i guess i see the line. The other side is my final lunacy.
helplessly scattered around in lil bits along the road i walk.
Wish there were devices which could project whats in ur mind.
and record every moment so u can play it back n actually see the truth.
i guess some lives are meant to be misunderstood...

revisit the present

Its been a ride. quite a long period of time being skipped, its not the first for us to handle. Living an dlearning, discovering and unravelling dimensions i never considered to be in the circle of existence...a little happiness seems to be the pick of the day...

Athena arrived and it will be a ride for sure. a lot of other things have been happening too.

watch this space...the words might start to roll again.

continued from sumwhere

but well they killed the rebel a long time down. Go to the second left
downhill and the sixth grave to the right is mine.
He flashed a picture with words gleaming in white ' Here lies the rebel' with his name under it on a dirty tombstone.

What kinda man would get get a grave done for himself while he still lives. I guess thats when the psychosis started to get onto me.

'Im not what the call me, i will never be what they dont think i am. The very misunderstood intellect is the reason. THey believe in other's coining fantasies to be philosophies. killed whoever i am, my innocence my desires, my love.
They happy livin in a famished and underdosed world.I make my remarks and some relate to it. hope it works for some, it doesnt quite matter if it doesnt.
They took everything i wanted to flaunt and they took my desire to get anymore. I live for myself which is a nice thing to do.They can call it philosphy or psychotic belief.
They might find what i explore to be some kind of terra incognita.But well its all all around them. My friend used to say this...lost him too...my self indulgence made me lose people i didnt want to. I live with guilt, fear, remorse, vengence and a few words to express em.'

My pen twitched on the paper trying hard to scribble it down but his tone kept getting hoarse and and tempestuous. that i remember as the time i wish i cud run away...as fast as i could...

They want answers to some nescient questions. THey have the answers and they DONT WANT TO UNDERSTAND THEM.

am a mystic poet words mean more than expression to me
i swim past the lake into the ocean
rub my hands with the dust of evocation

am a mystic saint floating on a zephyr
close my eyes and watch the world aquire
desires, some untold lust burning with the fire

am a mystic reconciler hallucinating peace
they shred me to pieces and celebrate
they give them a holiday, pass me some dismay

am a mystic wanderer floats across shangrila
scorched by the demons and kissed by the angels
eclipsed sensitivity but immune to hate.

its a spider eat spider world out here. Caught in our own sappy web.Devising

plans every day every second we breath leading to destruction to laugh at sumbody

else's demise.Kill, eat, survive with a cannibalistic rage disguised in a

corporate masquerade. Awful yet very pleasurable for the sinister side of our

soul.We love rape, murder, molestation. Hidden beneath a smile a well camoflauged

real existence. Jekyl and hyde both equally criminal. There are no morals that

teach love. No lessons, experience put us in a momentary lapse of hate but when

it comes back it comes back with a vengence. What do we need to survive this

surreal existence? Do we need to survive...cant we live? CAn we?But on what?

What drives a person to be foolish? is it that most of the 'society' requires them to be profiled prfoundly stupefied? There are times where using your head makes a difference, TO understand someone or yourself.But well we deny it, mostly to be a part of the rest. Complain, regret ...we can avoid them so easily but well it gets us high.Excuse me for my ignorance,well excused ...or maybe not.
Who am i to judge you? really...
the weird ways of what they think is countering any valid point in either a very not so funny way, which in turn they consider to be funny. Darn wish they could do any better than that.Let the illusions they created preserve their happiness or whatever they would prefer to call it. Let the complains reign and let the complications stepup. Reality?civilization, development?phantasmagoric comic strips....
It gets sickeningly interesting by the day. truth addicts get destroyed by the minute. Iam going to join them soon. AHmen to that... let it all burn with the sun let it all reduce to ashes and rise up n be one and free.

Unravel the paradox, me the mad scientist on the loose.I create and destroy as you breathe right now. More than mystery lies here, an enigma. Let me introduce you to...Truth. Rarely tried to be understood, Often misconcieved and usually ignored. The verity will not be discussed, spoken about and will be sealed within the closed boundaries of moist skin which folds to voice emotions.A chance asked to understand the lunatic is assailable.

life is not quotidian here. the mystic will die as soon as the human responds.