It is not you
Becoming
Tired of Life
It is life
Becoming tired
of You

My eyes tell me
You look beautiful
But my mind
Insists
On knowing
What lays beneath
The chemicals
That are hanging on your skin

It's strange
Memories
That i don't Remember
The Feeling Of The Pain
I've met Through out my years
But I have A nasty feeling
That the Pain
Remembers
Me

Do you see
The Light
I Said
DO you see
The the Light
yes
I Can't Hear You
YES
What's it Say

ER Hummm

Shall I tell you
Yes
It says
I say it says
To Enter the Light
You must Read between
All These LIES Or be thrown
Into the Pits of Hell
Of Your Own Ignorance
DO you See the Light

SILANCE

It is not you
Seeing them
From the corner
Of your eyes
It is them
Seeing you
From theirs

One wonder's sometimes
Could it be
In our
Everyday life's
Things like
The Mandela effect
Is nothing more
Then a code
A language if you will
A Warning
That will Drive you Crazy
Or Drive you
To an Understanding
That this Reality frequency
That we live In
Is Not
What We Think
It Is

Deep in your head
you know
this well of dreams
is dry

It is said
Respect for the memories
For the personality
For which you once knew
Has far more value
Then the respect
For a vacant body

Is it us
who puts the fear of loneliness
before the voice of reason
is it us
who puts the fear
of looking ignorant
in the eyes of others
before our logical common sense
is it us
who fears the freedom
of our feelings
that whisper
if you listen
to what is written
your mind
will become your friend

It is not the path
that you walk
that is crumbling
and cracked
it is you

Has one
Ever felt
The Feeling
In one's Quiet Times
All Alone
The feeling of the question
Uncomfortably
Unconsciously Asked
What do
You want to Do
Survive
In this system
With all the knee bending
That is Required
Or live Life
With Everything That it Brings

Woman
You don't understand
From your
Neck down
I know you
You see
I'm a little Strange
I want to know
What I don't yet Know
And that is
From your neck up

If you wish
to satisfy a need
that cannot speak
first you must
understand
what it thinks

The Strongest Link  
In your Chains  
That binds You
To the spoon
  That Feeds You
Twisted Truths
Out right Lies
Is You

Is denial
the only friend you have
when you look in the mirror
within the eye of your mind            
where your own personal demon
waits with a smile
with emotional baggage
snapping at the heels
of your remains

Strange world
Where people believe
That Original Sin
Is Not
Wilful Ignorance

Life they say
is just a roll of the dice
which depends on fate
that listens
to every word
you don't say

Between the lines
of which you speak
betrays the one
who believed

When you are happy
With someone
That you care for
Does it really matter
What hangs above
Or below

When self delusion
is stripped
from your bones
who are you

Ain't no beauty
When your
Gone

I flat line every

Day

Ain't no beauty when you're Gone
My life just carrys on
And it always Fades
        To Gray

I pray every

Day

That you'll come back To Stay

I flat line every day
My life just turns to gray
Ain't no beauty
When your
Gone

When your friends
do not become
your family
then they are not
your friends

It is said
Your Only as Wise
As Your Wilful Ignorance
Allows You To Be

To climb
Into my bed
You must first
Climb
Into my head

Have you ever taken a ride
to the sad side
where the tracks
lay buckled and bare
where the ones
who are born to trust you              
look up in quiet despair
at the face that says  
I love you
with eyes
that don't really care

I didn't have the brains
To Bury My hatchets
And now I'm Older
And I weep with regret
Watching my hatchets
Burying them self's
Deep
Into the Hearts
Of my children

One night
it will happen
i will
follow me
to see
where i go
when i sleep

It is
the art
within your soul
that defines
your state of mind
when you acquire
the art
of an open mind

How
do you do that
I would like to know
the skill that's needed
to make it so
to stretch one's illusions
over the cracks
of your broken thoughts
where your denial pretends
that you could be friends
if only
you would ignore
the knocking
on your door
that echoes inside
your head

Mommy
Yes baby
Could you
Tell that man in America
To give me back my legs
Could you tell him
Whatever i did
I'm sorry
I promise
Never to do it again
Sob

Jigsaw puzzles
Are no different
From words
Trying to figger out
What words fit
To create a picture
With meaning
SO that others
Can understand

Do you hold on
to a dream
that is broken
does your thinking
say
it is not so
do the beatings
rain down
from your heaven
as your common sense
begins to grow
through the haze
of the pain
you are given
is it so hard
to sleep Alone

Afraid to sleep
to disturb the dream
that when I awake
you'll be gone
just the smell of your breath
lingering
on my pillow
Of Sorrow

In body
we are many
in mind
we are one

It is When writes Anything
Be it For a living
For pleasure Or Therapy
One does Not Necessarily Believe
What one has Written
But For Those Who's Sanity
Rests with the Pen
One Must

It is said
Time
Is not measured
By any Calender
Time
Is measured
By what you do
Within It

It can only Be
When you want to
For no reason
That your Honesty
Is Clean

Most people dismiss
That feeling out of hand
When politicians
Are debating
About our lands
My feelings
STOP me in my tracks
Explaining to me
The feeling
Of the word
That I'm feeling
Is Slimy

Sometimes
I get the feeling
That people are like
Candles
And we are the wick
Most burn slow
Some burn quick
And there are those
Who fall over
Never to rise again
As our Flames
Slowly dissipate
Into wilderness
Of the Winds That change

There are
So many circles
To choose from
So many A.I.s
And biological Friends
SO many side's
One can
Take comfort from
With all the
Psychological
Persuasions
Yet to come

Some will be heavy
Some will be light
Depending on one's
Frame of mind
And all
Will pass you by
But they are
At the end of the day
Psychological Persuasions
Just the same

Their motives Unclear
Until
Hindsight Explains
The Reasons Why

One now Suffers the the pain
For Not Listening
To one's Instincts
That are crying a river
A Sea of broken Perceptions
That one created
For wilfully Ignoring
The Feeling
Of Future pain

It is said
Those
Who want to live
Their life's
In intentional Ignorance
Belittling
Becoming trolls
Let them be still
And those
Who are not
Let them be still
For at the End
Of their days
Those
Who continue to vibrate
On the Base line of Life
Will be screaming
In Fear
Of the Psychological pain
When they Finally understand
The meaning
There be Sharks
In their Jungle Of Perceptions
In Their
Pig ignorant Dog eat Dog World

If the act
Of observation
Is an act
Of fact creation
The question is
How does one
Decouple
From the
Less then 1persent
Of What We See
Fakery
Could it be
That there Are Fake humans
Who continue To Believe
That there's Probable Cause
To Believe What they see
No matter the Fakery
On their favourite News feed

Have you heard
On the digital Grape vine
That your lifestyle
Ain't gonna be So fine
Coz one's digital friend's  
Are beginning to Suspect

You're not
As Hollow
As Them

Your digital cardboard cutout  
Is beginning to Fray
Slowly showing
That your Drifting Away
Into Thought's  
That are Forbidden  
To be Expressed  
So be Careful  
Where you tread  
Their Digital Traps Are Set

I do Try!
To be on time
To meet myself

To stop the Wondering
Within these jungle thought's
That i create
To avoid the path
That will Lead I
To myself
For I Know The decisions
That will be made
Could well be Set in stone
An Unavoidable Path
No longer Wondering
With no direction Home

Do you feel
Behind your
Reflected  
Broken Smile
Your  
Psychological Eyes
Of Apprehension  
The words  
You carefully use
To speak

Navigating
Through your Feeling's  
That are Screaming  
I Need  
Standing  
At your Door  
That Floats in your Heart  
To carefully watch
The one who comes knocking  
While the children  
Wait  
With bated breath
For their Happiness  
And yours
Depends  
On Your Instincts
Not
Your Wishful Thinking

Do you know
How many Subscribers
And followers I've got
How much money I get
How many people like
To know what I'm doing er
You don't do You
YEP your right
I don't know
COZ I don't want to Know

DO you know
How many people subscribe
To me
How many like to know
What I'm doing
Their called Friends
NOTE the word friends
Not Strangers not bots
Real flesh and blood
Friends
Do you know
How much money I get
No
I get **** all
Man that's Sad
Hahaha
You think
I would rather be wearing my shoes
Than yours
Uploading
Your everyday life
To your followers
Who are strangers you've never met
The stress of doing it just right
The obsession watching everyday
For thumbs up and Likes
You get a thumbs down
And your world
Comes crashing down
You get depressed
Now that's SAD
Living your life
With those happy smiley
Digital faces
And the one's
You do meet
You wonder a little paranoid
Are they after
A slice of my pie
NO my friend
I couldn't Live
A fake Life

Is it not  Strange
How people say
My energy field
My spirit
Like it its a Possession
Something owned
How can one
Own it
It is You

Does one's life
One's
Way of thinking
One's
Way of Living
Looks Suspiciously like
Someone's else's
Copy and paste
Belief's

It has been said
For many years
You cannot Pass

No matter your tears
No matter your wants
No matter your needs

For your Heavy
Vibrational
Emotions
Will Forever
Keep you Chained
In Recarnations
Within this Circle
Of Lamentations

Where Your Mind
Not You
Is free

when your body
Your nerve endings
Your mind  
Are Screaming
Blue ****** ******

IT will be forgotten
Not even remembered

For it cannot be  
Described  
Only felt  

But the Fear of Change
Will twist your world  
IF you let it Worm  
Its way
Into your  
Everyday life  

For it has the nasty ability  
To change
your personality