Contagious Realities

Does it ever end, I ask myself? I’m wandering around trying to justifying my means but really it ends up describing more. It’s not like I wanted an expansion, I rather keep it simplified.

It’s too late now though, I got sucked into the vibes. The everlasting is not easy to see, but it’s contagious. The doctors can’t fix me, my mind is too mental so I’m stuck in this reality.

No breaks, I can never crash cause it’s a never ending road. Stopping would mean an accidental incident, but nothing is coincidence. So I break my brakes, I never want to stop because it wouldn’t lead me.

Feed me rhythms, feed me trees. I want to stay lucid in all realities. Tunnels away, they spiral out of balance and so I try to straighten myself up but in an unsure manner.

Am I ever sure?? I’ll never know where the roads leads and I’ll probably fall, too. Falling but gravity will catch me while falling up will never stop. Sucked into the center of it all and dispensed in all the little particles that creates it all.

Conclusions are illusions so I tend to look past it. Too bad it isn’t meaningful when we finally have it. Breaking down the castles I spent so much time building. It ends up sparking fires in places I know it shouldn’t :)

Universal vibes

Stories repeated on and on. Freely standing with nothing pulling back, in the air
and on ground, loyalties surmount. I turn to see what surrounds me, the seeds
being planted and the leaves blowing endlessly. The winds howl in directions I
could never understand, developing ideas that later come in demand. It slowly
develops in the vastness of lands, just a drop of the ocean making its mark on the
sands.

The grand act that portrays many stories, my perspective and yours, but what’s
the start of it all; your core is my core. Yet all our scenarios happen at the same
moments, growing on separate branches of time. Monopolizing me, universally.
Each pattern forming its own quantum effect, visual by nature and creating ripples
of affection. Higher frequencies are being sound; rituals in my mind are suddenly
so profound.

This state of mind is forming different realities each time. My inner me reflects your
inner you, improvising endlessly is what leads me to be. Indifferent and always so in
bound, it rushes through it all leaving nothing behind and again to be found. The only
things I see are projections of what we think, buildings stand tall as we recall.
Collectively everything is caused because of how our influences are. Shaking away the
identities we attain and being consumed by our bodies’ beats. Bringing about waves,
being in tune with Earth’s material, we find ourselves captured by the winds. 

Sunday

So light, easy to elevate. The curiosity that rises alleviates me, I’m suddenly lost
unknowingly. The anticipation shivers down my spine; it holds me deviously, while
it stops time. Thoughts are meaningless in these scenarios, overlapping essences mix
in the air, forming the scents of just my kind. The attraction grows deeper as the
time inclines; I’m shown the fall is steeper once you cross those lines. But my mind
wanders in a disguise, leading always to a lustful surmise.

And there’s something about you, stranger. It compels me, to not know you, yet to
understand. Creatures of our actions, you improvise. Levels of annotation, illustrated
by the way you move, the best actors always stay true. Unspoken words becoming
provoked actions, dancing in this never ending tune. The drive thrusts me further after
pulling me closer, I remain where I stand wandering away at the limitless scenarios
that encompass me today.

Autumn

Pressure points, stretched out. A mischievous mind acts out > hidden all around,
but the projections of our thoughts create it all. Different versions of you remind
me of the scent I once knew. Through the crowds we all escape but there are only
few who are fully awake. The matters of the tribe floating with the winds into the land,
the seasonal change opens us up to the traces that were left. Flourishing in the open
and always out for the chase, the never ending to where it leads is everywhere we see.

To run in the fields of nothing, to feel the touch of something, skin on skin everything.
Motionless in thought, the resistance could never be fought. Flowing in, the fields full
of vision, the silence grew. Collectively, everything synchronized and the leaves fall in
the spots they choose. Raw and vivid, I can never forget this time but it will always be
repeated. Autumn colors show, in a reaction to actions, a never ending pattern of growth.

Days/Daze

Suspended in midair, its almost fraudulent. Each second is noticeable
and there’s no way of stopping it. Roaming endlessly, finding a way to
blend in, reluctantly. Each day we live cautiously, to be careless is in the
depths of the other reality. To be noticed creates our parallel, easy to dismiss,
inclined to attention, our indirection helps make it submissive. The sphere
that captures us within, doesn’t allow us to escape. We live in a manner of
shedding skins, a day older, a day closer, a day, moreover.

The waves crash, a collision elapse. Orbital circles, never ending in a trance.
Awake in an ellipse, the contrary definitely exists. The rich shades of each
difference, relevant now than they’ve ever been. The illusionary sounds that
accompany the views are vibrant and elude. Rushing light speed in everything
I see escaping me. But the places it led were all in my head.

Incognito

Mass consumption is over feeding, over population is never ending and we’re
running out of ways to reverse where our outcomes are leading. Green
companies appear green with greed, not living up to what they say, reputation
is always something to mislead. No transparency, the world bleeds dry of its
honesty, labels drive what money can buy and those who are enriched with
demand offer themselves to the bidder with the highest hand. Nationalistic
enthusiasm shuts off information on the outside, governments thrive on your
ignorance, so easy to abide, your potential minimalized. Leaks of information
stay hidden, and procrastination strengthens while the signs are around,
subliminally sound.

A country amongst many on a planetary scope, ethnocentricity is the electric
current that makes the world lope. Myths come from fact, and that knowledge
is dope. Organized crime leads to organized chaos, governments proceed to
make the pay offs. Systematic revelations, carefully thought out to bring about
things in disguise, antidotes that give birth to new diseases that bureaucracy
provides. Anarchy proclaims, resistance interferes the mandates that were never
properly aimed. The damage never ends, and luckily the youth serves as collateral.
Joining the army for a better life and protecting nations that posses you through its
strongest spell pushes further into that lateral.

Majestic times unfold in the middle of it all, actions carry their reactions to ripples
that are taken far. The seeds were planted to bring a fall, the cracks in the foundations
redesigned it all. Superiority stands in the utmost silence from where the disorder came,
deviance formed in a concentrated dose, from all directions pandemonium arose. Each
individual made their choice, to surmise the outcomes of its environmental filth, to no
longer be puppets in silence and make some noise. All in a manner of which to flatter,
the ones that control so that they wouldn’t know and to continue to grow, underneath the
mind-state that continues to contaminate. To proceed means to lead, changing the scape
indirectly. Like a common mosquito, unnoticed and forever incognito.

States of bliss

To emphasize what I realize every time only makes
sense to me chaotically. The mesmerized states of mind,
run fluent in me, specifically only when I'm running out
of time. Chasing only what I can never see, to find the
essence that would forever releave me. But it is always
just a chase, in search of something I could never keep,
the overlapping boarders ran too deep.

It rushes down my spine and to my feet, feeling the Earth
that's always been stable beneath. Patternized bliss overwhelms
me. A forgetful mind I try to be, only to create the surprises
that escape reluctantly. To see with clear eyes and no filtering,
allows it to all run freely. Labels merging into one, different
reactions established, simultaneously. Every thing and nothing,
bursting out of the scope of things and emerging out of the
depths of filth that contaminate our lives.

Vibrations

In the realms of nowhere, the vibrations relapse, as if it always existed
but were hidden. Like a secret that I knew one day I could no longer keep.
Consistently it elapsed, drowning out everything, except the stillness from
whence it came. Some gave it labels, in the hopes to create borders, but
nothing could be defined by just a name. It was too much of it all to be able
to tame.

Slow in its pace, to reach frequencies that would never cease to phase.
A disturbed mind would be the only reason to incline. But to stop in reaction
would mean to totally demise. No break points to analyze. Causing the defect
is just the disguise to get away with wandering eyes. And then again the
vibrations arise. A never ending flow that's always improvised. The master
mind that lives only to devise.

Reaching every peak and every depth, to continue to sustain connections
never kept. Playing the rhythms to forever be kept awake, always finding
ourselves in quakes we ourselves made. The sequences were never hidden,
to release into it makes it effortless to create.

Race

Impatient and in wanderlust, always seeking through the words I've
written and its hits me every time. The abyss upon me, it thrusts.
The sounds that accumulate to create the beats makes me lust for
the rhythms that run deeper. Disrupting the vast oceans in a manner
to combust.

Distilled for only a while, but the ebb and flow of tides abide.
Washing away the ripples in continuation, like diamonds in the rough
that ripen. Shedding away to make the weight lighten. The shapes
formed are acute and surmise in, define in, an endless mind of
defiance.

To fit into nothing, means everything. The patterns once made
continue to form and erase. Time creating all that space, a timeless
phase and an eternal chase. Keeping up when reality is laced with
tainted perceptions misplaced. The story creates and also re-creates
only within your own pace. To realize is what awakens us from
the race.

The Human - Race

Reminiscences

There are some things that I can never forget, a continued reminiscence
of what I always suppressed. The broken down pieces that were dissolved
out of my mind. And I will never forget how it illustrated my thoughts,
in the most simplest ways I remembered each memory I've caught. To
understand that it could never fulfill what the moments left behind. The
remembrances of a like-kind.

The familiarities of nights, of the silly times, of the seconds that were
never counted, but were meaningful each time.The craziness that was
spilled upon the blank pages, they re-created stories that were set in stone.
The scenarios that made it all fall in tune, throwing away every detail and
following that flow of mine.

Like a sharp discriminant, I always knew its prominence. In me, apart of
me, in everything, and clearly. An extension of its dominance, I could never
react otherwise, the unfolding reactions created relevance. And in this maze,
it didn't phase me, but it brought eloquence. Growth was evident. And the
only thing I couldn't get past, was the lack of patience that I couldn't grasp.

In the midst of every city block, to resist the calamity of every shock, and
the stability that was always mocked, never was able to release - in a
mentality that was forever locked.

In the improvisations it flourished, the chaos from then on was encouraged.

Reciprocation

The glances made me think of the instances, caught me at
a glance but at just the glimpses. To compensate in which we
lack, something you'd definitely have a knack. Reaching the
perfect balance - we resonate. Energy you can't separate.
Within our depths, to dive into the unknown starts with that
step. To create the shatter, means to shake our matter. What
we're made, we can relate. Opposed, syn-chronologically,
each phrase, happening chronologically. To witness the mess,
in realization of its finesse.

The chaos in us, we use to mesmerize each in their own outlets
- to help simplify. The meanings of moments to emphasize,  in
the  beautiful mirage we humanize. In the infinitum, we remember
the essence of momentum. To stop thought in order to rise our
expectations, spontaneous with our creations, we surpass the
borders of our limitations.

Prime

I couldn't let it be, I always knew. Endlessly, I
threw away all my observations, cause it was too
easy, so I ignored it carelessly. Before I couldn't
come through. I couldn't realize myself, I couldn't
go beyond the perceptions of all of you.

And yes, it was provoking me too. Effortless now,
imagine if I tried. I just had to let loose, but I hold
back cause I have to play my part in Act II. A
wanderer in the world, passing through and never
settling now. I could never get lost, though I
always wondered how. Meeting people in all those
phases, learning things that never faded. Yet, I
always tried to hold myself. The loss of control, I
always craved it.

Learning that everyone's on the surface, and its hard
not to notice. So I try to abide, but the problem is that
I even try. Instead I taste the sublime and get distracted
by life in especially these times. Where I have to pretend
to be fine, while the surface holds so much grime. To
let go means something different each time, and that's
the beauty of it. Impermanence pushes me every time,
and each day I'm in my prime.

Moments

Taking the moments for granted, because there's too much to say.
I couldn't let all the words out. Distracted by the notions from
today. Flashbacks consume my mind, and I'm trying to let them
go each time.

So it can once again surprise my thoughts. I want to indulge in
it, but I don't want to get caught. I'm trying to disconnect from
what I expect. It mesmerizes me, my reality I need to redirect.

And I know my perspective must stay objective, but it makes
it harder when each second turns it subjective. The music fuels
the sequence, patternized bliss deepens. So there's no point in
resistance, go with the flow in rhythmic persistence.

Layers

In crowds we roam, to feel security within our confined minds. A common
dinominator we tend to find. Being comfortable only in our surroundings,
but realize, we belong in everything. To adapt our thoughts means losing them
too. Jailed in perceptions, waiting to leak through. Similarities in differences,
links we experience in the instances. Reaching further in order to reach the
unlimited.

Thoughts started to synchronize, peeling away the layers in order to recognize.
I began to run everything through my mind, but these instances, they couldnt
be analyzed. The more I started to look outside, labels started to drop and
clarity began to wildly emphasize. Engulfed, allowing it to all let go. Minds
are finally able to ignite.

Shedding away the layers of identification. The immensity to feel this much
with no hestitation. Meshing into eachother's perceptions. The whole world
is displaying nothing but our reflections.

Singularity
Behavior, actions, thoughts
All the same
Constantly sane

Your outlook showed
And it always evoked
Eyes that ignited
I couldn't fight it

Skies were lightened
Clouds weren't tightened
The grass seemed greener
Because we jumped deeper

All I remember
Was how it all started last summer
All our behavior, once tamed
Threw it all, to be unnamed

Feel

Each on the frequencies
That defines you with no hesitation
The kind that has no limitation
I'm inclined to your kind of vibration

Raw in your manner
Your every move making me stammer
So eluded, yes I've concluded
That there's nothing else that matters

No one else like you
As there is no one like me
Existing freely, without identity
The essence is knowingly a mystery

Always tasting the forbidden
My enticement lays in the infinitum
There is no way to learn this
Indulge in inexplicable momentum

State of mind

Sinking in and out
Of my perceptual construction
Locked in my own reality
Creating every second to try and find the clarity

Getting close, but going further
Every realization opens a realm of others
Each situation ripened, sour and also sweet
Always struggling to find the meaning beneath

Waiting for it, never knowing if it'll come at all
Feeling the singularity in this state of mind
Makes the acceptance greater
Always, dropping everything one at a time

Empty your mind

So I guess it's been a while since I've written a new blog post, I'm not the most committed person haha.. but somethings have been eating away in my mind.. things that I've been experiencing for a while but didn't express it for the lack of understanding I'd get for it. But here goes..

Mental Models, we grow up with them to chronologically make sense of our lives. We understand through former perceptions and learn how to categorize things so it can all come together a bit easier, I guess humans don't like to use much of their brain power.

Classifications and boarder-line associations, all because you took the word of an external source. The most genuine form of learning is experiencing, not taking someone else's opinion on it. But it takes more than just a theoretical analysis: CAN YOU FEEL WHATS GOIN ON? -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtrVrVulBE8&feature=autoplay&list=PL1FF42FEF675AFA2D&playnext=1

No judgements or comparisons to past associations, can we really do it? Can we really be free in the midst of all this chaos? Mental Models differ per culture, your nationality comes along with a set of mannerisms, which ultimately define who you are.. easily placed in the widths of your labeled identity. Don't be just one thing, be everything, all at once. Simultaneously consistent, create definition. Not being stubborn within your labeled perception is going to allow you to connect with more people, people that seem worlds apart. Connections are based on the most intrinsic details of yourself which is personal, non- commercial, which makes you feel like you. To find those details in another, create bonds that go beyond who you are on paper. Take every moment like you do each breath, for the sake of survival, use your instincts and feel the movement of the flow in which we're all in.

Blank pages evoke creativity, a spontaneous and unpredictable essence. Like emptying your mind, freely experiencing things beyond your limitations. With no need, with no meaning or desire, only to create because it suits the moment. Laugh, because its all just a moment in a play that is about life. Are you blindly playing a role or writing the script?

Stranger

You hear that familiar sound
The kind you tried to forget
It sparked the emotions
That once, you couldn't resist.

Fearing without it
It was just a trial at best
Life was never trivial, like before
Quiet, in the suburban mess

The crooked smile
That held many secrets
Consumed me one more time
Things never faded, we needed resets

Running, but running to it
Pushing, but pulling towards it
Knowing, but forgetting it
Indulging, completely into it.

Never ending tastes
That made its appearances
When the rest turned their face
Only for you, to reach

Enslaved in our routine
Provokingly unseen
The risk to escape
Tasted always, bittersweet

Essence

Far to reach
The field seems plain
The grass is green and plenty
The air hallows out the empty

Instances of belief
Unexplainable stitch left in situations
That you can no longer escape
Accumulated somethings, all in one place

An exhausted mind
To refer all the time
Flashbacks of that one time
Recurring lucid in my dreams

I can never remember
Breathing air of each new day
And I chase
The essence left behind

Reformations

Transfusions of disaster
Only spark ever after
Re-creation alters
Different angles located
Pressure points fixated

No wasted time
Consequently, it gets harder
To attain the consistency
Knowing it must be
Releasing ambiguity

Existence

It's funny when you know how people get so influenced by the impressions around them, they look when they shouldn't, they taunt themselves when they know they'll regret it later. Why bother? They bother because everyone else does, to understand others means following their actions. Ironically, this takes you further from yourself, try understanding yourself first. If that were the case, you wouldn't need to look when you shouldn't, you'd be respectful to another whether they show you the same courtesy or not. Minding your own business allows you to actually focus on your own shit, making it something worth value rather than something that's just worth a quick glance.

However, your lack of realization jails you. You are stuck watching others and in comparison you will never be the same. It's not meant to be, to mimic another, and you see no other escape. Stuck in a pity full existence, mixed with assumptions derived from influences - you shed yourself in the process.

Being a third person observer, it kinda pains me to see all this happen, the lack of freedom that occupies people's minds. As much as you want to change something, the circumstances must be ready for the change. Until then, be water, and flow.

Samsara (Sanskrit) - The perpetual flow of realization which causes suffering, taking in both positive and negative acknowledgment resulting in the formation of new perspectives and propelling you further into different realms of existence through adaptation and change.

So, be the change this week and have a great Monday! xo

(In)sane

Understanding it is like pushing it to the limit
This kind of knowledge only happens through experience
To grasp the meaning of every shift
Influencing the direction
All part of the equation
You controlling the outcome

Disastrous, yet you continue
The realization gets stronger
And your impact calls on more danger
Your reactions could withstand no longer
But you force it till it hurts

Your reality, masked
Can anyone notice?
So true to the rest, you believe it yourself
Hidden, yet revealed.
Saving you is what's driving you (in)sane