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'The Mask Made of Glass'

(An Angel made of porcelain)
(Exclusive)

Volume: Three

“I can touch the stars, camp on Mars
shoot across the Milky way, and all within the same day
for I am a dream, where hope becomes everything
Free to traverse the endless skies
high above all the petty bickering and the lies.
We now have become the monsters,
all hiding behind masks of thick skin
left to our own devices, a morbid darkness
and we shall commit every thinkable sin.”

                 Am I awake, within a dream? Could I possibly be asleep within reality. Just a simple perception of what is truth. What if death were just a word, mortal and flawed like we perceive ourselves to be? God, not the creator but rather the perfected.
Our souls, consciousness, our ascended level of reasoning. Chemical transmissions, molecules all acting in harmony against the chaotic storm of nature. Nothing becomes impossible when we all carry within ourselves the potential for greatness. A power and sense of self not given by an outside influence, but rather found by inner tranquility. Buried within us all lies the gift and the ability to transcend pettiness, push past the old dogmas and mature rationality, to move one step closer in their own personal quest for enlightenment.
To be godly, the realization that energy needs no mass or form of matter, but a simple spark of consciousness, a simple little thought. Right and wrong, good and evil, creations of man. Emotions given a reason to label polar opposites, polar attractions. I can see subtle patterns laid out before my eyes, the complex codes impossible to break, yet like a twisted puzzle I see fragments but no revelation to it's meaning.

“The mark of a brave man is one
who accepts and embraces his death,
now or a year from now.
Who still has the courage to look death
head on and smile.” 

                 There was once a time when I obsessed over death, the dead, and the dieing. To unlock the secrets hidden by that unknown passage. The mysteries so close, yet so far with the answers just a breath away. I would often quote many of my sonnets with 'Death is the only way out' I realized after so many years how true those words were, where the meaning of those words have changed. The value of them will always be concrete. I have been looking towards to the future with an ever keen eye on my past, for my mistakes are many that I do not plan to repeat. To learn and grow, to evolve and mature.

                  Within our minds, we posses the key to our own divinity, however like children we are held back by our own depravity, lost our way and became blind to new and different ideas and perspectives. Do we as humans on this tiny blue planet truly deserve the key's to the kingdom of heaven, when we do not even love ourselves?

“Death is the journey in which we all must take,
To live, becomes a choice that we can make”

             Chaotic Illusions 0:1

Shadows chase the dreams
from your mind as it only screams
gut the pig, to hear it squeal
shake the devil's hand, the dirty deal
twisted horns, play their evil tricks
the temptress shall get her kicks
and the fool becomes the jester
As the madman screams snow in summer
where honor can be had within the shadows
In a man's heart, who has been bound to the gallows
demons will run free, ravishing our planet spreading disease
suffocating our growth, polluting our potential
save the glory for something far more substantial
“And memories become thoughts frozen in time”

“I am no dream, but I fear you may be”

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                               Death is not the end, but truly is the only way out. Evolution and change surrounds us, every second of every day. A caterpillar transforms into a butterfly. Solids change into liquids and vis versa.
We live in a reality of change, a reality of choice and possibilities. Our bodies are chemically composed of natural elements found within the stars themselves. We shape reality, and reality is us. A body of flesh, a mind made of chemicals all controlled and organized by the transfer of energy, then there is your consciousness, call it the holy spirit or God itself.
There is energy all around us, in us, through the spaces of time our eyes cannot see, A powerful force such like gravity its not seen. However within this generation not felt, and often forgot or over looked.
Within us all we posses the inert ability to transcend, the illusion that which is our common understanding of reality to be godly, to be perfected. The mind, the body, and the spirit work in harmony.

Death offers a path much like the caterpillar who builds it's cocoon then morphs into a butterfly. It has become my belief, that we are all gods, a conscious thought and energy experiencing humanity, in all it's perfect flaws. Relative Physics of a relative experience within the life of a mortal being. Where a perception of an ever consistent linear of time solidifies the experience and allows for a more profound emotional ride. Fear, love, hate, joy would all be meaningless if there were no substantial risk of loss; the unknown, that great mystery which is death. 

  
“Toss the stone into the fire,
cut the tongue from the blasphemous liar
bleed your confession for the world to witness.
Starve the temptation, a mental amputation
for tasting the sins of the forbidden fruit”

“All the Roses of the past, have wilted away
and all the faces of the future start with today”