open up your mind like you wake and
raise your eyelids;
blessed to inhale another conscious breath;
the core of the source to govern the soul to unfound,
untold, realms
where evil is an absence and love is abundant,
is that reality or some form of majestic fantasy;
visions in my mind's imaginary sanctuary;
keeping my subconscious temporarily buried
beneath the rubble of factitious
constraints of a wicked society;
destined to destroy its own anomaly;
Open up your spirit and become one
with your soul's essence;
can you feel it?
dig deep within the center of the core
of the nucleus of your being;
can you view it's image?
a state of utopia without opium;
called to the shine like a candle
during medieval times,
burning from both ends;
gradually headed toward the end of the line;
Open up you consciousness before
your wick no longer exist;
harmony, equality, morality, and tranquility
seems to be a false vision, a mirage,
just a dream, a figment of my elaborate
imagination in a nation that provokes
war for monetary gain,
killing thousands for more change$;
the wealthy and spoiled too consumed with themselves
to be concerned about the people,
maybe i should stop speaking...
...nah, if i did that the conspiracy
will never be revealed to the mentally concealed;
the washed brains of our society
walking blind by choice;
even though the truth is, nowadays,
more visible, maybe even tangible
but folk would much rather live
plush then to be satisfied with
a little bite more that enough;
like crack slanger's don't know when to exit the game;
fast change$ blinds logical thoughts like mental blocks;