Smile for Me
By Jeffrey Knoble, Jr.
Let the rain come down, wash away this pain down the drain to purify my thoughts so I don’t go insane. Let the rain come down, let the sun peak out to clear the clouds of consciousness dissipating my foggy vision. Just smile for me, smile so long to manifest abundance bringing positivity for my life permanently. Vibrate and think deep manifesting my thoughts into reality, the past is the past, cracks throughout the rearview mirror filled with suffer and regret that I need never to last. Just smile for me, wash away the pain, kiss the scars that have driven me insane. Let the rain come down, to purify this rage mixed with suicidal ideology, mental illness deceiving my clarity. I’m confused! This age is not my age, as I look in the mirror hating everything that stares back at me. Just smile for me, shed the false reality into the microcosm I want to be. The freedom of those in my future, releasing me out into the world as a teacher, reprogramming the ones living in a false reality that I once lived. Just smile for me just be there for me, uncorrupt my brain, lift me out of the gutter where I presently be. This mental is scattered with thought, permanent scars, toxic brain waves induced by drug abuse and illness from my DNA. Obsessively compulsive thinking thoughts needing to put a bullet through my brain. I’m tired and need sleep, the sleep I need to be the reincarnation reset button to escape this reality. Typing in a cheat code to vanish this sentence trapping me in this microcosm permanently. Just smile for me, everything will be okay, let the rain wash away the pain, rewrite your future and forgive yourself so it doesn’t drive you insane. Easier said than done. My life’s been in vain, hurting the ones that tried to help constantly pushing them away. Now I’m trapped in this cage for the remainder of my days, living only as a systematic slave. Just smile for me, the lessons on this journey are to be kind to yourself, love yourself physically and internally on the darkest days, go deep within the brain to seek the light that will push you through. My only friend that will be there to the very end loving me infinitely until we take our last breath. So my internal voice keeps saying, just smile for me, just smile for me, just smile for me. So I smile and maintain.
Tears of a Lifer
By Jeffrey Knoble, Jr.
It’s the tears of a lifer, trapped in the abyss of never-ending waiting with false hope that keeps people going on. It’s the never-ending cycle of the clock with no hands and the illusion that time will heal a man. It’s the nihilism of the empty man, the blank stare that’s conditions himself against all pressures. It’s the cage of the soulless vessel of the ghost in the shell and the shell that is ghost less. It’s the mind and body that’s adapted to the conditions of the abyss wandering darkly. The odds stacked against where the house always wins, the seed of the poisonous tree, the teachings as a child that’s made him incapable to see past the streets. It’s the cultural teachings that manipulated and diminished the thought of freedom. The societies that boxed you out into the microcosm that was meant to be a part of their plan into the conspiracy fact to shut out all freedom of individuality, to conform to the masses or be cast out by the sheep. But it’s just the tears and the thoughts of a lifer, just got to stay strong, maintain until I weather the storm. I’m just living in the matrix, of never-ending déjà vu, where the past repeats and the days are the same but a different date. It’s the clock on the wall with no hands, counting down for no man, not rehabilitating with plans, into the thought that one day I will be free? But what is free? Free from the body that governs the mind, freedom of thought, freedom of self, the mind that’s ready to transcend into the greatness of thyself, peace.
Insanity
By Jeffrey Knoble, Jr.
Roaming around these tunnels of insanity, where the past repeats and the motion of déjà vu constantly moves in a circle. There are multiple cracks in the concrete, where the flowers try to grow but the oppression blocks the light and they die at the seed. It’s the forgotten society of the faceless, the man who once had a face but no longer because that’s what he embraced. It’s the imbalance of the thought process, where he’s stuck and volunteers his own nails for his coffin. It’s the ideology of social media, the teaching and the upbringing that brainwashed all his senses. So it’s the love that is loveless, the motion that is motionless, the home that is homeless, into the face that is blank because it suffers from insanity. Stuck in the turn of the system, where it turns to the road but the destination is the beginning, the new world of another prison, where you roam the halls trying to make sense of your existence. The bright days are the darkest, but as the night falls it’s the peace of mind that he embraces. The quiet, relaxing dreams that reminded him of childhood memories where he didn’t know about insanity, about the cracks in the concrete or the oppression that has him living on his knees. Due to polarity, so from dark there will always be light, the duality of his lessons will constantly give him more strength to fight, so one day those dreams become a manifestation of his physical reality.
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