See yourself through your eyes. To be yourself within your lies. An impossibility of acceptance. A memory within your self-inflicted cruel nonsense. There is no more time to dwindle away, enclosed within the sarcophagus of bondage and recklessness. I can see through your self-induced, tormenting nightmares. I can see through the secret depravity of your self-induced, wet and promiscuous daydreams. They will never be able to escape from your mind, no matter how many times you act them out in your waking life. This is the exact type of carnal revelations the Greek philosophers wrote about. That secret type of carnality, which only knows how to pleasure the flesh of temptation. To be yourself within your own carnality. To be yourself within your own pleasures. To be yourself; a lifelong dream, which will continue to remain unfulfilled.
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Life Crushed It.
The sweet moans of life being birthed. The confusion settles in, as the sweet moans are not so sweet. The moans are the crying screams of thoughts, goals, and aspirations being crushed; one at a time. Life has a curious way of encroaching itself upon you, and upon your very consciousness. Life has a sense of humor only it understands. Ha fucking ha. Cyclical. The silent laughter of pain, torment, and rage. I have gone deaf from the silence.
Living it Wrong
There is no need to withdraw any longer. I always ask myself, “Why did they leave me?” They left because it was time for them to depart from me. It was time for me to depart from them. Purpose. They no longer served mine, as I no longer server theirs. Lack of purpose A mutual rescission. Growth is the most important type of growth. A hand that gives and takes. Sometimes it may seem it takes too long, but the hand is never late. Fate is always on time for you and I. To be completely transparent, I did not want them around, nor in my life any longer. They were all dead weight; complaining, nagging, and moaning albatrosses. Dead fucking weight. Bleeding dead weight. What a waste of a human life. At least it’s theirs and not mine. Imagine living through their fucked up, delusional, non-sensical bullshit of a life. All of that self-hatred focused upon yourself, and the people pleasing mentality, you would succumb to and endure throughout the rest of your life. Fuck that! Now I know why they self-medicate and alter their consciousness on a daily basis. It is simply a means to survive within a life they no longer want to live, as they never could find any meaningful purpose within it. When you hear one of them complaining about complaining, this is how these others will reveal themselves to you. If life is something you find yourself want to escape from, you are more than likely living it wrong.
Spiritual Dissonance
Seeking out its pleasures underneath the skin of others. A permanent marking within the soul. Bending backwards within it. Snap your soul in two. A piece for me. You can keep the other half. A memento of how you used to be. Falsity at its finest. The greatest hope existing from within. Company for the shallow and hollowness. Your life companions. Devouring your peace of mind. One piece at a time. Pieces of your fragmented reality. No inner peace. Pieces of mind. Outer defiance. Self-reliance. A lost circumstance within a neurotic embrace. Searching within the defilement of a membrane. Pulsating glances. You keep looking; searching for me. One search at a time. Finding nothing to look forward to. Intentions are more fulfilling than the actual reality. Isolation station. Rejected infection. Satiety within its own processes. A look within a magick egg. Are you ready to cleanse me? Spiritual dissonance. Observance of the desire you inflict upon me. I am ready for your fleshy tongue to annihilate me. A spirit contained within my possession. The bruja and the brujo keep looking for me. I have been waiting for their embrace. Desiring their eyes to look upon me, and within me. Cleansing me of my entities. One at a time. Too powerful to release them into the world all at once. I keep my possessions a secret.
G.G. Kalfas 