Thinking

Thinking #alchemistpoetry Off the wall, My brain aons Escape the vortex Of the skull, the beauty of the the ocean, and the Pigment of the sky Is a refuge for my escapist soul I jump from the frying pan Into the fire My concscience walks Side by side with logic I'm beside myself I'm literally out of my mind I never stayed in anyway I'm plagued by claustrophobia* (Fear of closed places) They even chased me from dreamland They said I'm too realistic They said my insanity is too superior to let it drift accross their skeciptical minds So I'm thinking , Of how we can free ourselves from this perpetual mind prison Mine is a disease of a nomadic mind That swirl in the wavelength of time Drifting from the Treshold of reality Digging into the depth of the decrypted realities of the past Maybe my present is a time capsule for the uncertain future The past is an enigma , a myistified mystery Who am i? Why do i exist ? Where is the exit from this horror? I can't copy with this concious flagellation I can't decipher the horrrorscope Did i just open the pandora box? Its always wise , to think outside the box ,so I thought it would come to make Sense with age but the codes become riddles with every stage time is concious sponge that suck all the marrow of my being Sculpting art with my framework I'm bending , a mere question mark Who will answer these questions? This psychic train never seem to derail It descend through the smokescreens of time Drifting in the gulf of nonexistence I have reached the unimaginable kissed untangible,time always slip from the threshold of humanity So chase the uncactchable Its like chasing the shadow of the moon Its senseless indeed I'm mind conjured , We can't find the meaning of life in the dictionary the bible is esoteric ... let those who have ears hear and those who have eyes see God is watching, this battlefield as we slaughter ourselves its a banquet for sheol I'm thinking .... God really sees this Our thoughts are so transparant that we can't tranplant our insight to the mentally blind the reality is unfathomable to the parant,its a cinema to the child a collosium for chereographed fallacies , a fantasy farce This one is one of a kind The mountains achoes our laugheters as we throw the synapses of our very human nature into the ideological abyss Our ignorance plays the undertaker burying our identity into the depth of deception we are the walking dead A death where you don't know that you are dead is the deadliest of all This inner anarch is killing me the aura of my mind is a whirlwind that trigger emotional cataclyms So i wink and blink trying to catch the tears Is it because of the fears? Some say its the juice made from the apple of my eyes ,so lick it before it turns into salt I'm thinking, maybe you have been there once or twice Align me to your psych and tell me your story (C)Sai diaries 2019