Journal'sLyst
Quema
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Ya , Life felt, seen, smelt, heard, tasted , Status of cards dealt, decisions Made Attempts ta capture, extend Understanding, We lose rapture, True knowing not spoken else Meaning is lost So what we doing With art forms That smash norms, channel core, Until thought pours, yet end so Sure, what this ? How remain Pure? Just expel express the inner spirits Storm Tantrum soul hard harness Fathomed only in warnings of Excess Escaped for seconds, minutes At times over tracks,beats and Really just city, sounds Nature's rounds ... all inspired But once the cyphers end its like Oh ha life again! shit be backwards Son ... Here we go off to contrived Masqueraded world, faux reality Paraded in our face, mash of fakes, Frauds and mind games, why I stay Away. Question the mark ..face the value, Else this language has you.... Shadows light play observances Social fame, clans, posses, crews And cliques, not the niche for us , Or I. Check ya self ya ... that's what You've become ... look hard, why'd Ya start?.... Ahahah , god's sense of Humor has ya turning cop to Criminal and back again, gate Keepers, ta asylum seekers , hunter And hunted, a cycle inside ya own Lifetime, several seasons over , got Ya passive getting Blunted,entertaining the masses That's how this happens, how Many passes, find that flint, spark That fire , the only universal Desire The seeker,,,,, ya but this The Advanced version ... no safe Passage Ya the the so-called reality's main Frame feature from this existence Commence upon entrance into Void , and Pain Came ! It's rampant consistent and Constant in the experiment's Expression regardless of status , Each and every individual goes Thru , in order to individuate Themselves separate from clan ... Temper the iron, tame the bull, and Back again, .... Yeah a few others, finding solace In breath over drums ,desolate Solitary city spots, Roads less travelled and if so, Usually not by choice. These views Be rarely caught, stream the Thought pattern they inspire are God shots, couldn't be bought , Fairly earned self fought , it is I-Taught , these Places let self unravel, the true Problem to reveal itself to you Structure and solution ... seen Clearly now, it's all so simple, all The clothing , excess fat, and bling Was disguising what ya sought, These distractions maintain the Game, slow down ya progress and Self perpetuate in shape of trends And fashion , but now you've seen Through pure eyes, relationship of Give take, see your path outlined Unobstructed by nonsense.. the Vast work was getting ta work, Now it all falls into place you've Been shown gods grace and walk In your true place at your own Pace .... The blessing - - - Yet Upon return to tha village Connections be hard pressed And sure to fail times test Ego's stubborn clash Attempts require reason fast & Efficiently Optimize ya souls growth rate, Row control, take hold the oars Maneuver reaching past the karma Patrol Breach out the cell solitary Confined of past it's a lesson Unattached Used the isolation as fast from Social poison, too much noise and Spam to clutter each sift thru, Makes the truth info Gems so much more scarce , then Shattered casts let loose that fire, Peer at reality with a gods stare, Nothing else ever mattered Connect find thru inner words Towards forward space line is Oriented away from the world's Ward Whom chases awards is lost, Misguided and missed the gift, Along route kept eyes on present The journey We be the journal AND the Journalist, This human experience ain't Eternal kid., Relax the clenched fists .... Follow The I, self, lord and master, you've Been ready, the guru king since Been in looking glass, ya asked its Been handed Be the leader truth speaker im Reaching in and pressing that ON Button on your spirits speaker.. Small shift, Hand ya the control ta change the Frequency That's gems, priceless spiritual Riches, life's gifts, Many whom do get ya open neva Hand ya the power , ya gave it ya Them , shit be societies illness, It's Inbred, written in the wiring, Ya Troubleshoot from within, Loops Be strange , Like Gödel, Escher & bach Crash their heads system , ya ether Bends not breaks this current Planet experience is mostly take Take take Rarely meet comrade spirits w no Shades see right into their Iris See ya self in it and even then Appreciate it cause all this is short Lived... none be the permanent This be it. Word Each moment's breath is the daily Bread. Dilate or compress ya time Sensor filter Once again the daily bread is each Moments breath... exhale sleep Die, Breathe in be born again , Arise....
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