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Doubt is the illusion,
our mind is the magician,
walking against the brick wall,
it hurts,
I feel it,
is it the body that cries or the mind?

Sit still and not move,
in the silence,
it speaks nothing,
close your eyes,
feel silence, thick
slice it,
feel it,

Quiet I walk,
misty night,
bright moon,
like a hawk,
stoned smile,
mind blooms

Ego and lust

Short skirts, short bursts, fire intense as the last, and as they pass, shaking their cute little ass, I am the ass, I am the snake slithering in the grass, they are the ticket to a burning firey desire, that only the human sensation can provide, I cannot lie, wavy hips, fakes kisses, short wishes, are my vices, but I still indulge, cannot bulge, like a pole in the north, I am frozen, only to be renew, by a new face, new body, new voice, no choice, just closing my eyes and let the choices choose for itself, emotions lost in the field of lust, a pebble in the sand of lust, no sails sailing into the land of lust, sex in the air, virtues fly away, where did they go, I was just preaching about them a while ago, but what took control? my ego..

My thoughts 2

We are the thinker,
are we also the doer,
the prime mover,
the antagonist,
the optimist,
the negative and positive energy that vibrates

We make the decisions,
the decisions are made,
before we were made,
so do we still decide,
or just ride the tide,

"We are the thinker behind the thought",
who thinks the thought?
who decides to quit
who decides to strive,
to drive through all the frustrations