A Crack In Reality

Crack_in_reality

I found a crack,
In reality,
That shattered my dreams,
And scattered my thoughts.

Now I’m Free,
Like a cat in heat,
Scratching for treats,
I rip off my mask,
And bare my soul,
For the master key,
Of bohemian worlds,
To unlock my mind,
And widen that crack,
So I can see through,
Material things,
And awaken myself,
To let me see me…
Again.

tumblr_mhsjn852191qzamioo2_500
Tainted by sublime and superbly performed brainwashing, their minds were made up long before they created lies with their lips and eyes. Blinded to their deeply ingrained, warped and prejudiced programming, they make believe they are thinking quite clearly. Quite freely.

What a dirty trick they’ve played on themselves, for if you could dissect their thoughts with the scalpel of reality, and remove the clouds of ignorance from their mirrors of denial, the truth that they have been bought and sold would surely kill them. A pre-packaged bundle of perspectives, falsely labelled ‘free will’, that seems so real to them that they’re ready to kill for it. War for it. Die for it.

A glimpse of truth or a moment of clarity scares them into uniformity, where they stand in line and wait to be told what to think next. And that is their freedom. Freedumb. To stand in line and be told what to think, while waving an American flag made in China. Fools with no imagination. Particles of dust blowing in the wind, this way and that way. Anyway. The wind blows. Until they die.

Serial thinkers with no emotions, and without a clue they pass the disease to their children and say it’s free will.  It’s so unreal, peculiar, yet efficiently efective. Symbol minded people wrapped in flags of righteousness, and gathered into colonies to throw stones at anything that is different from them. They fear true freedom. They are feeling dis – eased, and they will beat you with a Bible Belt until you are just like them. Forgive them Mr Blue Sky, they don’t know what they’re doing.

Let the nonconformists conform with the other nonconformists, dressed in casual fear. Make the world stop, as if an IV of cement has been placed in the arm of each of the players. Standing stoned like marble chess pieces. Then suck their fictitious illusions out, and stir their spirits together, creating a blend of compassion. A hurricane of acceptance. A tornado of love. Blend. Mix. Becoming one race. The human race. One Self. Earthlings of Gaia. And with a mighty force let the Spirit of True Man and Womankind kind blow the chess pieces over and emerge their spirits in the crockpot of reality. Slow cook, melt, and blend. Reality stew, stir occassionally. Wait.

And when they awake, they will care for one another. They will dance in true freedom. Watching the lies dissolve and the hating stop. Let them marvel at the wonder that is Life, and let them share, like children playing with sea shells and splashing in the water. Butterflies.

“We share the sun. Let us share everything under the sun!”

‘call 911…he’s had to much to dream…’

(static)’is he down? is he dead’?

(starting IV)”rescue”!

…(static)…

Our physical life is a temporary experience that tests our souls in a challenging realm of great deception.

Advertisements

9 thoughts on “A Crack In Reality

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s