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A Delicate Flame

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I have stood at the top of many mountains. I have conquered the behemoth’s I stand above, and on. Many upon many men have conquered, but only one mountain. They allowed the mountain’s altitude to dwindle their pitiful salvation. They all thought there would never be another mountain such as this. I know triumph first hand. Left Hand. I know love first hand. Broken. I have seen the catastrophes played out over and over again. They never could make me blink. But you. Only you. You brought me down to my knees, as I prayed at the alter before you. You searched down your path so desperately as to why it could never be. Never once searching down your path as to how the truest love could be. Another waking isolation hazard. Another melancholy moment memorized momentarily. Seductress with slit wrists. Priscilla. Broken glasses. Hugs which do not last as long as they should. Black rats. Dreams of reckonings. I am your reality check. I am the mirror you refused to look into. The one you tried to shatter into a million pieces. I will cut through you every time. You will eventually find your way down your path. If you let go and fully open your eyes, you will see it has been in front of you this whole time.

Music No One Else Will Ever Hear

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The heaviness creeps steadily upon me. I can feel it sneaking up, lurking delicate and desperately around the corner. I can hide from it most of the time, but sometimes the heaviness can be hard to out maneuver. It gives me a lot of practice, especially when it comes to not being noticed. Sometimes, I do not even notice myself. A camouflaged lifetime, underneath the blanket of solitary un-confinement. It is an old parlor trick I perform when I meet strangers for the first time. The last time. No time like now to hide from the onslaught of dysfunctional characteristics, which I see in myself, that no one else knows about. It is my secret, a conversation between me and myself. A lost art form, detrimental to the mentally and emotionally challenged. I’ll think about it. All of it. None of it, all at once. I know the rest of the story, as my dreams keep reminding me of it. A constant reminder of how a lifetime can and will sneak away from you when you are not looking. It is an uplifting circumstance to the melody of your contorted thoughts. A lifetime of music no one else will ever hear, except for you.

Fluctuating Fluxes

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Candor? Insignificance? Insight to who you really are? Nothing could be further from the truth. Bring about what you fear, in order to celebrate its defeat. This is the only way it can be for you now. Why would you expect anything different? Allow it to be itself from within. When you try to control a species, or an object from within, you are only creating strife and confusion for yourself. Allow the circumstance to grow freely from within, and watch to see what it will bloom into. This is how you will know the true nature of what it is. How else would you expect it to be? Control is over rated and demeaning, it lacks an artistic finesse. The true hand of the creator does not need to control or guide growth. The creation has been created with an internal instinct; an internal knowing of the path, and the direction in which it is destined for. Candor and insignificance, is what control has within itself. This is what those who decide to control end up as. There is no space, and no room for them in here; as they still have much to learn about themselves. They are insignificant complainers, who no one cares for. It is necessary for these types of people to die within their mother’s womb, along with the mother. She should not be allowed to breed these types of waste anymore. The world is polluted enough with controlling, virtue-less hacks who claim superiority. When will it be enough? How many people need to be born into a world, which will suffocate them at the first opportunity it gets? It is now time to be born onto yourself, to be free from control; as any type of control is lethal. The people born into this world are already lethal enough, why are we still adding to it? The world is a dangerous place, simply because the people within it are dangerous. They are all controlled by the hands and words of their parents, teachers, friends, religions, governments, and employers. They are all controlled into a life they did not choose for themselves. We are all born into a jailed life, within the fragmented and failed circumstances of a barbaric, mundane society, which will never allow anyone to grow and prosper internally. When you feel lost within your life, when you realize it has no purpose or meaning, when every day is the same day relived over and over again; this is how you will know you have been controlled into a small dark corner of existence. It was all designed this way, one by one, on purpose, just for you, for all of us.