of mask, Yet my feet are rooted to Earth, Surviving in a contradiction of destined task, With a prediction of death and an unseen birth, Uncertainty is ever definite and clear, Yet a path through, needs to be steered, The Past veiled and the Future blurred, Only Now is to be adhered.