Saturday, July 2, 2011

The Game

The game 
Call it attention or focus
I want to melt into
existence
Feel it from outside
Of how it is from inside

The game
Of joy and pain
Where self melts and forms
I want it
And I watch what my peers call a stage

The game
Of a greater consciousness from
a let it be awareness
Silence in my retina alone
And a chaos in mind all over

The game
To watch and stay
Originally a pain
The goal being power
Life force comes
To draw you into a
Battlefield

The game
And I cannot stand in it's way
HA!

2 comments:

  1. I am the battlefield, the war, the weapon, the enemy. Rings something?

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  2. But you said yourself with that ringing the fun goes out.

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