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“Insanity's Mind” -(letting outhers dictate how we think-or what is true without doing our own due dilligence)

Mind of Insanity! (we are more than human)

“Insanity's Mind”

These crazy little thoughts of mine

they are of the creative kind

Where does this terminology come from ?

I'm not quite the political one

but . Who decided this was right ?

Why must I fit in to others way of thinking?

If I could only express myself

you might come around to my way of thinking!

Souls ,spirits. Religion ?...

How to know?

Is it them talking ..?

Is it you ..?

is it insanity ?

Visions, Illusions?...

Imagination!...

We question and that is good!!!

We believe and it is misunderstood...?

Crazy ,insanity → we see &hell...

Thinking Deep

"thinking deep"

"hearing nothing
the covering clouds
muffled is the sound
my minds blinded
by sentimental hounds
they hunt me down
a game of catch
until the captive
becomes unbound
leaving their treasure
for some other pleasure
discontented
relentless
passions of the spirit"

Free Spirit

watch me fly  
I am on fire
my adventures are conspired
rainbows in every conscription
winds blow me to the next direction
let it flow as I go
water off my back
no sweat
bring out the best to be
cage me and  I will escape and flee
hang me out to wait and see
you misjudged me
my spirit has always been free 

moments

"moments"
century's will pass
time will lapse
this instant
we have
 shall forever
bring my lips to
express
my soul  bathes in yours
as my vision shows me bliss
my spirit loves to reminisce
the world you brought to life
my heart shivers
as this moment
becomes myth

Expectation

" Expectation "
all these things I've come to expect
suddenly change it up
freak out
it was not that way
new game
another day
come a new way of thinking
make up the mind
undecided feelings
interchangeable reactions
beliefs play this out
what is this really about ?
Love without conditions!!!
 

Mind Warp

unlocking my truth
the limits cast upon me by this
cage I've been squeezed in
a limit only hidden by the locks on my mind
capable of infinite attainment
the ability to undo this latch
has been buried alive
within apperception of my  imagination
hinged in sanity
the logic and reason
can not explain
confinement that do not exist
 decipher me if you can

"secret of the spirit "

this secret entrusted with my soul since the beginning of time
unlock  unlock
my friend
it is now time
to open up and let
the world
bath in your light
this experience shall come to pass only one time
and then it is gone
my light will be undone
the eternity of my past shall become
but essence  
and my today will merge into all the days
tomorrow will forever be there
a vision shall portray this
as an image in a looking glass

"The Matrix Begins"

everything changes
it is like the air you breathe

our hearts go out to speak
 but our love does not see

we become numb to this kindness
forgetting to be there when we could

the helping hand has become an artificial land
 
the human machine has learned
to plug into an electronic jungle gym
 
missing the moments of life
those special highs

allowing this device to control our lives

Maiden Cry

rain drops fall
like the maiden 's tears
 waiting for her heart to be filled

with the soul
that attached itself to her spirit

frozen in this limbo of torture

thoughts carry on
in her mind
the pain is real

creating the myths of her illusion

living for this dream

the sound of destiny's touch

comforting the essence of hope
within tear filled eyes

endless possibilities

fate conspires  in her imagination

Karma continues it's just journey

she calls to the night
hear the silent voice of the maiden's cries

lost dream

finding that dream
the one desire
capture that life
happiness perceived
comfort breeds
neglect  of the heart
allow that future to become
a lost dream

thinking
its always there
check it later
 never comes
tomorrow is gone
regret is the pity of the soul

happy is
one spirit
moving forward
striving for more
improving
never getting complacent
pushing forward

living
life  
fulfilled
that fire
always the
next climb