Finding the Unfamiliar Which is to be Found

Faded is the future of the path we lead.
Forgotten  the path ,which we need.
Formidable is the foe that blocks our track.
Fight to the finish or lay on your back.

Fear and focus are a pair of eyes.
One sees none ,the other sees skies.
False fortress and fireflies.
For they shall aid when you have tried.

What we find to be familiar,
Is what is to be found.
Though finding the final path results in failure,
The found path is not wasted.

Have we found it?
What are we trying to find?
Objects, beings, space?
Frisking through what we previously found,
We finally find the answer.  

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?

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!

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.

Sorrows of an Unwanted Outcast

Sacred tears wash my forgiving eyes,
When you have to make yourself laugh to stop yourself from crying
Emotions of abundant rage and tolerance
With so much of violence, so much of pain,
So much of anger dedicated in your brain.

There is no choice but to depend on yourself,
Untrustworthy people stored upon the bookshelf.
No one to wash away the miseries and memories.
Only the whistle of the breeze and trees.

Struggles and sorrows are all part of your goal.
Cowards have no direction , only paths which they stole.
Enemies which pushes you away.
Watching you as you turn weak.
Waiting for you to become their prey.

Devote yourself to the true color of your eyes.
The beauty which is clear as the skies.
Do not be mislead by fools or Gods.
Follow the path of the north star.
Do not be ashamed of who you truly are!

Path of a Righteous Mind

The ultimate price of pain is when your killed through pleasure.
Miseries collided into a barrier filled with shocks and sorrows.
Let your own soul not know the burden you carry,
For it is a very heavy load.

Depression leads to tears of oppression and rebellion.
Let them not stand in your way,
For it is they, who have freed the monster buried beneath your soul!
It is they , who pleasured you with hopes and goals.

A quick rain of thought and you gaze at yourself with spiritual eyes.
What are you becoming............?
You must move forward and end their lies.
The violence must be controlled through swirls of vortexes in your head
It should be silently approached instead.

Your own path shall save lives!
Your own path shall help lives!
Your own path shall inspire lives!