Metaphysical Motion
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I move this emotion in ink, linking lines to theory and proverbs
Observing the universe, some souls crave progress only then grow worse
Worst thing about being psycho is going off the rails on-occasion
Each dawn deforms the imagination as piss spills in the basin
And shit swills in the cesspit, wretched in this holocaustic torture
Quantified by fate, lunacy leads one to follow a drastic-measure
Antarctic weather immobilizes the heartstrings severs the cords
I need to search sinister thoughts just so I can deliver the words
Memoirs blurred stained in soreness, my shoulders are burden with bile
Trekking miles to unearth a purpose that makes living worthwhile
How can I smile? While the planet ridicules me as a contestant
& Zig Ziglar couldn’t figure the riddle that triggers this impression
Immense tense notion, open-psyche is twisted like spiral staircases
Desires disappear to thin-air;-space is malformed, firewall flares -blazes
With rare cases of obscure phrases, subject: to metaphor mindsets
Game set-&-match to Satan if I ever trust and follow blind steps
For the Devil is just a myth; still a Most High God I could deal with
If only I could grasp the gift of being heard, then my words would lift
I should live holistic “my instincts talk to me” sometimes I don’t listen
Missing all vital signs, waiting for sun to shine, but skies won’t glisten.
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Examining dialogue… duelling with the understanding of God
My prospects of winning akin to fanatics gambling lost odds
Sods-law resents my presence, presenting exertions to essence
Lessons I learn look like lies, wise-words falter in two seconds
Kismet beckons back-of-beyond; long dissent has me weary
Merely mortal, my thought portal keeps imagery mostly near me
Pictures clearly emerging without pastel patches in chapters
Craft composed fusing chaos with friction hit matches & lighters
Ignite the spiritual-self; cultural health can help the cause flourish
Moral fibre hungers more courage, beating on doors of knowledge.
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