Parmedius and Despair

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.