In my own mental reality...

In my own mental reality-
I perceive things that I see to be merely what I believe rather than my actions I conceive and the emotions they release. I am put at ease from the rules I cease and fail to achieve. It is a disease I can’t seem to leave or decease so I tease and deceive the people that please me. It is a relief to me in my own mind. These divine rhymes I use to find myself in this blind world of twirled lies. I sigh yet get by but in the mean time, my insides die. My cries do not measure to the pleasure that consumes my time and defies my life that contains pain and strife. I’ve learned it’s a game we all fall into and play just the same as everyone else that is blamed for guilt-stricken shame. What does it take to gain fame? The corruption needs to be tamed and the happiness needs to maintain. Everyone complains that this world is deranged and its people are insane but no one can arrange a plan of satisfaction. We suffer of interactions that create great distractions. With no compassion and not a single companion. We drag on through this transparent dimension. Did I fail to mention we all live in deception and deal with endless tension resulting in no comprehension?

We are all lost. There seems to be a cost on the price to be a part of unification. There is gravitation between us all but discrimination determines the next fall. Temptation creates deflation in your reputation when you seem to do wrong. Contemplation invaded our minds but dissipation took over our time. Confrontations came in domination and diversification resulted in dislocation of our toleration and we broke – then we spoke – and made notification that separation would not become of us. Transformations have been placed but the retaliation was erased and with that – signification was replaced. Our minds are laced with creations unknown to the dumbfounded imaginations that we hold in perpetuation. Penetrations run through – there is only so much we can do – we suffer of sleep deprivation and our observations go through stagnation and speculation is placed in front of our face. The situation shows an inflation on occasions of no participation and we’re all sick of simulation that show’s us no dignity. All I see is disillusion creating fusion we don’t need – Therefore – We have no Destination.

In my own mental reality...


Joined February 2008

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A poem of life and its hardships…

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