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When A Door Opens
When A Door Opens
Shining so bright,
Everybody around me
You , maybe,
To make it last,
15 wholesome hours,
I have seen,
And even the golden one, shields the true rot that lay beyond.
For in despicable terms, each had seen the true face of the other soul.
For loss and unbecoming are the true nature of any path worth pursuing.
Parables are false, cry the critics of life and its flimsy sway;
The night had lost all shine, and hope of bringing up a dream,
To dim the lights, her kitten needed a break from the sane sights,
For all you see is all that is, and we can forever remain happy in this land,
Her only dream was to help her companion the cat in any endeavor she desired,
And more fragile than a glass heart in the rough deserts of,
The cat whispered quietly to her friend, the young one in front of her
So go, little one, go and find another, and be with them forever more,
Who be it? Who hath come to receive guidance from the broken shore?
Yet all the while the girl drew closer and closer,
He was garbed onto another form, one that would never know,
Of the parabler.
Where few dare to step foot for the loss and laughter of many
And beginning to let fear slip away to the sound of an evil note
That weith a single blow to the mind we come back and zoom in
In to the truth that emptiness is invalid
It is pleasant to know that this plane does not enforce as a rule suffering and agony
Yet the finger seem to lose grip for a while and attention
Of saying no infinitely
Acceptable in society
The ear
The truth that life has left all the ghosts behind
Of sentience, of independence
And slowly the distance grows wearier. And the numbness sets in heavier.
Blurring the vision out is comfortable to some but not to us. Not,
Is a hassle at best, and to make the cogs tick just fine, just in jest
Never
Now.
Secret
Good.
Accordingly.
Again
Good
Take control.
Finally,
And nothing you ever say will ever change that trip.
Act friendly,
Blow a desire into the mind and begin to live in someone elses
Fantasy- that too is another chance to beget more strife than not.
The tiny space called the mind- brevity destroys true intention
Knows,
Finally you see, that all this is another game you wished to play,
And islands are scary to inhabit, enjoy the ride while it lasts.
Hypnotica dreaming
Delightful pranks. Lets the seconds fly by, we deserve this gift,
And then some more, unfold and we are greeted yet again,
Rape and pillage they beset. Yes, in here we believe we are the greatest and
Instead, we run amok, stare longingly only to spit out the ink
From all the poisons we just drank. Selfish poisoning is the only true kind there be,
Of
No , you are not, you can’t begin to fathom the nature that you enlist,
The weak,
The once powerful and now swindled out of any such guise.
Tick.
Maybe a chance at happiness, finally
Into sand. Bliss and numb are the same with a different perspective had,
Hell.
Pools
All of these truly break the soul into star dust, too fine
Moon tides. Tha phases that change the oceans, the seas,
To our own ears ensure that when the moment has subsided
When the angels drop down from high above to right back here,
There is the assurance that beyond good and bad
Existence, along with all the anger and frustration and fear
To show that if belief is strong, belief remains there to win over the
Trying to allay the elixirs and ethers we could never grab on to,
And only
All encompassing
Earth shattering
Tear inducing
Hurt supposing
Fear.
Restless