"Eyes of Blind Faith"
Believing is
-SEEING
through the eyes of blind
-FAITH
is just another way of saying your
-SCARED
of being eternally
-ALONE
In a sea of sedentary
-SERVANTS
are slaves to a
-MASTER
Is who we
-LOVE
can be a blinding
-LIGHT
in our
-EYES
dilating to let in
-TRUTH
is a double edged
-SWORD
in the stone of
-LIES
never
- LAST
to the finish,
-LINE
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"The New Face Of Slavery"
Here I am.
Off again,
To Make some fatcat's pockets deeper.
They throw me a scrap,
and I thank them back,
Now I'm praying for the reaper.
I break my back,
for a crappy wage.
It's got every human.
trapped in a cage.
We can do little,
less build up the rage.
Prepare for the war ,
and the coming age
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"Lucid in the 11th dimension"
Our brains comprehension,
Restricted by our apprehension.
Fundamental Free thought is faded,
As the mood borders on tension
If i could have your attention.
I just though I would mention.
This ascension,
Into one compelling question.
Who's lucid in the 11th dimension?
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"Across the Multiverse"
Scattered and dispersed,
across the multiverse.
Time just a measure of where,
Our universe, we declare,
is just one of an infinite number.
A singular bubble in the bath,
sent down the predetermined path.
floating across the cosmic palette.
If one, could do the math,
It would say, in their epitaph.
"Just one, in an infinite number"
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"T.V is Hypocrisy"
All I see on T.V is hypocrisy.
An Illusion of a sugar coated reality.
Of course, the world's not coming to an end,
But ignorance reigns blissfully.
Dont tell me what to buy,
Don't need to be told when to laugh or cry.
After all i am human,
All i have to do is try.
So mezmorized,
So demonized,
So glorified,
and Nationalized.
Together we stand,
Divided we fall,
What good is togetherness...
If you dont see the writing on the wall?
So blinded by love.
So bonded by fate.
So stricken with fear,
and Infected with hate.
...It's never too late..
TURN OFF YOUR T.V
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"Windows to the soul" ( limerick)
Endless recess through reflections in the eye.
slammed shut when we die.
windows to the soul
visible only through a pin hole,
But we want to know why.
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"Scratching the Surface"
Scratching the surface,
I am digging for death.
Allow my body to become the purpose,
I long to see the color in it's stale breath.
Dumbfounded eyes could not help but stare,
If i could just peek my head down there.
Seduced by the sight of what its like,
Id snap a shot ,
before i forgot,
and rediscover omnipotent insight.
Hallucinating on the ground,
my eyes dart around.
possessed ,
I tap with my hands,
so hollow the sound.
I ponder whats to come,
I long so deeply to go,
I scratch and claw at the surface,
to see that which nobody can ever know.
until they
accept the journey,
which lies
below.
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"Descenders of Delusion"
Deepen the darkest,
mysteries of MADNESS
eats away at our ENERGY
havervested by THE HEAVENS
sends us a sign,
That these delusions cant denounce,
the Resonance of My RHYMES
embed enticing ELEMENTS
that stand the test of TIME
has no significance,
when your waiting on A LINE
drawn in the depths of SAND
descends down upon us
and encases all except,
Pen in protuding hand.
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