MRE

My thoughts are so quick if I don't write them down the paper will fly away. Writing is the hard part. All the creativity and potential is already there. It is about what you channel you think on and what you allowed to come to you and through you. Being creative is the secondary purpose of our being. We are here to replicate and relate. You can do this in any way you choose or prefer to do so. I prefer to speak the truth and find out what that is before the period ends

Everything is so simulated on our mood and emotions. Pur brain changes our reality based on what we think of it. Life is a mirror so close in front of our eyes we have never seen past it. Blind to our own image. Some cracked and broken mirrors. If you had the choice would you finish the job, what they started? Crack the boundaries so familiar and step into a new perspective of the word and yourself. Break the mirror. Open the window. The only window in space are black holes. Step out of your circle and become bigger than yourself. That's the game. To become bigger or smaller. It's all the same to the universe. Get so big the world becomes your womb. The wind is your conditioned air, the sun your limitless boundless tool ready for your needs. Look up. Theres something waiting for you. The Angel's look down on us, waiting for us to look up to them. Look up, you male realise there is more to what you dont already know

Drug war, rat race,

energy tug o war

Eat more, fat face

Spend more, go chase

Rinse repeat,

Slave in your sleep

Craving the sleep

Wake unsatisfied

Lie down never high

Lay down to die

Giving up,

Not a choice

Running out of choices

Never listening,

Running out of voices

Running away from voices

Theres a speed limit

Cruise control,

never in full control

Out of control

My mnine out on patrol

Doing doughnuts,

in the nut shop parking lot

Flipping out

Perfect landing

Speaking out

Misunderstanding

Talk less

Fall out

Bail

Jump off

Sail

Rinse repeat

A hug and a kiss is all it takes to turn a frog into a prince.

Slip up, leave your slipper around,

Its not a miss up that my zippers down.

Do what it takes to mind a mate, your not in this story you can not relate.

Not alot to do in outer space, the only place outside this world to hide my face.

I'm the troll under the bridge, the food not in your fridge, the reason you always slip, I am the excuse he always dips.

More names than I can count, my domain is down south, mind yourself, my weapon is my mouth.

I use it, abuse it, lost it and boxed it. I boss it, i cause it. Words will win when i wish them. Wail when I wipe them. Hide when i sign then, ride when I write them.

You dont want to try me, like seen on tv, there is more than meets the me. I am a ultralight beam. Walk up to the scene, then I do my thing. Walking on water, apocalypse starter.

Slurred speech leads to blurred deeds.

Hurried speed meets unearned needs.

Racing my life, first one to death loses.

Countless questions, three letter word.

God

Questions unanswered.

Two syllable response,

What.

Say it out loud.

Talking to my self

Questioning why the voice stays inside our head.

Talking to ourselves.

Ignoring each other

Big Brother, they never stop listening

Money bag discipline. We glistling big bank;

our stocks risening, stop living in prism and

-Breathe-----

Better start listening.

Time is tickening

Tell you when the lady sings

'The movie the matrix resonates with me very heavily in the fact that Neo is, from the beginning, on the search for more than he is aware of. Looking for more in a world built to make you feel less. His life as a part time hacker and a full time slave isn't giving him the contentment he is trying to achieve. He like I, knows there is more to be found. Once discovered his life was never the same. I know this feeling very well.'

A blank canvas is, and always will be the most beautiful work of art a man can witness. For all the artistic potential possible to be right in front of him. Blank and untouched. Like a child or fresh piece of clay. With every passing second the picture paints itself. Like wise the child feeds itself. The clay is not molded by you, but you molded by the clay. To see potential and acknowledge it is to be a creator and to tap into the devine power of manifestation. Imagine this, when we have a conceived thought about someone, that thought either turns out to be true or quite the opposite. Just the mere thought of something reinforces the outcome of it becoming so. With this knowledge it is important to watch what we think and more importantly what we say.

For my thoughts of you to manifest into words is me constructing my thoughts into 4 dimensional structures that are able to bring my thoughts to life. A simple thought of, 'I'm hungry' gives my mind the impression that I am in lack of proper nutrients, then in turn sending my body into retrieval mode of food of any kind. From that point on the thought reinforces my behavior making my every move one closer to resolving the problem I presented to myself. The problem is i convinced myself that I lack, so now I must consume. If i further reinforce that I lack, even the nutrients that i do find will not be enough to satisfy the thought I created. I'm hungry. The body is always hungry for something. Whether that be nutrients, stimulation, or experience all the same. Energy. When does one become fully satisfied, or full they say. If you don't desire from the start then that's one less thing you have to worry about. Desire is outside the realm of necessity.

You need energy. We tend to have preconceived standards of how we consume said energy. They tell you to go eat, when they do they give you the options of various meats, or plant based foods. Everything we eat gets its energy from the sun, so what are we doing getting second hand, 3rd hand energy from our food. Our real food is sunlight. Plants convert the energy of the sun straight into biochemical food to sustain their current functions, which are to support the ecosystem and keep the balance of nature at all times. That sounds a lot more efficient than us wasting energy chasing down other animals to only, have to cut open the prey, clean the catch, build a fire, cook the food to proper temperature to rid the meat of blood, then chowing down to only get tired from digesting something so dense and raw. We go to sleep and receive our energy hours later.

Who is more advanced evolutionary? Plants or Apemen. I mean human. Maybe we should be more like plants and sit down somewhere and be quiet while we soak in the sun. Sounds more peaceful rather than fighting and killing each other over land and resources which isn't ours to claim to begin with. The plants had it first, best believe they'll have it last when we kill our selves off with technology. Isn't technology supposed to make us smarter and allow us to survive better? Spears were made for hunting prey, when did we start preying over each other. Its our carnivore, male centric society we have going for us. Dog eat dog world. Who ever come up with that term must've been a man with a appetite for keeping his top spot.

Everybody is a winner, and also a loser. With that being said we choose the game we intend to win and lose at. What game are we playing? Monopoly? Society? Sorry? What are we working towards? Singularity? Extinction? Evolution? What's the end game. The boss level? Easter egg? Side missions? The fight is always against ourself. What are you fighting for.

How connected do you feel. To the reality of our relationships to eachother spatially.

We're walking stars on planet earth. Gods among men. Stars amongst clouds. Lost change in the galaxy. Space seamen. Seawomen. I see women.

My shot winning. I'm not finished, I got beginnings. A lost star in the galaxy. Dimming to the beat of his own drum.

Totality of Reality is not fun. I'm writing this so my son'll be reciting this and he'll feel like me while writing his sons own Symphony recital. Sound synergy is our only idol. Saved seats with a good view from our eye hole.

We

See

Everything is so psychedelic.

So physical.

Psychologically persistent.

Penetrating my posture.

Permeating my perspective.

Preventing my perishable problems.

Positively poweful.

Predictably present and passing.

Everything is so psychedelic.

I’m on a permanent acid trip.

I haven't lit my blunt. Yet the cannabis crept cooly into my childish soul.

Alliteration altering all avenues of ancient art. Aka counter culture. Counting culprits. Collecting currency. Cosigning coexistence. Creating creations and cultivating cults creatively.

I cant escape myself.

It is all around me. I cant forget what is right in front of me.

Reality revealed its true revelation.

I must reevaluate and reconsider real and resisting.

What am i runnung from. Better yet, what am i running to..

Play my music loud to remember all the quiet nights.

So many deja vus will I ever be surprised ever again.

Close my eyes because sometimes it feels like I’ve seen everything.

The only drug left to take is pure love and i know it'll kill me.

When magic isn't magical anymore. Knowing every outcome. So connected you feel like an outcast. Love becomes a memory.  All thats left is games to be played. The only way to have fun is to forget how to play.

Win so much it feels like im losing experience.

Out of balance, no where to fall.

Fallen angel, my wings bloody trophies of the facade of freedom.

A slave to this reality, my mind is my master.

Observing is my occupation.

Desire is my destination.

Completeness is my challenge.

Choice is my contemplation.

Care is my corruption.

Fair is my facade.

Numb from the knowledge.

Blind to the boundaries.

Lost to the lucidity.

Barely found myself.

Floating in the middle of my own thoughts.

Drowning in my own emotions.

Suffocating on solid intentions.

Slipping off spirituality.

Drunk off of directionlessness.

Lost and

Found in

The middle

Everything you say resonates with me spiritually.

Unfortunately I reply late cause I don't speak 3 dimensionally.

I look you in the eyes and see everything that is not whole.

I see the person i thought i knew, but you your self didn't know.

I never did anything wrong, if iI did we would not still be intact.

The gravity of each situation pulls us along, being lost keeps us on track.

I do my part and rotate around the sun

You do yours and remind us we were once one.

Space particles so in love they jumped the gun.

Separation keeps chasing perspectives for fun.

Round and round we go never enjoying the simplicity.

Is it that we want to crash into each other constantly?

or do we just look for the silver lining too far from reality?

What we're looking for is to take the same path differently.