P1: What is my lineage in this earth ?
I beg to the nature to expose my sincere pathway.
Through countless mistakes I am nearing my solid middle path.
Lot of contact points; conscious nodes;
They all want to love me; lionize me; spade me ;
embrace me; embarrassed by me;
P2: Though and thoroughly I am trying to focus
my internal energy and zen effects towards Catholicism.
There should be a minimalistic road to faith.
Excess of worship can make belief and faith a mockery of god.
I don't want to follow that road; however evangelical it is.
P3: My road may be that of a camel; of polar bear;
or even of marching ants.At any cost, I don't want to be bipolar
to become a spider which is narcissistic in its own web.
It hails its drowned pathways and its glorified being in nothingness.
P4: I don't like to be a scared crow.
Yet I am the most scary and scared mind in the factory of life.
I want to be conscious up to the level of super-ego;
however I am a perfect unconscious being
with instinctual paradigms delving under fire.
P5: Now I know the distance from strike to a riot is very large
and animistic one. I pray for it not to become cannibals too either.
My pains are my dreams and they deliver and delve with pains too.
P6: Skin deep silence and sleep full of snails are the balms unlikely.
And I am shameful to say that dreams are my songs too.
Songs never cease to be uttered verses.
Poems does not crave for the words.
Words seldom are lost in translation.
Basically all were green; red and blue.
I beg to the nature to expose my sincere pathway.
Through countless mistakes I am nearing my solid middle path.
Lot of contact points; conscious nodes;
They all want to love me; lionize me; spade me ;
embrace me; embarrassed by me;
P2: Though and thoroughly I am trying to focus
my internal energy and zen effects towards Catholicism.
There should be a minimalistic road to faith.
Excess of worship can make belief and faith a mockery of god.
I don't want to follow that road; however evangelical it is.
P3: My road may be that of a camel; of polar bear;
or even of marching ants.At any cost, I don't want to be bipolar
to become a spider which is narcissistic in its own web.
It hails its drowned pathways and its glorified being in nothingness.
P4: I don't like to be a scared crow.
Yet I am the most scary and scared mind in the factory of life.
I want to be conscious up to the level of super-ego;
however I am a perfect unconscious being
with instinctual paradigms delving under fire.
P5: Now I know the distance from strike to a riot is very large
and animistic one. I pray for it not to become cannibals too either.
My pains are my dreams and they deliver and delve with pains too.
P6: Skin deep silence and sleep full of snails are the balms unlikely.
And I am shameful to say that dreams are my songs too.
Songs never cease to be uttered verses.
Poems does not crave for the words.
Words seldom are lost in translation.
Basically all were green; red and blue.
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