Posted by Man of many thoughts. Up so high, beyond what Is blue. Posted by Man of many thoughts.

Not stuck in fixed ideas. Free from the chain of Ego. Free from the lure of fame. Natural beauty, enriches my brain. Women beauty, enriches my heart. Chasing some musical notes of love? Ideologies are based on some concepts. All concepts are but abstraction of reality. Ideology is the illusion of one man.

The Centre of The Universe. So weave a golden blanket around your shivering frame my love,. Reach out into the velvet sky and gently string together the stars. The universe was built to be reflected in your eyes,. Shimmering whirlpools of life and magic telling you that you are safe,. That you are loved by the infinite cosmos that you call your home. As the planets sing their ancient song that sends you to sleep,. Listen for the singing birds at the break of dawn,.

When will we stop killing each other? When will we have peace? When will we tire of the crimson flow of shed blood? People talk about change, but they never act. The next day, they pick back up the axe. Am I the dark artist, the clouded poet? Is my mind the forsaken empty, the vast unknown? Where do I belong? This is my honor, my prayer, my plea.

A Junkie and His Music.

The lions leap through rings. Bullets bought and news is warped,. They dance on puppet strings. The cogs are oiled, the wheel turns,. The greasy hand glides on. Until their manes are shorn. De-maned and maimed the lions squirm,. Their roars are whispered now. Prison zoo bars soar from the ground. The cats forget how to prowl. Meanwhile the ringmaster glows and gleams and gloats,. In a grotesque, stylish lion coat.

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The trees pander to the wind the way I pander to your whims. Of course, the things we know are fleeting.

A rendezvous between me and my pen. To those unknown pockets of humanity. The ones I never dwell on. Pounding through the human heart. A wild that stays wild. Love can change so quickly. Just two hours ago I.