Perspective

Call this life what you wish,
be the editor of your story ,
live your dream
or make it desert dull by letting it become routine
but know that you live it on your own perspective.

Religion is the most efficient method of control and the most successfully fabricated lie.
Either that or it's the entity that gives the heart motif to beat and the mind reason to wonder why?
But In my mind, probabilities and chance battle miracles for the prize of my faith, but miracles tend to lose the war when they are unarmed with hope.
Like I'm certain of my death I believe in the goddess that is Mother Nature and her brilliant creation that is love.
I can't say it just dawned on me.
It was more of a surprise
like high noon to a drunkard
that
love isn't a product of humans;
it isn’t a product of the brain when it partially loses sanity but that it truly is the soul recognition of its counterpart, some foreign force the brain cannot explain to the heart…

That selfish rouge metronome. ..

perspective

maybe morals are residuals of a concept that was once pure and true, not sabotaged by lies.
Or it's our favorite excuse for the things we cannot explain or take responsibility for because we are slaves of our emotions.
we provide the bars to our own cell by letting irrational ideologies govern our minds

it's all a matter of perspective

The glass is not half empty it's half full
if you are not living then you are slowly dying
stop lying
cut the hard-line
I'm stingy with mine so if time was my currency then I’m not tossing my dime
It makes sense (cents)
every second counts hence
wasting it comes at the expense of precious time.

Do not see my perspective as bleak
Please listen to the words I speak

You call it sunrise
I call it magic
I watch the ocean spit out a golden flame
The sphere of fire emerges from its swim when dawn calls its name
The night bled red into the water and stained the black canvas with blends of orange and yellow
In awe I smile greeting beauty with a soft spoken “HELLO”
I promise I am not pessimistic
But at night I find I’m comforted by death when I count billions of extinguished lives that are stuck in dark void
Call me paranoid
But I can hear their last confession
as
The moon calls the lovers out for one more session

Keep up take my hand if I’ve lost you in the wonderlands of my mind
But through cerebral masturbation im getting off on imagination and creativity is my ejaculation
shit,im having wet dreams
Maybe I dream too much of the milk and honey land
Where despite our differences people can walk hand in hand
Feet sinking into the sand and love is the universal language we can all understand
So when we speak love translates itself in verse, lyrics for my heart, the one man band
It’s all a matter of perspective