Lost inside tiny skull kingdoms the spirits just laugh they don’t even listen I’ve gazed upon so many faces I thought I could see but I’m lost in the phases

Staying inside asleep on time no vacancy all taken see searching for spaces between multiple phases the door remains locked the eyes remain frozen

wake up and pick the mood of the day I cycle so fast I can't see to say I can't see to make the headway it takes to get to a place where the depth just feels safe

Groundwork magical head spaces from broken foundational traces of screams from devilish phases They allowed me to leave but this house is contagious

etc.

Letting out all of my demons while spilling out all of my being Heading in different directions still watching my own reflection

Mind the eyes in the master disguise; you're seeing the truth but feeling the lies.

Swim in a sea of lonely fragmented forms? Follow me in between gaps of isolated norms.

Looking for peace of mind? Come take a piece of mine.

Stars Above, Stars below. All that is over, under shall show. Happy who the riddle reads. ~ Alan Watts

Mind the eye.

Keep looking.

Hidden mystics thieve pretend personas to dance with the darkness and listen to its secrets.

And he sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night...

I don't remember which door I came in through, but I'm glad I stayed.

Everything has a secret soul, which is silent more often than it speaks.

Letting go of the ghosts embraced by an indifferent wind

Grand Illusions

Please knock before you tear apart my dream.

Ride the black wave.

Shatter the framework

Look to the master, follow the master, walk with the master, see through the master, become the master.

Look out for snakes in the symbolism Their venom wears a mask of wisdom

I don’t believe in the President, I don’t believe in politics. I still believe in the People, I still believe in the Message. Sales will tallied across my stores and proceeds will be donated to American Civil Liberties Union.

Line up your chakras, rally the mantras.

You will never be in control. You are a slave to creativity.

Brainwash yourself. Listen to the birds.

Travel lightly and wander, selfless, below the boundless unseen where the mystics lay rooted in truth while buried in lies. They point to the stars that laugh at those who only dream of waking up, trapped and oblivious in the unending and impossible human experience.

This may or may not have come from a dream I had.

The Process of Individuation.

Conjure your daemon to receive its blessing.