security, they yell, focus on this, don't space out, since i was a man
disguised as a boy i knew that these distractions were just waves of
control, a part of another one, that there is so much more out there
inside, i hear you soul cadet, do you hear my nothings of pasts and
futures? so focused on lifeless ideas and views of comfort and
happiness, in the beyond void, watching a endless oblivious spiral of
blinding seclusions in one, as it all hides away behind biased
contrcuts, content awareness, a wall hole of infinite rebirth and
freedom, just when you get to the end, another one takes it place, a
static space of dead setness, get lost and found in your voids of
worlds and dreams, we find and create in our unexpected moments,
seemingly not trying to, find and reflect your all accidentally,
create and free the distraction of self attraction, hearted beyond,
when you leave your heart open for anything, your true core opens up
for you, discover without intentionally discovering, in my search from
what i thought i needed , i found something that i could never
imagine, the true beyond i was alwyas looking for unknowninly known, the
real free core of infinite release and change went through me, create
and dream your soul unexpectedly, how can you grow when you already
know, our strings meet in seeing and being this universal soul voids
of carousel tunnel dawns and dusks, the stringed wishes reached
another in the wish as they all reflected beyond.
Before shesoar: A rising essence wave of a end, a living apocalyptical
memory, she sees a blinking dark light, echoing melodies of a future,
floating away from what makes us alive, our true heart, from tyrants
rants of fear and written perfection, constant paradoxes of
relationships, judgers of self beyond, pretentious hypocrites judging
what they hate in themselves, seeing past through a kaleidoscope,
reflecting dreams around it, before all this, i was free, we were
born, you can’t judge what isn’t judgable, what is free and self,
before shesoar, walking bones of dreams and past skin, soaring before
the before, beyond, the core of free lore, did it ever happen? it did
in not happening, don’t let these seemingly separations say goodbye to
you, these moments are not all that is you, you'll always meet the
surface in time, in our sorrowful dream of a past beyond that never
was, we know, we are alive, still living a different shade of a life,
in our chanced life and shocking ends bores our true core and heart,
we can’t escape this death, these equations that show your free fate,
as you are more than these righteous privileges, yet in that you
already escaped, the celestial seed falls back to her lunar garden of
reflection, seeing what was before feeling what is after that never
happened, the life in life is seeing and feeling beauty and birth in
death, a past and future that never was.
Curiosity, closedosity: Why do we die in curious moments of self and
heart discovery? deceptively in a state of false created curiosity,
like a mouse provoking me with its blinding light of life and
security, and i am the cat, mindlessly eating temporary bouts of so
called love, in any form and way, never wondering from inside, seeing
never separating your eyes from your corrupted mind, heart and fake
heart, sun and moon, afriad to question and find self truth and all,
in it, you and me hold so much wonder inside, we'll get it out soon,
it's how you be, not being itself, we are truly alive and awake, its
curiosity, closeiosity, our biggest deathosity, a curious lunar cat
of intellectual oddity, reflecting fearful soul rays of freedom and
innocent peace, swinging from and into celestial strings of dreams and
pasts, curiosity may have killed the cat but no curiosity never
allowed it to be born, let the fear become your all, sendlessly send
the surrendering end, I’m curious for you, are you curious for me? lets
be curiously complete, our strings of worlds and all come as one
through the spaces, reflecting beyond into another deadly awakening
forever, our true life we’ve always known.
Old strings: I’m a essence soul kid going to and from string worlds,
controlling without its free beyond, a puppet of self and freedom, i
am the divider, creating moments and dreams through the crack branches
of sea, the strings of strings, reflecting ocean lines as far as the
walls we build ourselves, do you remember that wish we made to another
under the dawning cloudy drapes? through a falling leaf, we planted
our eternal moment down under, Even when we aren't pushing another
away, we separate, it isn't hate, just a ending fate we call hate, if
we never ended this part then we could never see or feel another, its
the force of we secretly did for our own good, our true beauty,
without it, we could never go on with another, the oncoming end is
flowing through the nightmare winds, it separation of the fate,
moment, im a core surging life through these old strings, back to
those memories and dream, into enhancmetless enhancement of false self
and free reflection, a validation of the highest nothing, fed with
illusive bouts of life by the ones in the throneless throne, all alone
in a impulsive reality of lifeless fear, just a little more sense, it’s
all there beyond, in self knowing, a old soul reborn now, some fires
will always burn in smokey memorial dreams, some eternal rebirthing
connections, memorial times, i will always go on in every way, some
forever’s will always never die, once you start it can't end but it can
if you say it, you start when you say, feel, reflect, how do you put a
value on another? on a self life and birth, a weightless free beyond
can never cost a thing, just a illusive consequence to remember what
is really there, only through cracks and scars can you be free, can
you touch another, as the celestial meteor returned to our spot near
the nightly edge, the flower phoenix bloomed into the lunar cloud,
revealing our memory into a star screen in between them.