Swords of time

One moves every hour

Another, every minute

The smallest, by the second

A sharp trio

Declaring the segments of a day

Morning, noon, and night

With what is the fight?

Time itself

Or its enforcer?

It's a fight one can't seem to beat

With speed or preparation

The race against it is never won

You're better off living by the sun

Neo means new

So I suppose his name in the Matrix is indicative of the world he'd be exposed to

New

Far removed from his beliefs

Beyond his notion of reality

Or...

What he was conditioned to believe

Yet it didn't take away from the fact

There is a world that many of us never consider to perceive

There was no condition to conceive an unseen existential reality

Lying in the depths of one's psyche

A button that could be pressed to unveil what escapes the rest

A condition

Unconditioned

Conforming many to less

There are so many kinds of fires

The one that burns inside, keeping you alive

The ones that engulf a home after electrical fixings goes awry

Candlelight

Relaxing by the fireside

Inside

Outside

It always brought a sense of renewal

Demolishing what was

Remnants, ashes, dust, debris

That's all that was left after the flames were set free

It must be the good that was released

A purification by heat

i've gone mad,

mad from the illusion consistenly putting my mind in contusions,

this experience can't be real,

deep down inside,

i feel like something isn't right,

like going into a house that's clean,

but open my mouth to foul smells that brings hell to my perception,

everything looks good,

but something just doesn't sit well with me,

where are the dead bodies?

where is the truth hiding because I want to find it?

i feel it bubbling up inside of me,

it's making me crazy,

i'm walking in a "reality" that makes me feel like I'm in a daze,

i'm amazed with this false sense of being,

a sense of scheming going on in between the scenes,

this illusion drives me mad,

what's the purpose of it?

what does it mean?

a matter of destiny,

it feels like we were destined to be,

fate failed to stop our wheels from turning,

failed to stop us from rolling in the same direction,

synchronized, it seems your the other half of my spirit,

i ingest your theories and perspective with a sober sense of familiarity,

a sense of oneness,

a sense of being one with you,

i have fun with you,

we find ways to be productive,

ways to embrace our nature,

we see the same things although we may see them differently,

forward is the only way we seek to go,

both aware that the path to our purpose is immersed with challenges,

so that we can be challenged to grow,

challenging what we claim to know,

we own the gravity of our essence,

the weight of the claims we make in an effort to change or remain the same,

we hold each other accountable,

we become vulnerable with the intent to surrender to the light of our being,

praying that greatness encumbers us,

we resonate with one another,

opening our hearts to understand the depths of being soul-tied lovers,

we agreed to uplift each other’s soul,

a soul contract we choose not to sever.

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Smiles are superficial,

What lies behind that smile?

I said what lies are behind that smile are far less beautiful than smile,

Beauty and appeal are alluring,

Yet deceptive and not always intentionally so,

Living automatically and tragically in secrecy,

And so you fell for the smile.

As I fell in and out of happiness,

Trying to maintain my happiness,

Or some day believe I'm happy,

I will smile.

I will smile until it's real,

I will smile until it feels real and is really genuine,

I genuinely wish you would not try to see what's in my eyes,

So I smile.

Because if you were to look into the windows of my soul,

My teeth would not fool you,

My lips spread apart would not elude you from the reality that I've confined my pain with a pretty false remedy.

It's temporary so I can deal with it,

When I'm alone again,

It will fade away into tears of misery and pain without the ability to control the flow of that rain,

Torrential floods escaping from beautiful brown eyes,

You loved these eyes and then you looked deeper and saw tears welling inside them,

Your disguise almost fooled me.

Of course, you know how many days I managed to fool me?

It's not your fault that I'm such a good actress,

I just rather not practice that kind of honesty,

I'm honestly scarred and I can't trust you,

Because if you knew where I've been or what I did,

You might be too tempted to hush me and rush me into darkness,

So that I can save you,

So that I can praise you,

So that I can dig my grave for you,

So I smile.

Sometimes it keeps the vultures away,

Sometimes I start to crack and they slide right in with a smile and say hey,

So I don't know who you are or what you want today,

But I'll smile through my doubts and be sure to figure it out some other day.