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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
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