Conquests of reality and truth

Over the course of this blog and the subsequent writings during the trip I will be including short to very long unannounced poems that may or may not help you visualize where I exist in the moment. No explanations will be given, just do your best to put it in you.

Trusting the desire and lust filled past will continue battling for a lasting conscious revisit, heart in transit to hands its demands are clear and focus materializes only the souls command now
Pouring summer to fall and all of the emotions that come with fall fall upon me like a refreshing mist
The mystery and tests for me rake up years of far reaching deep planted fear and failure from my past
Mostly superficial, all of it jarring, peeling back the scars and tempting re-entry
Reaching is over now, how many ex-girlfriends have to contact you over the course of two weeks for you to realize you are leaving your former plateau
Most importantly leaving what you know
Leaving that scattered confused existence of your past
Conquests of reality and truth now
Leaving the static reality and the diluted truth
No more youth for diluted truth, the only tragedy is static reality
May the universe continue to test me
May spring coerce my dreams to bloom as if all of the previous years were april showers

All too often we find ourselves driving this vessel of ours with our brain thinking that what we are told is best, is best for us. Society, media, government, law enforcement, corporations, your boss, your parents, friends, significant other... all of these things believe in some way that they know whats best for you and most often we find ourselves greatly influenced by these stimuli. Rhetoric, nonstop passive influence. This is your brain at work, a diligent little freak passing around actions synapse by synapse closing you in on your hierarchy of needs.

Oh comfort, you are our enigma. Musing us all towards you like moths to a flame with little knowledge of your true nature. Only when thrown deep into utter chaos does one find the redemption of your sweet nectar pleasurable. The rest of your worthy existence plays the same modulation as a prison sentence.

My hopes and dreams are all served there

Howling children with no cross to bare yet remind me of what I could strive to be

Innocent again

Blind to the crooked bends of what life lends you true to your self and wealth is of no concern

Why not burn it all down 

Burn what we know

Fire lives in infamy for cleansing the impure entity

So why not burn it all down and return to the once so lovely that we have perverted? 

Polluting what we need

Greedy inglorious ignorance will beget the death of our children 

The wilting regret of your spirits loss of vessel, freedom, only restrained by your new found regret

Fondness for what's left