Endure what you can

 

 

 

 

 

Awakening your senses…

 

 

The Deceased Have No Place

 

What do we have here…?

Lost in life, complete vexation

Interest lost in destruction

Finalized is death

Ever is death inevitable

Try to escape, finished never

Outdoing the prison of life

Time exists to mark death

Having existed only from death

End comes near to life

Finished, complete, gone

Undone is life with nowhere to run

Lest death be undone

Lest life come for its due

Extraction is imminent

Stopping death is stopping life

Then deceased lives go to nothing

 

The Deceased Have No Place

Stopped in Your Tracks

Chasing the Belief of Nothing

The Dream Merchant

 

 

 

 

does not always come naturally

 

Chasing the Belief of Nothing

Stopped in Your Tracks

 

Coming to an end, seeing everything

Having all of the understanding

All the while not knowing truly

Something that lies beneath

 

Inevitability of death, always there,

Never keeping its eyes off the world

Gaining everything, losing nothing

The life of death keeps repeating

 

Having all that is needed, all and everything,

Everyone wants understanding

Belief that there is something truly

Ever knowing what lies beneath

 

Lies have always been, lingering

If ever there was something in the world

Ever something to believe in nothing

Finally life ceases repeating

 

Oncoming darkness, where is nothing,

Freedom from life and death itself

No longer accepting what is real

Obstruction of life comes into being

 

The life of something, just of nothing

Having not conformation in itself

Illness of life become disease real

Never understanding essence of being

Goodness lost in the belief of nothing

Playing your life, life before beyond     

Running through beliefs overshadowed

Everyone influencing you, conned

Stopped by snow of misunderstanding

 

Slowing sight, blurring vision, pushed on

If which is yours, uncontrollable

Naught but your enemy’s advantage

Gaining the upper hand, going on

 

Found in life, lost in mind, all is gone

Opposite your life, lies in wait, stalled

Ripping consciousness of life, control

What he has, not his no longer yours

 

All lost, stopped from contact, slipping from

Real life, into the past, seeing life

Done and gone, pried from love, life anew

 

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Why is everything everything

Why is nothing blank while blankness is something…

 

 

Questions asked from day to year are these.  What you request I cannot give.  Ask my father, for I am but his younger state.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

but for those who have become

 

 

The Dream Merchant

 

 

Taken past life, beyond consciousness,

Having everything taken by repose

Every time ending new

Destruction of existence at hand

 

Reaping the benefits lost in his worlds

Each day repeating the process

After each moment creating the dreams

Making his life from lost memories

 

Memories gone from mind, from consciousness,

Each past time gone as repose

Repose destroys the new

Completing the cycle through his hand

 

Having all lost from this world

And everything gone and destroyed in process

Nothing escapes the merchant of dreams

Taken from life are lost memories

 

 

 

 

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