MIRRORS
OF
MAXIMS
Submitional Statement
Innovative expressional word collaboration to stimulate the mind, with an essence of lessons learnt, the
power of the word, the mind, the world and the evolution of all these things.
This is my outlook on what im trying to achieve with what im creating.
Introduction
This book the bi-product of the worlds exhaust.
The emitions of the essence
of the kind of the human.
Floating into the line of my sight,
Moving my pen,
Filled with my inner vision of ink,
Projecting pictures by collaborating my expressional
design of words,
Into the cinema of your mind.
Mechanical Movements of the World Machine
Mechanical movements of the world machine,
a place and purpose for every being,
the mechanism of time propelling it forward ,
forward direction made only by time left behind….
Your place,
whether rivot or cog,
shapes the production of living,
the infection of ideas,
the direction of evolution,
the injection of understanding,
and all hopes in the worlds movements landing,
on a platform without boundaries and restrictions.
Move your mind,
move the world.
Performing an autopsy of wisdom
Carrying tools of incision.
Parting wisdom falling on its blades,
Slicing envelopes of sending gain.
Dissecting organs of understanding.
Cut the capillaries of larger visions,
Spray the sponge of absorption,
With ejecting blood of connection.
Take the mind sustenance,
Wring the remnants,
Pores left open,
In a cycle of growth.
This the power of mind tools,
Tools making,
Marking,
Moving.
This core correlation.
Severing Bonds
Deep seeded anchors,
Locked in one point,
In one zone.
Barbs of thought thinking doubts,
Pulling the skin with movement,
This,
The battle of progression,
Swords of insecurity clash,
Arrows of piercing visions,
Hit shields of inner divisions.
Molding the weapon of release,
In the bowels of enlightenment,
The furnace of learning,
Listening,
Seeing.
Fusing the weapon with the steel of your steel,
A weapon made through pain,
Confusion,
Delusion
And insanity,
These all weapons against the weapon maker.
Wield it to cut though the carcass of inhibiting mass.
The fire of truth enveloping its blade,
Searing and enveloping your internals…..
Open your mouth then.
Release the flames of words,
IGNITE THE WORLD.
Space in Creation
Before … after….
What was there…
What is to come….
An effort to take your mind,
To a time,
A time before time.
The banging beginning,
The start of us all,
Before that ,
Is what makes the mind think more,
Or really the thought that makes thoughts fall,
Try it,
Travel your vision,
Try your mind,
On a perspective of universal size.
Space has a beginning??
With nothing before it??
How can you ignore it??
The feeling of thoughts cornered limits,
Limits of questions peaking with no answers.
There must be……..
It couldn’t be ………..
Answers??
Answer me this,
Why do we question at all??
The Dark Side
The darkness walk of thoughts,
Steps into depths of flaming chaos,
Myriads of delusions,
The fire of dark power,
Destroys some,
Destroys most.
The path like that of walking the tight rope,
The balance of support; your mind,
The harness of safety; you’re strength.
To have vision under the blackness of its power,
Is to have the molten reigns of its control,
Withstanding the heat,
Withdrawing the pain,
Compressing it into fibers of skin covering skin…
A tool clasping the essence of its power,
Within the soul destroying nothingness,
Inhaling the destructive force,
Walking on …..
Walking clear….
2 People 4 Eyes
Instinctual impulse,
Magnetic attractions,
Chemical re-actions.
A visual stimulus alone??
Interest in connecting pupils,
Mystery of what lies behind… beyond,
In the skull of the alluring specimen,
Fronts of created ambushing…
A lour of senses…
Trapping sensual want in lusting desire,
The power within the attribute of urge.
Words of Worlds
Your word is your world
Words molding its landscape
Words painting its imagery
Your word can transcend worlds
And bridge borders of differences
Speak the expression of your atmosphere
To create a breathable flow of two worlds
Trying to be as one…
Words of our own
Are the portals other worlds absorb to understand
Package them with the truest content
So that the opening understanding
Shows the world of your intent.
Breaking the Confines of mind.
Breaking the confines of the mind,
elevating the vision of our senses,
changing the frame of the imagery of our time.
Push beyond what we know
Of what we know,
manifesting its discovery,
into words digestible for delivery.
An auxiliary connection
into the minds stagnant affliction.
The rise of the world’s attention,
toward an existence of evolved absolution.
New meaning,
New core,
New world.
Cracks Of Vision
Instability through fractions in reality
Minds senses amplified ability
Question the answers
Question the questions
Suited to one life one path
How do you start one path
And change in the future…
Do you see the picture
Refractions of scripture…
Word of a mind
Mind what you hear
Spraying the page with descriptive confusion
Venting the math of the mass
Massing the words
And missing the point
Massing it all within the test of tests….
Can you believe
Definitive Silence
Definitive silence,
an abyss of ungrounding space,
all movement labored and slow motion,
focus through squinted hope.
Breathing and heart beat,
breathing and heart beat.
Uncontrollable programmed instincts,
the only functionality of a functionless state.
A defining moment in our momentary existence….
Rise above with wings of perspective,
conquer yourself.
Differing Magnifications
The stories where told
Or even suggested facts we behold
Of the old
Shaping the new
Analyzing spinning angles to view
Is the way to think beyond
To evolve on a plane not linked to animality
But in our, what some may say spirituality
Spiritualism = questionable feeling
To look inside
To understand its drive
Is not accepting
The religious doctrines we are rejecting
Its subjecting
Your feeling and words of old
Under a glow of the running energy of your mind
Miss-handling of understood information
Could be an angle of your interpretation
Perhaps re-configure
The order of our order
Break new ground
On the surface of your mind
Re-write the words of a time
That is not our time today.
Emotional War
Change in the midst of differences,
knowing what to do like the mist of the mountain.
When feeling boils without containment,
unguarded surfaces exposed and fearful.
The tearful rapids of emotion ,
wash in waves ,
in reaction to the action,
feeling sprayed,
no compassion paid,
opposite polarities made.
Pushing away ,
Pushing apart,
Pushing the point.
This waltz of ego,
this dance of inconsideration.
Excavation of Sight
Drilling words through the fabric of your vision,
a vocabulary incision .
Let them shape a portal with a radius of magnification,
absorb the observation,
that shows the 4th dimension of invocation.
Let your mind be the pen of your existence,
abolish the distance,
take away for instance…
Rules and ways of life as you know it,
make what is in your heart,
the very foundational start,
whatever it may be,
believe and transcend,
there is no end.
We will rise above in our mind
if we let vision bind.
Look there is seeing to be had,
listening to be heard,
doing to be done,
in the time of the sun,
the day of its light is to come.
Advanced Ancientry
Possible intervention ,
blending the knowledge,
with the carrier ,With the capacity to receive.
A catapult in suggested evolution,
throwing us forward in ways the forward future fails to understand.
Advanced Ancientry,
mystery of methods we could not re-produce,
what did induce ….
The minds and wisdom of men that are men today,
if we can not muster its mastery,
How could they ??
Without external input keying its mystery….
When history is our experience , our wisdom ,
but how it has failed to be remembered …
Failed to be understood….
An historic chamber,
could it be,
a key did set it free,
a key once here,
a key removed from history,
to return in an alternative destiny,
Everything a possibility….
When holes and voids left in what we know,
of what we knew,
of you,
of me.
Intervention…
Intervened…
Entwined…
Ingested …
Almost
Almost complete in all attributes,
on the verge of absolute focus,
on the brink of mastery .
How can the diverse direction of energy
be channeled directly…
Indirect understanding,
miss-directed solutions.
Filtered choices of pure comprehension,
can only be achieved
through disconnection of ….
Primal urges ,
material selfishness,
Ultimately a removal of the human state.
A goal infinitely hard to make.
Broken Bloodline
The view point of a son,
Seeing a man of his blood,
His creator.
Held in a light of admiration…
Until eyes of the son,
Pierce veils of darkness like the sun,
Exposing the truth of man… kind.
The man exposed…
Standing not as creator
But as man alone.
Not lending compassion of viewpoint of him that comes from him,
Oblivious to selflessness.
Years of time evaporate,
Disconnection of the son,
Through realization of his measure.
Proven in events of later leavings,
There will be no grievings.
Strength through pre-empted sight,
Re-adjusted standing.
Pillars of support retracted ,
Re-located years before,
Pillars that rely on no-one no-more.
The internals of him grateful to have this unselected strength,
Indirect teaching,
Lessons he will never forget,
Never regret.
A manifestation of an impenetrable stone,
Unbreakable
Unshakable….
Keep your distance.
Casting Word Nets
Evolved expressional communication,
A literary means,
To contact the minds full thinking genes,
Invention of word stimulation,
Mixing words,
Blending ideas,
Projecting ideals.
Order of words,
Creative collaboration,
To break the order of ways,
To make the order of new,
Pressing the mind,
Into corners of word complication,
Forced finding of exits,
Made with internal interpretation,
Inventive word escape instigation.
Invent you’re thought exit.
Clear Navigation
Concerns of directional cohesion ,
can be the cause of objectable diversion.
How does one avoid collision,
with unstable intrusion,
or is it a delusion,
surrounded by mind math confusion.
This is the madness outside of the method,
with no method 100% justified
and there-in lye’s the indefinite depth,
cloaked in mirrors beyond the reachable,
refracting the understandable,
into glimpses of the believable ,
What vision is truly achievable.
Coexisting
Buildings side by side,
People side by side,
The distance between is the allowance they need.
The mastery of supported distance,
Close enough to support its fall,
Far enough away to not feel its daily vibrations.
Creating the Union
A union of unshakable faith
Fused in the furnace of loves forced unity
Belief is found
Trust is solidified
Words given and held with the weight of, if broken
The words shatter and impale the giver
To speak promises of our own hopes makes way for unrelenting truth
Two believers in each other then finding equal love
All attributes of human ways forgotten and fallen by its wayside
The creation of life’s belief is within the vision of the one who sees it
Love
Its size
Its power
Is within the vision of the union
Make it what two believe
As grand as your connecting sight
Expanding beyond
As unique as your will
Your imagination
As much as you can inject into the supporting amplifier
Of your combined love.
Demons
Tired eyes,
Tired mind,
Nightmares of its struggles…
Demons of its testing,
Haunting the world of my resting,
Tremoring into the waking.
Memories of eyes stuck,
Eyes open.
Corpse of restlessness,
In a tomb of living sleep.
Demons come to me,
Play their hide and seek,
Tip and run,
Stabbing fun.
I battle the darkness of an ailing mind,
Ejecting words of a baling kind,
Words that release the thoughts…
The thoughts that could weigh the sinking,
Fray the thinking,
Stop… the blinking,
To a wakeless awake,
A falling elevation.
Mind rigging its power into reversal.
These words its result,
This…. The pile of its running,
The evidence of its working.
The way it gives birth to word.
Doubt Infection
Doubt what it is that you feel
Feel what it is that you doubt
Cure the illness of ill thoughts
Conquer it in a battle of need
Survive its hold
Its poison
Its power
Hope hopes it wrong
Questionable questioning
Sourcing the origin
Weighing against the feather…..
Fuck it fuck it fuck it
Fuck it right
Fuck it wrong
Make it right
Make it your song.
Dreamer
Vivid intrusion ,
in a dreamers delusion,
taking the vision inside,
take it how,
take it where.
Fueled from a place with connections to truth,
can it be sifted and sorted,
re-arranged or aborted.
Take from it what you will,
what you can,
interpretation is the key to understand.
Can you be a man of men .
Concept through perspective comprehension ,
rise above miss-direction,
with a listening ear piercing ego’s infection.
The picture inside you pulses its perimeter,
marking its meaning in a shape of what’s true.
Forging ahead,
Breaking new ground,
exploring the mind,
Inventing its sound.
Standing alone on the island of mind,
A machete of patience,
to clear the forests of time,
to cut the growth of inhibiting movement,
A canteen of wisdom,
to replenish the perspirations of loss,
with sating gain,
lessonary rehydration.
A directional compass,
Fused to nerve endings,
Pulsing messages to instinct,
Hands of sonar feeling its way through the intrinsic ,
Polarized energy,
Earthing direction…………..
No person...
No influence…
No books…
No influence…
A silence of inward screaming,
Echoing through the island of mind…..
Nothing………
Nothing……….
Nothing ……
Something….
Something is there…..
That something is You,
The absolute you,
The core of existence,
The essence of life….
Beyond the island of self,
The world of others,
The ears of difference,
The eyes of intake.
There lies many clusters of minds,
Connected through fear…..
Through fear of exploration…
Fear of nothingness…
Fear of being lost alone,
In their island of mind….
Their world created by this,
a world within a world,
Its own atmosphere,
Its own environment.
To go beyond that world,
That island of your mind,
Is to go then, beyond the next island,
The island of earth,
The island of human,
The next frontier of self discovery,
Of self delivery,
Of self deliverance.
Forge ahead now…
Through the island of your mind,
Navigate its perimeter,
To the externals of man kind…….
Forward Shaping
Shape your actions with the measure of your substance
The hunger of your gut
Should not play part in questionable direction
Temptations of indulgence
Are to be weighed and avoided
With weapons of self control through self understanding
To have learnt the emptiness of existing at the level of no self control
Is a lesson marking your make
Set your standard
Be the controller of your lower self
Don’t let it lower yourself
Control its desire
And create the reigns to direct your destination
Not by believing in a false purity
But by knowing the taint within
And its capacity to break the rules of security.
Hidden Future
Trays of suggestible data,
Stored within the framework of our construction,
De-construction of waste ,
Concealing its location,
Is the fundamental paste,
Fixating the vision re-connection.
Coring out tunnels of old,
Filled with excrement of the new.
Line of Sight
The stories were told,
Or even suggested facts we behold,
Of the old,
Shaping the new,
Analyzing spinning angles to view,
Is the way to think beyond,
To evolve,
On plains not linked to our animality,
But in our ,
What some may say … spirituality.
Spiritualism = questionable feeling,
To look inside is to understand its drive,
Its not accepting,
The religious doctrines you may be rejecting,
But rather subjecting,
Your feelings and words of old,
Under a glow of the running energy of your mind.
Miss-handling of the information,
Could be an angle of you’re interpretation,
Perhaps re-configure,
The order of our suggested order,
Break new ground in the surface of your mind,
Re-write the words of a time,
That is not our time today.
Melodic Language
Melodic language ,
vibrating its expression,
listen to its confession,
sound speaking,
etching output with a vibrating pulse.
The language we can interpret,
if we listen,
adjust the receiving frequency ,
direct its flow,
bouncing off feelings we know .
Mind Control
Instincts or corruption…
Intuition or infection….
To separate the darkness from light,
Is the mortar of output construction.
Opening your mind,
Is the black hole of intake,
A swirling mass,
Inhaling every whim,
Light and dark,
Wrong and right,
Washing over the receptacle of thoughts,
Filtering down into the production of ideas,
Depositing a condensation of fears.
Cup your mind under the fall of the purity of its truth,
The wholeness of its journey through purification.
To create the systems to direct its flow,
Is the greatest challenge your open mind will ever know.
To master it…..
Imagine……
Oh to master it….
The page of your life,
Would bow down to your feet
And write the words of revolution.
Minding the Buildup
Decisional direction,
Upon an infant mind,
Into an adult future,
The mind of the elder,
In a place formed by the younger,
If only……………
The mind of old could direct the mind of youth,
This the question many pose,
But this…..
Is the way it grows,
Treads and risers placed by your substance of actions,
Substance of self,
Reactions to your tone inflection,
Thus creating your stairwell of direction,
Rising or falling,
With silence or with calling,
Your life is the measure of yourself,
Your gain is the reflection of your expressions.
This world is a mirror Watching You.
Mirrors of Maxims
Mirrors of maxims,
Reflecting wisdom to hear,
Placing words that are near,
Provoking words you should not fear.
Pages of rooms to step into,
Words fixing hinges onto the doorways,
Creating entry,
Possessing you with the key to pass your minds sentry.
Turn a page,
Close the door,
Rooms stacked in your mind ready for more…
How could you ignore?
Added avenues of space to explore…
So , turn this page,
Prepare your foundations,
For spaces within rooms,
With endless implications,
Open a learning imagination,
A yearning invocation.
Step your mind,
Turn the page,
Invoke your inner sage.
Mute
No-one hears,
No-one listens.
The selective comprehension,
The face of the ignorant.
No quest to learn,
No drive or yearn.
Within comfortable halls,
Their lives roll by...
Numerical Conception
In a substance made for mass
Collectively overlooking the individual
In a numerical society
What number are you
What number is true
Origins Of Man
Origins of the man
Unknown unseen in history
Time of the sand
Hidden by reason
Hidden by course
Will the truth invoke remorse
Can we rise and form solidity
Out of the forests of silence
Make way minds purpose
Viewing illuminating lights
Taking the sight
Sights of eyes vision
Reflected through prisms
Creation of the new
Through feelings tapped from a source
Source of life
Source of all
Source rolling radiuses of a world ball
Railways of Thought
Mentality of direction,
Keeping materials of positive thoughts,
To construct the need.
Change of thought removes this,
Change in thought direction.
Viewing what was,
In differing rays,
Of illuminating ways.
Make sure promises road,
Remember the habitat of change.
The understanding of sights on different horizons.
Remember to think the vision,
Eject the energy of your future.
Reigns of Control
Harness the imbalance
Know its nature
Counter its weakness
By knowing the greatness of the reversal
Amplify this and take it beyond…..
Rise and Fall
The rhythms of a running connection,
Peaking and bottoming,
High and low complexity,
Keeping an eyes sight,
A minds memory,
Of the worthiness of “lows” travel
Into “highs” planes.
Holding on,
Staying in,
The bending of love….
Pushing the elasticity of its encircling line.
The integrity of its bend always to be kept in mind.
New lens of perspective added,
to take the lesson of sinking finality,
The image of its output,
The seismograph of its vibrations,
Filed,
Absorbed,
Understood.
Hold true when compass lost,
In steps of descent,
Use the perspective understanding,
As the map of falling landing,
The silencer of shooting words,
The inhibiter of exploding feelings.
Roads of Discovery
Diverging roads of highways of understanding,
Destinations of each separated at the core,
Freedom to control the vehicle within the mindset of steering…
The setting of the mind,
Opted toward the destination with the least resistance,
The least confusion.
Simple roads…
Simple muscular reflection…
Wasted capabilities.
Ruling Rules
Rules within made without choice
Rules that make us act
And give voice
When others fail to see rules that are unspoken
Faith in their inner core broken….
Rules ruling
Morals failing
Human demise in the making
Human weakness in diverse undertakings
Compromise and make the most
Developing to make the host
Development of hosting your soul
Soul is the soil of your vision
Harvest your output without inner division
Act what you feel
Manage sliding tides within….
Making channels to let souls feeling begin
Rules unwritten
Rules unspoken
Ruling your feelin
Ruling your dealing.
Seeing Four Ones
Coming … coming….
Things that are coming,
are only that way because time stands before it…
Walking its seconds,
stepping its motion.
Time in twelves …… 12 ……. 12.
Time all around us,
shaping our days ,
our nights,
telling us when to act ,
before within our day time runs out…
One day makes up everyday,
12 12,
In our minds ,
we know that the 11th hour is the hour to act,
the last hour before times end,
ending our day,
ending our every day.
12 12 it is complete,
11 11 the hour to move our feet.
An indicator within our instincts,
or really within time,
speaking its warning,
Before the morning….
Could it be dawning??
Something coming…
Something changing,
all our world through all races its ranging,
11 ways to open your mind ,
11 hours to find it in time,
Stop.
And take in the mystery of the world spinning around you,
find who we are inside you,
the new day is within...
Seeing Through the Waste
Introspective travel,
Inward to an outward perspective…
Showing yourself,
Do you see the details of your reflection.
Reversed portraits of self,
Do you not feel it,
Can you not sense it,
A child of creation,
Consumed with materialization.
Covering eyes,
Covered vision.
Ship Building
The strength of the hull,
Made not for calm waters,
Made true to hold the worst.
A hull made with false hope in clear seas,
Will bring that hull down to its knees.
Hope lies within the strength of the hull,
Hope steers the rudder.
Understanding the worst of the seas,
Takes the cargo of hope to its destination.
The ocean of life,
The hull of yourself,
The navigation of what you believe,
Carrying the purity of a belief within its cargo…
Of an existence calm and clear.
To travel the distance,
Is to know the nature of the ocean,
The power of its waves.
Silence After Exposure
Silence after exposure,
A non-reactive drop of stone,
Into the pool of surrounding.
Time slowed under the gaze of anticipation,
Mind muddled by the length of its travel,
Air of doubt parting before it,
Faith put in others….
Can the choice be ok??
Can it not ??
Trust…..
This made with the hands of his soul,
Sent into eyes of others,
Bent into corners of minds,
Lent are the fibers of him,
To them,
To it,
The externals of his vision,
A package of a sample of his sight,
A vile filled with a substance made of words,
A consumable liquid,
With the taste of another world…
Of his world….
Of his essence.
Something Sacred
The purity of the pocket within
The internals of a place living
Walking talking
The place of you
Hold it
Make it your compass
Times will test it
Twist it
Hide it
Always invoke its purity
The vision of its vision
Creates the rules of your flow
Respect them to give it life
Mold yourself from its mold of what could be.
Test Tasting
Tests that we face
Only some will embrace
Strength through trial
Trialing resolution
Trying its core
Testing the fabric of tainted possibilities
Ability through inability
Will your horizon keep its stability.
The Bleed of Light
Holes in the pyramid of justice
Holes in the fabric of truth
Does it transcend into the substance of our youth
When will it collapse….
The death of Blackness
A plague black with devastation,
100 million lost across many of the world’s nations,
Impact triggering world future changes,
What if…..
Is the question of the ages.
Numbers that are not numbers today,
Calculations of 650 summers to lay…
Lying in a line,
With a haze of an image of an ending,
Portraying marks of life numbering 1 billion.
With what consequence ?
What picture would the world paint?
Would its color be brighter or with taint?
Could it be a part of projected allowance…
An impact of halting advance,
or a awareness through death painting lessons.
For loss is the lesson of the human.
The Dimension of Change
On the precipice of change,
The moving ways of growth.
Standing still…
Yourself removed…
Places of others streaming around you.
Carriages of purpose,
Vehicles of opportunity,
Surround you…
Invite you…
In that moment of transition,
A surreal nakedness condition,
You can see the heart beat of the world,
Take the breath of your own,
Shed the baggage of travels now gone,
Step forward…
The unknown calls the child of openness,
It lays the platform,
To the next railway of direction,
The next stairway of elevation.
The Faceless Man
The faceless man,
The nameless entity,
With horns of arrogance
And spit of venomous sperm,
The whip of urge,
The tongue of lust,
Casting bonds of inner torment,
Bonds of suggested direction,
We ultimately invent,
Our own cells of bondage we cement.
With flashes of supple skin
And injections of arousals within.
This, the slithering of the snake,
The writhing dance weaving the erection,
Spelling the infection.
Combusting an output,
Explosions of urge..
Destructions of self.
The felt Truth
Those who have no choice,
In what they question,
In what they feel…
There is an answer to a question,
In that action,
A reason for the trigger.
No teaching made It so,
No environmental influence made it grow.
Feelings from within,
The truth that needs not be written,
Enough questionable reason,
To give answer to it all,
An answer in time will be fully illuminated,
But ,
Looking in its direction we must be.
Feel the way,
Seeing is not comprehending alone…
The sight will come….
When we are internally one.
The First Step
Always knowing,
In the time of his growing,
A split of inner-division.
Body of earth,
Body of mind.
Questions somehow known,
Somehow answered from the sky.
Striking cords internally,
On an instrument of eternity,
Ringing sounds with vibrations homing its truth.
Thoughts, feelings, vision,
Unnatural for his youth.
Divisional placement,
Amongst blinkered eyes,
Not beholding answers in the freedom of the skies.
Honing attributes to suit the game,
Most never knowing his true feelings name.
Silently pondering,
Seeking and wondering,
Inner struggles of not compounding understanding,
Not knowing but knowing,
A pivoting centre,
Leaning angles of perspective.
Lessons learnt same in same,
Building blocks up to a point in the game,
The point to push the point,
For connecting the knowing with belief,
The extensional support outputting pillars of completed commitment.
Moving beyond the relapsing tides of his shore,
Breaking through with the final piece to the jigsaw,
Found and inserted,
Walk wasting walls diverted.
The mark of the day of his making.
The Power of You.
Creating the belief ,
making what we want..
Two parts ,
one font.
Write the story of your life,
create the existence of your needs,
placate the deepest insecurity ,
with the promise of honesty.
Sow the truth with truth of word,
harvest the faith from its germinating seed.
Two parts ,
one promise,
created unity,
our hopes,
the last hope.
If one fails the world turns black,
the beast unleashed,
an existence of race… nothing …. Nothing.
The Target of the Words of Weaponry
Hopes in outputting visions,
The bonding externally of others admissions.
A minuet stimulation,
Through word publication,
Is a hope hovering above hopes existence,
With no resistance,
Disintegrating all dividing distance,
To elevate the mind,
Even to think thoughts of thinking.
This is the targeted focus,
Cross hairs on your opening of the intake,
Bullets with no exit wounds,
Penetrating,
Germinating,
Instigating thought expeditions.
The Text Book on Expression
Rules of writing,
Like rules of living,
Creating boundaries of expression,
Boundaries of output.
To express in ways never seen,
Never known.
To speak the voice of intuition alone.
The structure, from the sound of truth..
The “form” & “Rhythm”, from the currents of your core.
To truly express in breaking ways,
Is to shake your mind of time old ways.
Invent the rhythm of your words,
From vocabularic herds,
Running through your inner mountains,
Nothing but instinct and drive,
And will to survive,
Speaks all that expression should be…
A natural flow from the passion of living…
Breathing…
Feeling…
The Way
The way to be ….
Does not exist in manufactured guiding
Systematic growing
Pre-recorded “this is it” knowing
We are the way
We as one
Ones way is not the one way
Ways are made to suit the way of the vehicle
Size
Speed
Shape
A make of ways our footprints do create
Measure your measure
With the gait of the walk within you
Find the truth of its steps and you will find your way
Make its way
See its direction
The way is there
In internal reflection
Those that are They
Words not accepted,
Not understood,
Through mazes built behind listening ears,
Filters of life-making fears.
The ability to listen non-existent,
A deaf floating existence,
Floating in a weightless enclosure,
Nothing taken to give learning exposure…
No depth in a habitat of with no base,
Nothing wanted or needed to face,
Faceless truth,
Easy to focus on,
Safer to stand on,
More grounding to move on.
Choosing not to choose,
A choice safer to make,
Waiting for answers to be served on a plate,
What is missed is developing of the palate.
So the taste of truth can be tasted and known,
Digested then shown…
Seeded then grown.
Thought Torture
Living in torment
Tormented with the frequency of confusion
Substance in those that are you and me
Depths of what could we be…
How in a mind locked and stormy
Can we take the path to light
Where is it, where is it, where is it….
When found how certain can purity of light be
Looking through a veal of misdirection
Who around you can give goggles of clarity?
Weathering of the Mind
Wheels of regret ,
Turning within an impounding mindset,
Not happy in the skin of the current,
Currents of life swept away past ideas of what could have been,
In the mind of wounds, what should have been.
How to unlock the mechanism of inversion,
Is the question with many a diversion.
Lovers efforts pounding against cliffs of old,
Broken many a time.
The will , will make it,
The mind, can make it.
Dissolve the friction of forward movement,
We can overcome,
The best of its worst.
Hold my hand.
I am the strength with no stop.
Wisely Choosing
The making of your life may not be the making of others…
Whether majority or minority
Remember no right or wrong in the makings of life
Until …
Your choices are mixed and confused
Choose the choice of choices
Connected with the make of your projected making…
The making of your life
The choices made marrying your making
Marks your movements as a hard undertaking
But to decidedly stand
And choose
Is to become a man
Controlling your making
Facing its mask
Removing it and facing yourself
Your own respect
Choose your wantings want
Surround yourself with mirrors of those
That see your true reflection without pose….
Or….
Chose to be and not question!!
Explore the currents of life
Openly or not at all…
If you create your security within the first walls of your making
And not listen to your growth want of breaking
Through fear of walls beyond
It may be you will never experience true pain of lifes love release
To grow is to dive into the currents of lifes germination naked and alone
Learn how you swim with nothing and no-one …
You will find yourself within your stroke
And then you truly can find anyone and anything..
This life can makes us
If we choose it.
Word to Eye
To you,
The one lending time,
Turning these pages,
Submerging your mind.
I speak to you from my world,
From my intricate knowings
And my eccentric moorings.
I hear your mind,
Reading my word,
Lending yourself,
To understanding to be heard,
Just to give a moment,
From the moments of your life,
To words thinking thoughts
And pages speaking visions.
You have given me a gift that goes beyond any other,
With a gratefulness suspended by the depths of forever,
The infinity of my whole
And the abyss of my everything.
These, are the tributaries of my lake of expression,
The source of its currents,
The moving flow of my words.
To take from the water of my world,
Is to give its purpose,
Like the water within us,
Around us,
Before us.
Words are the Power
Words are the power,
to dissolve barriers of ignorance
and open gateways of comprehension,
an expressional solution ,
for the breakdown of the delusion.
Make it so , make it flow,
into the nerves of connection,
make it so and make it flow,
out of words of reflection,
will you be the weapon of the retribution.
The voice of voice,
word of words,
flowing in a consumable liquid ,
into the bowels of comprehension,
form your recipe of words
and make know the wisdom,
to sate all confusion.
Forming crossways above mazes of insecurities and
miss-understandings .
This is what it of what is,
what has and what will be.
Create the choice,
delve into the chasm of fate.
Lyrical Blend
A lyrical blend
A lyrical insert packed ready to send
Lyrically selecting the ears I intend
Make it to mend
Making amends
Take the make
Deliver the punch
Throw the flurry of hits from feeling a hunch
There’s not much
To emit the shit
To make truth sit
Make it stand
Doesn’t matter just raise your hand
Raise your fist
Don’t let time pass and miss
What you can become
With the power of the sun
Make it one
Shine that expressional emition
Elevate your condition
Its time for the transition
Mystical subliminal ammunition
Listen to the life you’ve been missing.
Thank you for your time.
mF.
