house is empty
domain is no longer .

what have you done to peoples you think you loved 
tricks and  games
you wounded as them hurt and left with bruises and  nothing learned

one day,,, I'll love them as the way it supposed t to be
another day, I'll collect n' ask for the emotional  with eternal debts that in no ways can't not be paid off

In a infinite dreams,  I find and love you
In this realities, I keep trying until I felt safe and found you guys again

our connections are for centuries
once upon a time dangers waiting ahead
clear out of the cold water
cold water upon your faces

nothing matters ,, I'll keep the gates with pains ,,,,,,,,

even with u

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_T-SlMqFsM

 

in the silent whispers,, knights of darkness
need no more flowers and garnishes 

no regrets that I've so many regrets
that's tattoos of my soul

without passions n' convictions of crimes .
sins have nowhere to turn
thy turned into manipulations and controls
which cause every false loves, jurisdictions, and manipulations of controls

face thy selves
so little of nothingness and it's somewhere of that a honest start ...
not the ladders , no unconsciously conscious submissions to powers unknown
it's the path I've built myself with pains n' remorse

take as what it comes
and let it be
only thing can be changed is the minds  

Die to live ,,, live to die

No pain no gain

Only to realize only thing to gain is pain

Living is the unawareness of the stillness and opaqueness of so called existences

Contemplating about particular forms of existences rules out any chances of real possibilities of resemblances that might be called “Existences”

Existences needs nothing , people needs logic and reasons because something told them to

 Kill any kinds of politicians, scientists, theologians, posers

That’s everyone and you

It’s Tuman show, how to be true in “Truman Show”? Lie till it’s true, fake till make it

Posers included anyone who just tried to express,,,, included me

If anything dose exist, it doesn’t require polish, garnish, relinquish   

Adopting persona with good manners, maintaining quotas, increasing profits,    

Only true to be followed and abided by is the fallacies and lies we’ve created collectedly  

Death is fearless, it requires noting but itself

And we need death to feel alive

Only thing deader than death is our minds

Searching conformations about how to live and die

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x70G-NhyUPI

rain bow

Reconstruction Mirage of Rainbow illusions

Wind stirs up, smelling moistness in the air

Thundering from distances above below

Winds clear up back again

Everything and nothing back to dust and emptiness within the rainbow

When floods down in emotions

Embrace them and drown yourself in these perpetual cycles of hallucinations of love, hate, regrets, sunshine, and dark moons

Solid shots of animal’s instincts welcome you back to the real jungles

Metaphoric, synchronic n’ symbolic, simultaneous n’ instantaneous, ubiquitous with uno locactivity ……..

A spear into the heart is the feelings of being there at the moment

Fangs into arteries wake you up from the resurrections of incarnations

Moralities happened when you lost all definitions of moralities

Humbleness happened when you’ve forgotten about it

True connections established when nothing is being established

Cold shots of warm blood    

 6.6.13

Thousands of times I walked in and out the hospital,         

I’ll find you not in the ER, or the ward, or at home,

No more panic phone call cause I‘ve left bit too long

The more I looked the less I find you around

Only reminiscent and remembrances

Reconstruct, recreate, reduplication of the real

Is really there is a real thing or only close resemblances of the authentic

A genuine fake is as close as we’ll get to “real” life?

Also, whoever presenting you with the real, genuine, and the authentic

Has only retain a copy of that from someone else who also had a copy..

Is this the clones and the generation of genetic intrusions?  

Subconscious didn’t exist otherwise we wouldn’t call it subconscious

How you call something you’re truly not aware of?

metaphoric menaces
pleasure of pain
beauty of the beast
vigilant villains
unconscious undermining understandings
strings of serpents   
intertwine intoxication of intelligentsia
shadow of sun
morals of murders
electronic epiphany
symphony of synthetic
whores of wholeness
strippers serendipity
prodigy  to preggo   
san fran sorrows
pureness of powder grinding greatness shaping serpentine

dark water resonates reflects,,,  resurrects 

exits within