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