Torn

Torn between lies, journalistic mafia media hype your Wars are my Freedoms. Free from pieces of mind scattered by opinions. 

We shared tears, we shared laughter, we shared your misery yet it still feels like your being raped, while "living the good life".

Why raise taxes, and not awareness, to questions? 

By the people for the people once had minions, obey the dying breathes of demons as skeletons remain locked in plasma screens. 

As we are left to ponder in demise of all this confusion, seeking truth on YouTube as a substitute to the madness we are left with the hordes who Shepherd Foxes... 

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1 million thoughts...

 One million thoughts drowned the megalithic crown that ruled the land of linguistics. Text message terrorists confused the youth of it's language. They began to loose art of conversation while trapped in digital worlds, of light and vibration. Whats the use of vocal cords when you can read and try to emulate emotion through letters on a small screen. a customized tone for the bell, toning sanctuary a reminder that we are not in misery.

 We spent decades trying to master the art of telepathy just to be distracted by cell phonic frequency, but we remain a glitched freak in the system. Trying to find methods of communication with inhabitants, consumed by holy spirits. The answers are sealed within relics and pigments from centuries old when once one finds the essence of word is no longer bold.

 When true emotions get lost in translation text messages fail to convey ripples of silence,
 broken by ring tones.

The Dream

Silently running on the blacktop, 

smell of gritty freshness of tar,

I am dreaming...

i feel a shift of energy in my abdomen,

and 

my legs start to lift off the ground,

fingers turned in to feathers, my feet became claws of an owl.

through the night skies Silently, 

I crept,

upon Landing my 

feathers started to disapear and my body, 

returned to normal.

 

 

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Escaping hands of Time

Holding on to nothing rather than its illusions illustrated by artifacts left by tribes of the lower Iddhi. .

As if when something never happened until imagination brings fourth manifestation...

Be aware of its translucent surroundings of what it was, what shall it be.

Be it free or frozen in time like musical notes of Timothy Leary, yet the biological potions remain most potent.

Looking at the moon in her grace shining bright over casting shadows of stars, lifted by the winds carried by aetheric wings...

Soaring high within the liquid glass eagle eyes view of self expression expansion of self into anothers reflections...

Bending,
dimensions.

The heart is free from toxicology when the lotus has risen above dark waters, embracing the cleansing light of RA.

Awakened to find oneself, back in time.
Awakened to find oneself, far in the future.

Awakening oneself, in the now free from the hands time clutch...

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