madmick19
Bluelight Crew
iv'e volunteered to throw myself into the abyss of a spirit
the spirit of someone grown so foreign to me its uncanny
someone so different to what i thought
to what i have clung to believe is the truth
set free from old mind forged manacles reinforced by society
reinforced by family, by friends
while cruelly by the world
free from an idea which at best is destructive
traversing a 'mind'field of deception entwined with reality and truths
needs, wants, desires;
all become a calamity of cascading & bombarding wonder
am i ready to take responsibility for my self when so often
it is not valued, not respected or even heard.
no longer do i have the same relationships with anything
no longer can i rely on excuses to get me through my day
no longer can i hold onto false truths as being finite
when consciously undertaking a personal inebriation
no longer does there feel the warm calculated embrace of being
rather than doing.
being is now my being while confusion regails me with insecurities of lies and life once lived in a false being
life has taken a funny turn where 'doing' is a spiritual and concious conquest where i must rely on my self and my loves to guide me to a position
where can decide what is dear to me and try to embrace a position of being where i can repay the patience of others love
the spirit of someone grown so foreign to me its uncanny
someone so different to what i thought
to what i have clung to believe is the truth
set free from old mind forged manacles reinforced by society
reinforced by family, by friends
while cruelly by the world
free from an idea which at best is destructive
traversing a 'mind'field of deception entwined with reality and truths
needs, wants, desires;
all become a calamity of cascading & bombarding wonder
am i ready to take responsibility for my self when so often
it is not valued, not respected or even heard.
no longer do i have the same relationships with anything
no longer can i rely on excuses to get me through my day
no longer can i hold onto false truths as being finite
when consciously undertaking a personal inebriation
no longer does there feel the warm calculated embrace of being
rather than doing.
being is now my being while confusion regails me with insecurities of lies and life once lived in a false being
life has taken a funny turn where 'doing' is a spiritual and concious conquest where i must rely on my self and my loves to guide me to a position
where can decide what is dear to me and try to embrace a position of being where i can repay the patience of others love
