Objecting Emotions = Universal Thinking?

The violent voices echoes through our vein.
Restless and eager, it drives us insane.
Pleasured by sin, we forget right and wrong.
Punishment of guilt, though we remain strong.

When our identity fails to meet our design.
We only have to look back, and rewind.
Honesty and needs are left behind.
Dull and orthodox is the mind.

Wandering towards the path of wisdom,
Wishing for a better way to decipher  freedom.
We remain the slaves of a known universe,
Wondering only for the way to livelihood.

Emotions reject our path to a better future.
No emotions, and there would  be no  path.
 Is there purpose in finding a cause?
Is there meaning in finding our flaws?

In Between an Ending

Before the end they will come to us,
Bowing down to your soul.

Before the end they will measure,
Your accomplishments and goals.

Before the end the voice will halt,
so that your silence would be heard.

Before the end the crowd will cheer,
For every pause and word.

Before the end, we see our enemy,
As our noble friend.

Before the end our heart is torn,
As our friendship comes to an end.

Before the end we fight for honor,
Until the war is won.

Before the end we dream of paradise,
Until the dream is done.

Before the end you realize,
That your pain and suffering are false.

Only at the end you notice,
Your about to have an eternal loss.

Midnight Universe

Similarities between words and tunes.
The song is made.
Differences between opinion and thoughts.
Reveals the blade.

The edge of the earth, a place for some.
Others doubting where you're from.
Visual centric minds are yet to be seen.
Advancements made through machine.

The creator has failed to make us live.
It does not depend on what he gives.
Involvement of the universe is needed in our heads.
Attainable only when sleeping in our beds.

Understanding the random thought of emotions.
Mixed adventures or curious notions.
Different patterns in the rhythmic clouds.
All related to us as a crowd!

Encircled by Corpses

Forced upon where we do not belong.
The only option is to be strong.
Dull and feared are the minds of corpses.
Dependent they are to decompose to dirt.

Final stage of the corpse is attained.
The living left through suffering and pain.
The stench of the dead chokes the living.
The claws of death drags the being.

Though the crowd of the dead decompose.
The living should not follow the same, but oppose.
Different purposes and different thoughts  lead to the same goal.
Forced opinions and similar emotion leads to  dead without soul.

Proceed with the judgement of being alive, and you'll be alive.
It takes time for the real judgement to arrive.
Hack the claws of death to survive.
Follow yourself and thrive!

The Fear Mask

It is not the fear of self which creates our flame,
But the fear that others will rise against our game.
We believe in unwanted emotions, when we can be satisfied by apathy.
The false judgement in witnessing the inner beauty of beasts.

Pretending to be more than human, which makes us a star.
Abolishing that aim which doesn't get us far.
Offended by insults from the lack of pain.
Is like surrendering to  a cause without any gain.

The flame ignites while the smoke surrounds.
Choking the innocent all around.
The face of fear is not a good mask.
Allow it remain and attain an  unaccomplished task.

Dancing with the Universe

We are all corrupt by nature's way
Igniting the realm of the underworld.
Spitting onto purity and unleashing guilty pleasures.
Abolishing the inner child of attaining impossibility.

Words are spread though the minds of selfish blood.
Far more worse than a river flood.
Unsteady patterns of the human kind.
This makes the world harder to bind.

Forces of discipline are measured by sense.
Crushed by government, their power is immense.
A single thought can change our will.
Obstruct it and our path maybe ill.

Attain the radiation of nature's glow.
Acquire it and let it grow.
Building it will be slow,
Its all the more necessary for you to flow.

Erasing the "Earth"

Floating objects are a treat to my sight.
Even though the reason maybe wrong or right.
A walk towards your passion in dreams of bliss.
Stumbling upon memories you want to miss.

Troubled times lies ahead in my reality.
A fake but pretty world I escape into.
Not knowing the reason  of true crime.
I end up in a world where everything is mine.

Where love is captured through the blink of an eye
Emotional pleasure and a clear blue sky.
A world filled with no tears or cries.
A world not knowing the meaning of lies.

Back to the real world where my problems are awake.
The real world where my tear fills a lake.
Society heightening  my sense of fear.
Everyday dreading the end to be near.

Recorded Sins

Minds were dispersed when the universe was born.
Now they're lost, now they're torn.
Instincts emerge right from birth.
Unleash your instincts and there would be hell on earth.

Violence might be an admired perception.
The view of an altered man's deception.
Traveling and searching for truth in a world where reality is insane. 
Some follow but others are plain.

The abolition of the weak  for a greater mind.
Trying to change the path of mankind.
Erasing our fears and blocking our means to do right.
Like a new born man without sight.

Guilt is recorded and erased by the strong.
The weak is swallowed knowing right from wrong.
Violate the memory and you shall question your deeds.
Erase all the memory and you shall have no needs.

An Alien's Crush

Pleasureful veils walking into my eyes with a gaze of unreal thoughts.
Never certain about the future of our dreams or love.
Always overshadowed by the mind above,
Ignoring the road you could have taken.
Maybe you were wrong, maybe you were mistaken.

A coincidence is all it takes to connect with their mind.
The heart always follows the beat knowing love is blind.
Truth and fiction mixes in a blender filled with hope.
Wisdom and reality hanging by the rope.

Enchantment of the senses with mesmerizing tunes.
Ear filled with saw dust and sand dunes.
Carving my memory of your colorful vibes.
With you, I might have a thousand lives!

Wish it were easy to snatch you by the hand.
Connecting our thoughts and making you understand.
Consumed and broken apart by karmic fate.
The lesser I know of you, the more I relate!

Confined to your Mortal Gods

Sounds from your soul may disgust your God.
All of them stop but you are odd.
You keep pushing further till you fall.
You are small yet you stand tall.

Beneath their feet we lay.
Rotting and gasping for fresh air.
Grinning and laughing with their awkward stare.
Why are we chained by their selfish thought?
Is it our destiny to follow them and rot?

Gaze upon the sky and tear through the universe.
There is no limit to life or labor.
The one who supports is your savior.
The one who oppose is your tamer.

Inspiration can be drawn from ourselves.
Follow the road ahead and do not stop for them.
The more you move, the more you can see.
Prevail in the existence which you are supposed to be.

Honor Your Sculptor

Open your eyes and you will see.
Friends and foes are conspiracies.
Sharing and caring will make a smile.
For the joy of satisfaction once  in a while.

It all ends when opportunities arise.
Stabbing the bond with miseries and lies.
For there is no honor in the history you shared.
No love for the people who brought you there!

We seek only greatness in our lives.
The excuse, for cowards and prejudice wives.
Where is greatness without the rise of honor?
Where is love without the rise of sacrifice?

There is more to  human than selfish goals.
Calm and quiet like how the stream flows.
Wash away those fake tears of demise.
Cause your all demons without eyes.

Generation of No Reaization

There are places to go, people to visit, and spirits to release.
A drug filled world we live in, never free.
The chances of survival are south bound towards our inner self.
Will we ever know ourselves in time?

Measured creatures  running about, not knowing where they stand.
Power is easily attainable, at the palm of our hand.
Shifting universes and blinking stars shows the picture of an unnatural object.
The blood filled human will eat his soul, unaware of his rightful goal.

We are yet to reveal the true identity of our form.
Complexities are increasing in our minds for no reason.
Simple ways are no more and the up rise of unwanted intelligence has no end.
Existence is a straight path but it is we who create the steps and bends.

Spoiled sadistic minds grow ever darker as we grow old.
Always following what we were told.
Reasoning does not help on earth.
Self realization occurs only at birth!

Betrayed by our Selfish Instinct

Angered by the selfish instinct that instills in our mind.
Shower it upon the child of the lesser blind.
The feeble tends to move into fear and forced upon regrets.
Sorrows expressed through their blood given assets.

Always looked down upon in the system that cares for us.
Well being is never established in a stubborn society.
It only rots until self realization of goals are attained.
It happens when our minds are restrained!

Good and evil are words of the same game.
We know not who to blame.
The powerful put the needy to shame.
Then  the powerful rise with fame!

Existence is never made to be followed.
It is they who cage us in our luscious open fields.
They who guard us from the depth of our dreams.
They who betrayed us from our right to live!

Limits of No Limits

There are leagues and then there are steps which you take.
There is space and then there are boundaries.
We feel like moving,
Out of this world,
Out of this place,
Grabbing onto objects while you chase.

Think deep and  thoughts are always true.
Some look up, as they have no clue.
There are shapes which fit your order.
Piled up memories with disorder.

Expressive words of selfish desires.
The one who spills,
No one admires.
A glance of fate is all you got.
A sign of hope till you rot.

It is not done by evil deeds.
Priority of our motives and needs.
Limit and limitless ideas of design.
It all doesn't matter as long as it's mine.

We are all part of a big scheme.
Someone watching over us to annihilate our dreams.
Someone telling us where to draw the line.
Erase the thought, and you shall shine!

Architecture of Intellect

The arsenal of power and the design of intellect.
Two  phases which boldly intersect.
Lost you'll be in the world of chaos.
Ever staring at why the world hates you.

Rise of satisfaction and the depression from laughter.
Running away, without knowing what your after.
A stack of love which rises from within.
A turn towards emotions and its lost with sin.

Vortex of terror blinded by fate.
Loosing time, its always too late.
Brushing and washing the memories with tear.
Everyday the end seems near.

Blessed are those who don't think and ponder.
Cursed are those who experiment and wander.
All phases designed like a tower,
Ever paralyzed in the existence of life.
Creating unwanted intelligence from our random mind.
The rest exist, but intellect is blind.

Visual Virtual Voluptuous Mind

Visualize your emotions in a perfect square.
Tending towards failure but who cares.
Deep kept secrets and  sacred plagues.
Forever gaze into the astonishing glow.
The cries walk past me real slow.
Shedding into my eyes a heap of flesh.
Cursed by radiant features.
Watch upon the shadows you step on.
Its all the matter of a single emotional cause.
A right swirl in the minds of few.
Tenderness of the food we chew.
Blazing and weeping of hypocritical laughter.
Surrounded by the minds we adore.
A small step to infinity is taken to reach the stars beyond.
Visualize the end of  stars and dreams.
Nothing is as natural as it seems.

Fear and Oblivion

The strangely lit candles shine into an open room.
The same room where everything is clear yet dark.
A blinded image for most of us and a sacred glow for some.
A path is followed through the light.
Dark consequences which we fight.
Feared shadowed images of the dead.
Float anonymously in our head.
Covered by our mind which fears the silence.
The mind which traps us in its place.
Unable to control what we see and do.
Blocking us  from their important views.
Shielding us from their goals and twists.
Why do we forever watch the darkness and cry?
Learn from it and soar high!

Curse of the Blind

Close your eyes and observe your heart.
Mistakes are blinded from the start.
Emotional joy which brings happiness and faith.
Prepare yourself before its too late.

A shock of treachery might arise in disguise.
Crushing your soul cause you were blind.
Stabbing your heart from behind.
Darkness shadows your deepest emotions.

Realization of evil from your love.
Is it all fate from above?
Joyful memories stamped on with joy.
Playing with you like a puppet toy.

The unwanted remains of bliss are hard to forget.
Time standing still, waiting for the sunset.
Buried forgiveness with the rise of anger.
Loneliness and insanity filled with sorrows of anguish.

They will bleed and you shall wait.
A new seed is planted in a life which you retake!

Greater than the Bold

Diminishing thoughts of dreamed goals.
Wishing if you could escape into the open.
Vivid mind erased by societies rising power.
Destroying bridges when its half made.
Hopes and dreams fade.

Greatness comes after being thrashed and shoved.
It doesn't matter if you are loved.
It goes against the brick you stand on.
It goes for the rope to hang on.

Truth in judgment are blocked by the ones we care.
They lead us in a path which is unfair.
Fools follow this path of delusional bliss,
Wondering if their glory has arrived.
Achievements of no meaning,  making them feel important and blind.

Look away from those who detour your route.
Follow your mind in the world of greatness.
Fill it with the true meaning of destiny!
Even though society is against you and me.

The Weak and the Wanderer

System of donkeys made to follow by the superior flesh.

Rising above with unforeseen power, connected by a mesh.

Retaliate and you shall witness no dreams or future.

Jointly stitched by artificial sutures.

We are made to follow what they dream and desire.

Following the proper order and attire.

Creating the illusion of pointless intelligence.

The weak emerge from their emotionless pit.

A life of difficulties the wanderer faces.

Ever reckoning to end the broken system.

A life with dreams and desires of his own.

The weak points to him as a stone.

As we turn weak, our mind turns to gold.

A precious stone with value but nothing more.

We are made to believe that there is honor in following the system.

A system in which the judgment is controlled by the upper hand.

The weak are made to sit and never stand.

To dominate is not a sole purpose but a cycle.

Without the cycle, it is only a single entity.

Remove those who tighten you with invalid rules.

Explore and question those weak fools!