Death of the mind

De-franchise myself. No alibis anymore. Let me show my real face, the craze, the maze, the chase. I won’t hide, I won’t pretend, I won’t be what you want me to be. Thoughts are running in my mind. A thought, brought, a picture of colors, to imitate life, but it’s strife. First up, then down, and in the end you’re a fucking clown. Your lips are painted and your drugged down. Like a retard not knowing what is up or down. That’s how we get, fucked in the mind. Where we chase our thoughts, and where we believe we will find. Anything but another alley, another end. Anything but another dead end, but still we pretend. That we’ve found a magic wand. That we’ve found our love, our happiness, and our purpose in life. While inside, we cry, we die, we’re already in hell and we’re doomed to fry.

Who can help us but ourselves? But some fuckers are manipulating with words, trying to make you think. That it’s not up to you, to take yourself out of the sink. But it’s god, or love, or light, but it’s not true. You decide, whether your stuck or you get through. At the end of the day, where alone when we say. And where alone when we pray. We pray for a better day. But we never achieve, and we never leave, the rotten place called human nature. And we blame the creator. But we’re the creator, the source of our nature, and we’re to blame, we’re to shame, we’ve made ourselves lame, and we’re stuck in our own game.
I will get out, I screamed to myself, as I clawed myself back into reality. I thought I was frail, and that I couldn’t speak. I thought I was done, and that I was weak. But I took my stand, and I got up, I spoke the words, and I stated who I am. No matter what, I would stand, no matter what you say, I don’t give a damn. I am to walk to the end of time. I am to stop the nature, the crime. I am to stop myself because I have become the biggest threat. I have become a mind existing in values and ideas. And that is going to end, it will not mend, I will stop, I will not fix. The very construction is the fault, I am taking it all to a halt.

So I ask, are you following me? Or will you stay behind? Will you come with me. Or will you blind yourself, and refuse to see. What it is to be. What it is, that which is me. She, he, where all me, one, here, equal as all. And if one is gone, we all fall. I am here, walking to the end. I walk through the fear, of loosing what I thought was me, only to see, I am not three, but I am one, and I am here. So leave your house behind, leave your family to disappear. Follow me into the darkness where nothing is what it used to be. Follow me into the unknown, where you as life can roam. Where the physical will shake with joy. Where your presence, and expression will be the beginning and the end. Create and destroy. All in one breath. All in one here. That is true trust, the trust to throw yourself out from a cliff, without a single thought, without you being caught.

Limitation was my castle, fear was my house. Assumptions was my eye’s, and my friends where my death. I said, I’ve had enough, if I don’t move I will die. If I don’t move, I will loose my wings, and I will never fly. If I don’t move, I will loose my feet, and I will end up in a sheet. Completely blind and dead to the world. I must move, I must curl, and hurl, I must push myself forward and leave behind. All that is kind. All that is of my mind. My existence is about to end. It won’t mend. I won’t try to fix. It’s stops with me. Darkness is clarity. And you can’t think. You must see.