illusion
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Acrylic lens lectured
with Sea’s skin, Sky’s eyes, and Earth’s tongue
In Clouds’ classrooms of purple sequins
I took to ecstasy
I found everyone missing the point
To find paths that were not there
Beyond a dream, dear me.
Her valves feed seeds of the sky to keep both hips
Once more great four around numbers of fierce giants
You cannot define me.
I am but a petalless flower, a bud, sewn shut with transparent thread.
I exist in a reality unlike the one you know, a reality I created within my soul,
you were my true blue soul friend
we had a bond deeper than any I had known before
we laughed and cried
we shared our secrets
i trusted you with the deepest parts of my heart
Thought you had the currency
But you couldn't handle me currently,
You couldn't mentally afford me .
Tried to put me on layaway,
while you played the games
and spent your money on cheaper feins.
For all these years,
Thin like organdy,
I’ve wandered under
Some sickly guise
Some sickly guise
That I hailed as an apex of truth
He tells me lies, but shows the truth.
I ask him what he thinks
somewhere hiding near a wall
I whisper
Who's the fairest of them all?
Your toxic glass draws me in
She waves me on,
Preoccupied, as she always is,
By a diamond mirage
And a ruby facade.
I begin to speak,
But what am I to a Queen?
She has built this castle
In a world that is as good as real
Charming alike an infant's smile
I'm filled with great zest and zeal
All like a trance just in a while
I let go off those binding strings
That entangle and estrange me
Whispers and shadows were all around
As someone knocking the door
But no one was there
Illusion
No, not at all
Than what it was
It was love
That never came to me
The shadows chased me
In the middle of a normal day
I find everything so out of the way
Inside myself I am blank and nill
Wondering if I should take a pill.
It is outside of time and space
This reluctant child without a place
I stay up all night
You don’t even care
I try and I try
But all you do is roll your eyes
One day you're nice
The next day you're a jerk
You looked and behold,
Over the horizon approaching fast,
Engulfed by the orange beauty of the sunset, you saw a man.
A man approaching slowly like a viscous liquid,
And fast as light.
Knowledge is power
Yet ignorance is bliss
From knowledge, some cower
And to ignorance kiss
Some call knowledge wisdom
But that cannot be true
Because it is by knowledge
The illusion of perfect symmetry,
holds us from grabbing our key.
Fabricated poise and sophisticated balance,
shakes us to our decrepit core.
Surreal intellect and courage so strong
An Illusion is defined by something that is or is likely to be wrongly perceived
Or interpreted by the senses
I was once like that, dillusioned and deceived
Thanks to my naivity, I had faced dired consequences
I reached out
And held on to the whispers
Of my past
With time prying away at my Soul
Afraid of letting go
And falling into her Grasp
Tears that awakened him at night already evaporated.
Filled with words that aggressively stroked his nerves.
We cant forgive how lonely he gets.
We cant forgive his thoughts of destruction he starts to mimic.
"Where are you going? Where have you been?
Nighttime's dark but mornings grim
Hurry where you're headed, forget all that you've seen
The past is inescapeable, the future's just a dream"
My color for years has been gray,
Whenever I showed my true colors poeple would stray away,
They dont realize my enthusiasm was my raw ambition,
Although their opinions sting its their ammunition,
Death is not something to fear
It is to be learned about
To be pondered over
To be wondered on its purpose
Fear can control your life
So why let it?
You can fear something a little
It was all incredibly detailedHow he dove into her drained eyes,How he explored her dark and poignant soul;
You are more important
And you shouldn’t feel my torment
I tried so hard to hide myself
Despite signs of declining health
When I descend into the chasm
Of my idealized phantasm
This illusion of me
does not define or
confine my
unconventionally unique
design.
Quiet, I seem,
my passion yet
unseen. I rhyme to
the beat of the
stream.
Riddling lines of pointless shriftIs rare and deadly Trojan giftWhich cleaves the sense and spawns distressOffensive in its ugliness.
I wear the mask that everyone wants to see,
It changes constantly with every glance,
Each one displaying different facets of who everyone sees me to be.
Everyone has these masks we wear so willingly, some unknowingly.
Time by the second A limit of control that is less than a minute a minutes that can be morethan hour less than a daybut favors twenty four hours A state of mind that is limitedOh' Grand Design that beckons twelve of night and twelve of daythat r
Theology twisted, robbing the poor
Sick religions have the saints misunderstood
U.S. economy in it for self
Rich stiff necked scholars still seeking knowledge
But graduated from a top Ivy League college
My mom calls me perceptive
because I’m good at finding the cracks in the plaster
but in the end I’m no faster
when it comes to determining the truth
in every façade.
What I mean to say is I’m a lot like you
What point is there to believe and trust
To think that nothing is greater that it
The world believes its religion
Greed, power, control, luxury
What is the value of blood compared to such an idol
Work my way into your mind
To contemplate the art of time
Complimenting the sublime.
The question in doubt,
couldn’t figure it out…
Can’t escape the run
We arose in a world,
Where there is no “I,”
It was a symbol of Selfishness,
Greed,
Power,
We are a population,
Not a community,
As We gaze up into the sky,
Sitting here I feel stunted, where do I belong , I feel like in not progressing like a song skipping but never progressing, I wonder if its discipline or deception but t
Experience feels like wandering in a desert
Seeing a mirage of water among the sands
Only to find myself grasping a fistful of grains
And watching even those slip away from my hands
To my past love you decided your own fate. You had me hurt and in a uncontrollable state. I had the false reality you were going to stay my mate.
It is twilight here,
It always is,
In this room with no one but me.
Light dimly fades through windows and tattered curtains
I lay here
In the corner of this small rustic room
The sea:
a light flickers,
flits, sees my face, turns back.
I call, reach, shield from the rain on
the waves that, crashing, cover the figment,
which drowns, choking, a bubbly laugh
A butterfly dance on my dream,
Taking my invisible other-self onstage.
I found myself light as a feather,
Singing in the sky.
Half-awake, finding myself lost in a fantasy,
And an illusion I want to stay in.
There is no Death.
Only a transferring of souls, both young and old.
The flesh may pass away but the soul finds new place to stay.
Death has no victory.
Do you think the politics matter?
Do you think that whoever takes the big chair will determine if your family is fed tomorrow?
A president, an astronaut, that's what I had envisioned
An actor surviving a 28 car collision
A thread of untruth entwined into a white robe
Strobe lights imitating a holy glow
