When the light leaves the horizon it rises again effortlessly.
There's a lie covered in mystery and confusion.
And when it changes, it'll be nothing, nothing at all.
Its just one form to another.

If only I know what was real, what is real?

"We weren't put on this planet to be happy."

                                             -Linaeth

If you read this it might or might not make any sense.

Is the world possibly a bleak wasteland, stripped of love, and desire? Or a light filled rainbow of bliss, filled with drive? With such a limited view how could I ever know? If any of this is really real, as anyone could tell me it is. Am I looking too deep or not? Of course I never seek a blunt answer from anyone but wish to find it with my own eyes. For people can and often lie, concealing and obscuring the truth and themselves. They can and I am noticing shadow the world with a false sense of protection that may eventually lead to a pointless catastrophe.

I often wonder if I mean anything I say, or if my personality is truly not my own but an accumulation of information derived from others. (Unfortunately manipulated and fearful and intern myself becoming so.)

The range of my awareness is not up to par with the world. As much it is limited to a personal shear of perception. So how can I ever guide anyone ever at all? Since I have no idea about the world at all? After all I am only told what I know for the majority. The world is shown to me through the abilities of the possible polluted personalities and gluttons, however this is entirely subjective and in all actuality it could be very well shown in a very honest manor. However I also know how easily people have been swayed in the past and the power of fear and how most yield to such a thing. For fear, even a crack in the wall can completely rip to the fortress to shreds, and incinerate it altogether.

I may have no other way than to pierce through the flesh and smoke to see the essence of that which is. To know if I am doing such a thing must be a possibility but to arrive at such a possibility might be a task I am unsure I am prepared for. This could result in me not being prepared at all.

I don’t care for biases, that is to say, if God is introduced in an explanation to extract the information that is for what it is. Not for what I wish it to be for that is not the truth and could hinder me from the answer. If it is Buddha, or Lord Ganesha or anything that may resemble anything is quite possible completely irrelevant in the highest form, it will only limit me from understanding the information. Therefore I will only take information for what it is. Theology or cooking, it is all the same.

I can not tell if I am out of control? Or am I in so much more control than I ever thought?

http://www.wright.edu/cola/descartes/mede.html

I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers' souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes, testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end, crippling our communication

I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame, it doesn't mean I don't desire
To point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

The poetry that comes from the squarin' off between
And the circling is worth it, finding beauty in the dissonance

There was a time that the pieces fit but I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow and strengthen our communication

Cold silence has
A tendency to
Atrophy any
Sense of compassion

Between supposed brothers
Between supposed lovers

I know the pieces fit, I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit, I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit, I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit, I know the pieces fit