Low down your voice...! Low down your voice. Pounding energy giving life to my bones, blowing wind chasing away my confusion…I can see clearly now I can hear more.
Twinkling stars fading in the night pounding thought in a race with the ticking time. Mind blown by the true colors that have been shown, rainbow nation illusions racing with reality and earthly passions…I write in remembrance of my freedom as a bird in the skies.
Rumbling rhythm of the monotonous music, destroying the thought from independent thinking. Sinking heads in the ocean of fantasies and high class delicacies, trees swaying side by side in the process of exchanging oxygen with carbon dioxide….I write in a solitary confined situation of the proclaimed free. Crumbling thought not being able to make sense of the cause, pauses of the unthinking heads blinded by the ways of the system, pounding to the spine and back to the mind, thought process not faking the action done by the hand.
Trouble mind not able to grasp that which had been implanted and enforced, to the rest is lies and made up stories of the politician. Pounding and confusing the innocent, we are the sons of men, racing and grappling with life’s existence and the purpose of the human soul. Pounding like its hammering my head up and down side by side riding my thought process, implementing the unknown and the unwritten. Done not are the deeds of the soul yet the flesh and blood crucified into non existence…I write because it feels like a flight away from this reality freeing my mind, the paper becoming my sanctuary a secrete place where words and my thoughts make sense of what my inner voice speaks, doubting not the freedom rendered by the pen. Racing thoughts rushing to my heart, beat increasing the blood seculation, troubled mind rising above the judgments of men and his philosophies trying not to sink within the ink of confusion, zombie evolution zombie ways and zombism. Triple times three the truth not meeting words, ways differing time turning to the side of the unfavoured
…I write because it is in my might on paper freedom is not told but lived and experienced, on this pen wings grow manifested by the thought process not stress but strength for one to subtract the pounding realities that diminish a thought of a man born free under the sun. Pounding thoughts racing minds my inner voice speaks though in silence yet making massive volumes…my inner voice speaks to me alone because it is the purpose fulfilled, purpose in the mist of the unknown realities. Thought provoking actions…actions not meeting the realities, thought provoking process, mind blown, bubbled under the realities of the unknown…I write…
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