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!

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!

Happy and Quiet

To become a person of the dark and respectful, you  should be one in a million,

and especially truthful.

A person's mind should blend with the dark, as well as scan for those who sit and bark.

Your death maybe your biggest wish.

To eat everyone else is your personal dish.

Of all the people who put the blame,

You don't mind as they are all the same.

Betrayed and laughter surround your mind,

You may never know when they'll stab you from behind!

You cry yourself to ease the shattered pain.

You feel as though you been hit by a train.

Now in the shadows of darkness you lay,

As you have been completely slain.

How you would kill yourself to be all alone,

How you would wish you could turn yourself into stone!

Its not your fault you've become like this.

You put on a cheerful face, and it seems as though your in bliss.

-This is one of the poems I wrote  a long time ago, just thought I'll put it up.