You think your thought is modern
Because it knows how to act in culture!
Take from the place thoughts come from,
Where Everything is known.
The Unknown.
Despair is returning to nothing
And not knowing what to do with it.
It’s an idea of an idea itself
So it seeks what it already is.
The Unknown.
The crazy thing is
Everything makes sense.
Nothing is wasted,
Nothing is ever known.
The Unknown.
The beauty of acting
Is that you absorb
The present in all it’s forms.
You’re always waiting to know yourself.
The Unknown.
A guilty man awaits the thrill of death,
The difference between woman and man
May just be the first question they ask,
Uniting perfectly in opposite.
The Unknown.
Woman Expresses and a Man asks —
What came first, we’ll never know —
Or is this just the effect of language
On thought? Yes…the key out of here.
If one thinks about it
Rather than trying to trick themselves
They’d realise a question
Is an expression and an expression is not only a question.
Man has contrived an ego from language
And he lives in it —
Notice the feeling and
What’s beyond all thought.
The Unknown.
All we know is our mother
And so our fantasy of the unknown
Is shrouded in her love —
But wipe her from it, wipe you from it
Wipe you wiping the wiping away of it!
Thought is an expression of love,
A Grade to see itself, but by
Virtue of itself, it can be anything,
Feeling despair because it feels
The reaction to what it means to another belief.
The Unknown.
People fall into despair when they believe
Truth is only exclusive to them — a saviour
Is a person who understand that exclusivity
Truth can never be exclusive, thus in a
Transformation he sacrifices his ego
By showing everyone they are him
— It is the power to perceive this as lonely
Which sustains this idea, we embody
from the Reaction a personality
And react to it’s feelings created
By thought from feeling — it exists!
And we think we’re the only one…
Your dream is every one\'s dream,
Never be controlled by fear,
There will always be a form
Of loneliness for the idea of
Lonely exists — for this feeling to be
And stay, it has to be everlasting
And thus this ever-lasting is liberty,
Anxiety is believing this liberty is slavery.
The Unknown.
We want to feel the love we think we can never acheive again
Either because if we do it negates it but this negation
Is only creation which is why it’s love, love starts before it end, that is
All the stuff you’re moaning about for being the same
Is always going to be the same, so use it! I AM LOVE!
The Unknown.