Be free

The best lives are still plagued by

Death drive explosions inside

And the desire to fuel the fire of destruction

And lose your mind.

No matter how hard you try to control your mask

And carry on with the farce of social interaction,

All you wanna do is whack shit. Cry a bit and bubble over with angry reaction

When the blood pounds in your ears, drowning sounds and growing fears

That the current surrounds you’ve

Found yourself in are choking you, banging against

That ticking little temple nerve,

Like a bomb attempting to go off

Underneath a suffocating knot of tensing muscles and

Offending thoughts

Of course no one likes being angry but we jump into anger, clawing at it like a dying man

Drawing his last breath.

The selfish dive into negative emotion as the ocean of tears overwhelm the shores of your mind,

You’re at the helm of sadness, the brink of madness and as you blink and blur your vision, you temporarily forget why you’re here,

Tears are a girls manifestation of the festering frustration,

Like the aggression and muscles on a man.

Tunnel vision

Selective hearing

You’re looking through eyes that have turned off their seeing

And by being your ire and fueling that fire, your’e ruining your way to have a good day – but we all go on doing it anyway...

Notice how quickly you click on your mood and aggression, like a little light switch you’ve taken to pressing on

Well conserve some energy, and stop feeling rough,

Just make the decision to turn it off,

The environment is crying out to be saved

From your depraved mindset

And the way you’re fretting over something you’ll forget soon enough anyway.

So instead of that flashing burning rage

Turn to a fresh page of your brain and you’ll

Skip the angsty stage of indignance and outrage.

If you limit the ways you react without favour

You’ll deliver to your life a positive flavour of opportunity.

You’ll act with impunity thereafter and find the way forward with laughter

Peace and a pinch of self-deprecation.

Take it less seriously and instead of imperiously defending your honour,

And wearily arguing the toss all the time,

The loss of your mind makes you overlook the miracle that is your life.

If you block your neural pathways,

Those stargazing pieces of creative DNA,

You risk losing the future’s positive solutions

And the bad energy builds up like a

Pollution-strewn street that the powers-that-be have forgotten to sweep.

Keep the calm detachment,

So the lake in your spiritual catchment stays ripple-free and

The floating purity of that inky water is growing deeper into your eternal zen-ity.

Be free of the weight of anger and clear the wave of resentment.

Be free.