Do you see through this facade we call life?
Can you look through your reality to see the truth?
This blind faith creates deception without fear
Fearing not what we accept as genuine. Perhaps, the naive nature of followers unites us through the means of stupidity. As we cling to Ideals of freedom and justice. This freedom we are told we have, and forced to value. Which in its depth restrains us from our innate desires. What protects us destroys us. Justice, which we believe brings sanctity and retribution, Merely controls one by means of fear and humiliation. If you took the time to look through the smoke screen, Would you accept the challenges it sets upon your psyche? Do you have the resilience to question all you hold sacred? Would you crumble as the truth revealed its self to you? Imagine the terror in ones eye, when all at once you learn your entire existence is a lie. Your led like cattle to water, with no greater purpose than obedience. Suddenly you see the cage that has been there all along, And your locked within it. There is no way out, Seeing this new reality, changes nothing but your mindset. You are locked into this cycle and now seeing is believing. The truth by no means is relieving. Can you live life by your own rules?
Can you escape what you now know systematically tears you apart? In your mind you are free, With in your head enlightened. Yet your vessel remains within the grasp of a society with no intention but to use it. Your power, is not yours. It is given for the means of manipulation.
Freedom is found within and remains within. Never will your body be free. For as long as you draw breath you must live by another mans Ideals, The conflict they say, is in your head. Blind faith you are told is the key.
Ask no questions, be told no lies. Try to live again, try to breathe…Are you living? Whose breath feels your lungs? These questions will forever encircle your mind.
You will never be the same.

--Jennifer-Marlene


Constant questions flow through the minds of all who’ve Chosen to see the world through my eyes. True or false, real or fake, staged or factual, fiction or actual? The questions build in your mind as you study each move in an attempt to define. What lies beneath the surface seems to amuse all who’ve chosen to be confused. Chosen to question, dared to ask, if all they see is merely a mask. Covering reality so smoothly set in, this life we walk through with yet a foolish grin. Accepting ignorance for so long because for challenges we must be strong. Able to define words previously known as something acceptable now your mind roams. Changing the meaning it all seems so fragile, now these words seem to unravel. With meanings so deep, so deep and concise, they change the world and you scrambling like mice looking for something yet none can suffice. With new eyes you see, with changed thoughts you think. The old memories slowly sink down very deep, into a place that is tattered broken and cheep. This place where you once lived without question nor care, where sleep was a commodity as common as air. Sleep now a battle, your eyes open wide. Flinching in fear, what each dawn will bring is now so unclear. Poking and prodding, in attempts to unveil a reality that seems so unreal. Looking in the eyes of those who don’t hear, don’t hear your mind screaming as they come near. To tell them what your dying to say would be to enlighten them or push them away. People like birds enjoy their flock, they want to stay close and outsiders they mock. The matters that intrigue your mind would set them in shock. They’d never find peace in this confusing ordeal. Most chose to walk blindly through life excepting reality as everything right. Believing there’s nothing more than they see, knowing their told all that will be. Justice and faith will keep them at ease, there’s nothing to fear when you believe Awakening to new worlds new thought and desires is not for all it sets lives on fire. Facades for some are chosen reality, its better than questioning your own sanity. The sanctity of tradition holds so much intact to break it would be like turning your back, on all who’ve loved you on all who’ve tried to define life’s mysteries one question at a time. The answers so common, detail so brief, somehow feeling cheated you slumped in your seat. Storing the information somewhere inside wondering if they knew they lied. Questioning the truth began as an early game do they know that I know was the name of that game. Does she know that I see through her? Does she know I’m not scared? Does she really accept this little charade? Might she question her answers in another time or place, or for her do these answers truly define? So, I’ve set out to find some answers for me ones I can accept and somehow believe. Constructing my reality is yet a slow task, but it allows me to take off this mask.

--Jennifer-Marlene