Psickological Warfare

 (You stumbled You fell  You're humbled You're well) The path is frayed Please, peace, I prayed A temperance has forbearance In light of darkness I recall the mess but such a view to see me through to where I am helped with your hand So hold me high I'm by your side (I stumbled I fell I'm humbled I'm well)

  I am in this moment and not the next.   For I cannot be in that which is not.   At that moment, I will be within it and not here.   For I cannot be in that which was.

  The thing that makes us similar is the pre-conceived mindset of ourselves and others.   The things that make us different are the experiences that change our mindset of  ourselves and others.

  Every “-ism” is not part of a prism, but a prison.

  If you don’t have negativity in your core, your positivity is fake. For one cannot exist without the other.

  My heart is sadness.  My mind is fatigued.  My breath is ended.  Yet, I’m told to live.

  I can judge myself; for my conscience does not lie to hide itself from its future self but is truthful to heal itself from its former self.

  Those who have enjoyed life have never learned about it.

  Poetry   is   not   the   crying   out   of   a   soul   but   the   breath

  I don’t find much enthusiasm in anything anymore,   but every once in a while I still get a rush when taking my next breath.

  The deeper the mind resides, the shallower the world appears.

  Does ash carry memories?

  We lost the plot.   Now,   the plot is that we’re lost.

  A world of which we may or may not have consciously or unconsciously made before  our births petitions only for me to stay down or dead. Why?

  A path is paved for those who won’t make their own.

  Humanity: Innocent in a sin.

  Don’t worship your idols, for when they fall you bow to nothing.

  To have a mind is a curse.  To have a thought is even worse.

  We   traded   prophets   for   profits.

  Once you deconstruct non-reality and then reconstruct it as reality, you have more  appreciation for the truth how it really is.

               Nothingness is something.  Everything is no-thing.  The society has gotten it backwards.  Realization is simply being.  Doing is the substitution for being.  Being nothing is better than doing something.

  -In this epoch,   we are criminals from the birth and corpses until the death

  -Without the existence of language, who are “You”?