enslavedsphinx

The mind should not be fixed It must not crash into walls Like the water it should flow freely It must not be the water container Within your self you are not alone But you think so you are And you always get caught by what you see It suggests emotional reactions No! Don't believe in heredity Unless it is well explained Life is just a cycle of two opposing energies Like the mind it is immortal So does the soul

I sit I peep and look ahead And so I see the clouds Rushing towards the moon I smoke I sip and look around It is dark With mosquito bites Smoking Wondering Wandering Thinking Drinking Inside my mind As the moonbeams Illuminates the ground I pause I peep and look ahead Again I see the clouds Rushing towards the moon After a while After a week I heard the windstorm Rushing towards the leaves Same place Same time Without the sky Crying down

There is a place                              A solitude that I know.                       You may not seek Do you wanna know?                 For it is dark Do you wanna go                  Cold and hated Inside And get low?                                                  You may not If strange                           Seemed welcome Is what you seek                      But I can see, Then go have a peep       Your eyes hungers Just do it slow                       For its embrace It is strange                                      But hey It is different                     There is one more Yes or no?                  Thi

As I type, There is no assurance of content   and your content. For we never cross our path, Though we're traveling in the same spot. As I tried, There was nothing at all   but closed door. For I only knocked once, And you never really heard my voice. There is something in you,   that made me wanna kill myself. Burn 1% of my belief,   half of my brain   half of my soul. As I go, There is no assurance of hope   any small hope. For we never really care, Though we're floating on the same lair. I touch,   I feel,      I see,         I live. You tap,   You sense,      You look,         You exist.

Smoke Give me the antidote Eyes swollen Throat frozen Smoke What is the anecdote Chest thinning Ribs breaking Smoke Give me the antidote Nose Clogging Lungs Bleeding Choke I can't wait to rest Lit The candle of death Weep Mother bites her lips Smoke The ashes of my ribs

Closed eyes The visible one must see Everything's in shape Subconscious mind must foresee Everything's in shade Of crimson bliss And of browbeaten face Open eyes The visible one must see Everything's soothe or slay Slept in gravestone and slain Forlorn trinity stains Of solace And of bedridden space Devoid of choices Shackle between candles and ashes