The Middle dimensions tell of pain and strife and people dying to live in this human hive, crying for the time to take another dive.
Asking why we have to cry and die and still do time with the demon in our mind, that shapes our lives, choosing our sides.
Can we understand what shows around these towns, we walk through like ghosts, looking for a host, not hearing the sound.
The physical eye sees the outer form, which yearns for the storm, the inner eye sees the shades beyond what is right and wrong.
Hold no time, in this state of mind, seeing people living to die, and asking why the moon shines on their social lives.
Knowing the inside, reach for the ocean that pushes that tide.
Wana, watch it hide in this time. Sampuuka, is in the mind.
Follow the demon down, to what disturbs my frown, finding the Toltec town, judging the outer round.
Drown in sound.
The outer shape may not indicate, the inner way that eradicates, the stepped upon state of the outer gate.
Hold no time, in this state of mind, seeing people living to die, and asking why the moon shines on their social lives.
Knowing the inside, reach for the ocean that pushes that tide. Knowing the inside.
The gangsta pose, the commercial hose, the dance hop rose, that cuts up prose, bringing the art to an outer close in this soul.
They say it is a game, but I would rather die, just the same, feeling for the sounds that have no name, and labels haven't laid claim.
Drown in sound.
Knowing the inside.
Disclaimer: All writing and Photos by nyaituppi.