Suffused
Anger imbued Rip into my right hand This unwanted brand Scream against the schema Safety eradicated You can do everything right Some of the time... Our control as its displaced My life in a victimless trade Or was that really the case? Is there a place for this blame? Wrestled within my head, this consciousness Sleepless amidst dreams of dread Visions from beyond my death The scar of events etched on my right hand Is this meaningless? Predestination This godlike vocation I raged against it My right hand relinquished When you're only right some of the time Who makes sense of what's yours or mine? The esoteric essence? The evanescent elected? Governance misdirected At society's discretion Is this meaningless? This is existence burns with regret Propelled by lies of betterment Progress, regress; it's a fucking mess War or peace is manufactured within And like the factory we produce beliefs And they construct our reality When the key to life is simplicity But intricacy is valued in complexity What does it all fucking mean? How do we trust anything we've seen? The knowledge begets the question: Have we ever truly lived? Did we always have nothing to give? Was our existence meaningless? Or was it some sort of gift? Life abound in insignificance Predetermined and dead before we began? This can't be how it ends An endless deathloop can't be heavensent Perhaps the answer is within our grasp Was free-will snatched from our fingertips? Though the burden be of choice Then this burden I will bear The power we all have within The power to choose to begin Lies in my right hand This unwanted brand /// By those lifeless eyes I know you It's like I stare back into mine
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Author"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Anais Nin Archives
February 2023
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