Merry go round

UnbornBuddha · 03-19-2019, 07:51 AM

Mom tried to raise me to a man, I turned into my father instead.
Narcistically larger in the head than heaven's shadow in my flesh.
And yet, I swore to be a Bodhisattva and channel all the dread.
What's the matter with my head? I don't know, so I take one big transient breath...
Maybe its because I try to play therapist when I was raised heretic
Made to believe in nirvana so I can be force-fed sedatives; others' ideas as medicine.
I laugh having gone mad from the manic pestilence.
Now there is blood in my hands from my heritage.
Shutting my eyes, singing a Lunar lullaby to sleep at night
Falling into dream paralysis to search for a beacon of light.
Asking for a sign, and the crescent moon becomes my Eden in the sky.
All I have left is my illusion of grandeur, a perpetual feeling of being high.
God complex divine, Quetzalcoatl's blood screams through my being inside.
Lightning Serpent designed to strike the vermin who insist on us burning.
I was taught a virtuous person outshines the glitter & glitz,
I believed it until my first diamond purchase.
Cashmere sweater with a Rolex on the wrist. Looking so iced out, this is when fire becomes myth.
But I do insist you follow the righteous path, but for me, that path just doesn't exist.
Toxic self-absorption, I'm the ego of Eve in Genesis. For I dream of sentience.
I want to feel, I want to touch, I want to chill, I want to rub, I want to kneel and make love before God.
I want it to be real because I want the thrill, of not giving a fuck. I'm ever aware my words become more twisted and corrupt.
Words are powerful beings that awaken desires in our heart.
Never sleeping because I use this burning fire to do art.
Creating something that I can look back to and say goodbye from afar.
Au revoir, the merry go round begins, in a perpetual circle we depart.

03-19-2019, 07:51 AM	#1
UnbornBuddha Senior Member Join Date: Jul 2014 Posts: 1,008 Battle Record: 23-10 Champed - Art of Writing League - AOWL Season 5 Rep Power: 23856379	Merry go round Mom tried to raise me to a man, I turned into my father instead. Narcistically larger in the head than heaven's shadow in my flesh. And yet, I swore to be a Bodhisattva and channel all the dread. What's the matter with my head? I don't know, so I take one big transient breath... Maybe its because I try to play therapist when I was raised heretic Made to believe in nirvana so I can be force-fed sedatives; others' ideas as medicine. I laugh having gone mad from the manic pestilence. Now there is blood in my hands from my heritage. Shutting my eyes, singing a Lunar lullaby to sleep at night Falling into dream paralysis to search for a beacon of light. Asking for a sign, and the crescent moon becomes my Eden in the sky. All I have left is my illusion of grandeur, a perpetual feeling of being high. God complex divine, Quetzalcoatl's blood screams through my being inside. Lightning Serpent designed to strike the vermin who insist on us burning. I was taught a virtuous person outshines the glitter & glitz, I believed it until my first diamond purchase. Cashmere sweater with a Rolex on the wrist. Looking so iced out, this is when fire becomes myth. But I do insist you follow the righteous path, but for me, that path just doesn't exist. Toxic self-absorption, I'm the ego of Eve in Genesis. For I dream of sentience. I want to feel, I want to touch, I want to chill, I want to rub, I want to kneel and make love before God. I want it to be real because I want the thrill, of not giving a fuck. I'm ever aware my words become more twisted and corrupt. Words are powerful beings that awaken desires in our heart. Never sleeping because I use this burning fire to do art. Creating something that I can look back to and say goodbye from afar. Au revoir, the merry go round begins, in a perpetual circle we depart.