Humans are fraught with errors

Don’t let your errors overwhelm you,

Nor a lens thru which you see the world.

Strength can over come any hardship

And turn your struggles into pearls.

All is becoming. What are you becoming?

Strengthen will, shine reason on emotion

And live simply in practical wisdom.

Thought, word and deed

Aligned with the essence,

Open the door to opportunity, chance and the smallest possibility

And the universe has your back

In less then nano seconds.

Out of the darkness is light.

The light is refracted into a rainbow.

All colours and vibrations break down,

Into a myriad other shapes and sounds

Puzzling to the mind lost in its own identity,

Locked in a self made box of a well known enemy.

Animal by nature, features well out of character,

Endurance and stamina reflects its true stature.

John London

Never Stop Dreaming

Dream the highest ideals.

Imagine the impossible as nothing.

Work on how your reality feels,

With blood, sweat and tears, and no bluffing.

Fear not the weak,

Find strength from negative thoughts.

Steer your course away from petty causes,

Seek the valley of darkness alone,

On armoured values and words from horses.

Calm, share your ruthless truth

Not for praise nor blame,

Love all that which fate binds you,

With all your heart & soul the same.

Now we are free to imprison our souls

Sold my soul to the Devil,

She gave me a heart stone cold.

Howling on a whole moon light,

She’s prowling to devour souls that have just been sold.

Haunted by demons,

I’m a psycho path fucking a holy whore.

Bowing to others Expectation?

No, expectations a Bitch, that I’m sticking my fingers in and slapping,

Till in a fit, pissing myself, excited in a laughing Stitch.

My addictions like that second skin I can’t help but scratch,

To resist the uncontrollable urge to itch,

I fever, convulse and twitch.

Persisting in her sharp taunts

She flaunts her genitaler,

Reduced in vocabulary

I’m breaking the rules as if I were a failure.

Razor to my main vein I’m dead inside anyway.

With a razor to my vein

I’m dead inside anyway.

Caught in a nightmare,

With no control of the outcome,

Left in my bed to rot to dead,

So why bother with the how come?

Immortalizing self,

What a petty mans game.

I’m living for Now eternally,

I've already forgotten my name.

No longer walking between Birth and Death,

Confined by DNA.

Even though I still breathe a breath,

The Sun’s taken mine away.

Eating my food alive,

Ruled in a extremely pious way,

Forced by a Super Natural Instinct,

Now Feeling is Reason’s prey.

No more screaming confusion and doubt,

No more looking for away out.

Now with extra sensory hearing,

The quiet background radiation I constantly hear shout.

Cause and effect under control by simple timing,

Standing with the Universe in mind to the Multi I’m aligning.

Allied with will, imprisoned even more still

If I say I can’t anymore, to myself, I’ll be lying.

Living it first hand,

No longer cursed and

No longer blessed.

I’ve forsaken God and Mankind and

To the Devil I’m his best.

Chose my own direction on the Cross Road,

All for the price of a measly soul sold.

John London