Iknownothingatall

There exist a place of such magnificence, Where treasure holds true and knowledge holds you, An endless map lays in evidence, A puzzle to be construed, discovery is due. Such amazement detoured from fascination of being, Lost by a cause much selfish than is known, An illusion blankets every sight of feeling, A life of false freedom and conformity. We are owned. To discover these riches of what lies before, Vacant ourselves from all inculcation encountered, Remove the credence of what have been stored, Leaving nothing else to be accounted. Reform thyself from the programs of thought, Then all that is left is nothingness reaching, For all the wars that each of us has fought, Withered away in peace from the resolve we are seeking. Refute such solutions of these imposters and half truths, The shackles that encapsulate our every move, Only with this denial, a new hope will manifest, Re-building our home together as equals and nothing less. Yet we are accepting the ...

Tears within a cage all alone, In a space too confined to roam, My companions are these four walls, Yet, they know nothing of me at all. Heed my cries as I lose myself, Unwillingly welcoming the unnatural toll, Yearning for freedom, bellowing for my health, Disappearing senses. Life in an abiotic hole. Look into my eyes, tell me what you see, Smiling, laughing, poking, Oblivious! For your entertainment, you have lost the essence of what I am meant to be, May others be free from a life so insidious. My home, my prison, my grave... - A lion, no more.

I fell into a state of perpetual dismay, Living through these trials and tribulations, Watching destruction, suffering and deaths in display, While others forging hatred in their very visions. What can one person do to change this place? To have peace and love conquer our hearts? For if a single person can create such pain in disgrace, Might another be able to create a change that can last? What can I do? What can I say? How can I make a difference to the indifferent? Should I just leave it be, or rooted to stay? Should I just ignore or stand up to this belligerence? A thought appears from the blankness of the trance, Growth, evolution of physicality manifest. What of thought and being, does it expand and advance? Can we evolve from our beliefs and open ourselves to this test? Understand the hatred but never let it devour, Understand the anger and let it not consume, I shall start small in kindness and let go the need...

Hidden beneath the hoard, These instruments stowed and forgotten, Keys to the reminiscence and rewards, Too precious to ever be abandoned, Each unlocks a distinct Portal, Echoes, frozen in time, Discover a glimpse of the immortal, Through such a temporal design, Seeking... A parchment found with magical effusion. Repeated in breath, propelling me above, Reliving... Revealing comprehension, relieving disillusion, A remembrance of moments in love.