DreamacideThe limitless words within a languageconstructs through literary forms on enlightmentthe syllables forming images and emotionsbuilding meaning with every simposiumThe surreal nexus into the mindextracting ideas that entwinelittle by little making sense (given time)of all of these words that may not rhymeThe lyrical longevity of Ideascomposing every single of the maniasreflecting fears and insanitywriting the language of spiritThe ideas and thoughts that remainnot right or wrong but entertainThe affectionous love that temptsthe tease of ideas of might have beensThe million possibilities that aretoo many even to think to Pantomimethe endless roads of choicesand we given into the voicesThe void of pitch black darknessthe doubts filled with blanknessthe uncertainty of a bright futurelocked inside with a life of seclusion
Twitter free flowAnd in this bitter night,We come and wish upon that plight,Have you forgotten what it's like?To live with the judgment of a scytheWe all are but mortal men,Looking for meaning upon sights,But If we try to look behind,These walls we may break and bendAnd even if we try and pretend,This reality will come and chase,These dreams that should pursue,Instead of living halved livesAnd incomplete loves,Of things we wish to say,Bit your wall stands in the way,Of all the things are may amend,Can we just pretend?You know all the things, I've left unsaid,But show none the less,To trial and error, upon waves and waves,Of knowledge and actions Of all that you already know,But pretend not to show,How long shall we dance this endless waltz?Let's just say goodnight,Which is all left to said,Until dawn comes and the sun shinesAnd i go back to pretendThat you don't know about.A single word I've said.
The Loss of SynchronicityAn explotion of ideas that burns withinTaking control of the otherwise might have beena burst of creativity dubbing a created beatto insanity and anomalies that required killsIdeas taking over the mind like a virusinfecting and producing outbreaks and incubatingevolution of the original combined with extracurricularactivities which add increasing bonus to the primetime to simply wait for the next, but while wewait we are incubating several new onesto avoid being stagnant and the passive statesthat end up neglecting the superficial mind.It's like a thypoon and rush that cannot be stoppedget in it's way and it will crushed you, anihilate youinfiltrate you and convert you into another dronethat needs to obey the idea that I just sold .Take.. over the mindoverule the sentimental crapbreak.. the innertial paradoxto create a a path of lightDoubt can maybe cause you to can ask who I amI'm the schizoidal type, the ying yang twinthat exists only from the me, the other me a
AloneTell me a story, whereNo one get's hurttell me Oh lover, whathave you done?Buti failedI lostI'm tired of it allLooking back on your smileyour bright eyesI miss your touchmiss your allButYou're goneYou're lostAnd there is no way backChorusLike a needle in a Haystacklike a star up abovelike a face in a crowdYou where that hard to findtook "just a life time "But the moment has passed(I'm left here.. as I came)We had our problems, butnothing to deepUnstability as failureof both you and meButWe loved uswe hate usissues tore us appartI'm a schizoyou're multipolarwe where doomed tofailed from the startbutwe made itnot for longbut it was precious to meChorusLike a needle in a Haystacklike a star up abovelike a face in a crowdYou where that hard to findtook "just a life time "But the moment has passed(I'm left here.. as I came)Remember you fondlyOur time it's doneWish i weren't soBut I guess life goes onII want you backI want you wholeBut i
A day inside my mindWake up in this place that I call homeBut still so tired of being aloneInside this crowded head of mineThere is so much here left to findLight a smoke to clear the darkHope that it will show a pathNot sure where I'm to goBut still I stand here all aloneChorusI wander the empty places of my mindTo see what madness I may findVenture deep into this bitter skinBut have I gone too far to weepAll these faces staring at meAll these faces are just meSeeking truth inside these liesI created to surviveThere is a light beneath the bridgeIs this the key to being free?Closer I seek that warmthMore battles to be fought
Little thougthThe little spark, marks, farts and startsA little process call a thought that caughts inside the mindyou´ll find a richer kind of microscopic bing bangthat hangs from the thread of a neuron and a nervethat contains all information from the brain that is deadand everything comes from the head and the bedin which it rest afterhours trying to concialiate some sleepthat is deep,form the REM cycles and spectaclesready to dream but i´m not about to go to sleepwith all the thoughts that i have inside my mindto find all the reason that lay behind the lies of perceptionthe entourage and baggage of a restless mind that thinksstands, and tries to figure out all the things that are left behindthe unclose doors and unfinished stories that we didn´t wantto think about... think about when your awake and not when you are readyto bend with the night, Morpeus didn´t want to take on the fightso maybe that is why, you´ll never to to sleepuntil you ready to let go