A senseless act of consciousness. A random thought within the many sub-levels. This is when it fucks with you. Those little mindfucks seem to follow you and I around, no matter where we seem to go. A deliberate act of consciousness. Create the circumstances, which allow the blinding and deafening images to surface from within. It is not the circumstances which are lethal, but the tag-alongs and piggybacks which also surface along with it. That my friend, that is the true death, which supports the mindfucks spinal column. Another broken vertebrae. The invertebrates always seem to creep up on you and I. This is probably why you and I are the way we are.
Tag: birth
One Morning
I understand the phrase very personally. Death is with us from the moment we are brought into this world, to the moment it decides to take us with her to the other side. Being human is nothing but death on a daily basis. I have learned within my life, no one can make a difference; the difference makes you. You wake up one morning looking at the years of your life, which have escaped from you. You come to the realization that you are the only thing which has changed, or is different. When you see the world through the true eyes of neglect, only then can you experience the rawness from within the solitude of the nothing.
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Hidden from the Rest of the World
The night after Halloween is always thickened with life. The living nights transcend into dead dying days. These are the days when they come to visit you and I. You are usually not prepared for them, but I always am. I know exactly what they want; exactly what they are looking for. They are looking for the secrets you are keeping safely hidden from the rest of the world; they are looking for my soul, as this is what I have always kept safely hidden from the rest of the world. Externalized torture can sometimes act as a safety net for those who are inexperienced; unlike you and I. We are masters of our craft, an exhibition of experience and excellence. Flesh is easy to slice away from the body; far easier than it is to slice those wretched memories from one’s fragmented mind. Slice away.
BIRTH LIFE MURDER
BIRTH LIFE MURDER, is an invocation of poetry, philosophies, and short stories, which pertain to the unfolding circumstances within our lives. We are born into this world, we live through our life, and sometimes we murder parts of ourselves in the process. All men are created equal, but not all men live equally. Staying true to one’s own ideals and life’s purpose, will be violently ripped away, if an unrelenting hold to them is not maintained. Do you remember who you really are? Did you lose your identity meandering down your life’s path? In order to understand life, you must first understand its language. How long can you live not knowing who or what you are? How long can you meander through your life until you realize your truth? What will it take for you to become your truth?
As They Softly Cry
Another expectation unfulfilled
Murdered by the hands of disappointment
A swift steady killing
The let down of an unfulfilled expectation can be deafening
A loud inner scream no one will ever hear
The moment of tearing as the expectation is being unfulfilled
A constant reminder of how life can have a sense of humor
Can you hear the gods laughing aloud
As they softly cry within themselves
The shattered mirror is the unfulfilled expectation
The deathly denial of a false realization
Self-actualization is the true process of confirmation
A communion within an expectation
A slow steady dwelling within yourself
Now you know all of my secrets
Now you can hear all of my thoughts
Now you understand what my name means
Now you know me
G.G. Kalfas 