Deluding fights with confusing types

A bid to practise my stanzas in written form (yawn) turned into a psychological battle that many struggle with.Memory can clear the lies. Don't focus on what might be. Remember what is.

Dream deceit
complete when I hit the ceiling so I can recede

into a home of feeling not knowing what feelings I might free

Seems to be, and as it was said as it was spoken nothing was left seems as if
Nothing is broken

While sifting from the backs of the mind from the dark parts into the well shined
Collective combined collected
A means to change the meaning, so once again it can be completed

So it can remain lit

The beacon...
of nothing at all...
Better then the light of the rising fall
a light revealing nothing
but what the mind creates..
making false associations
From memories and thoughts
that entice so you can witness
your fantasies intermixed with all the memories inside that you hold close

when combined culminating accumulates an invitation, titled: the insatiable types old hypes and the fantasy vice

coming to life before your very eyes, heavy mixes, of emotions to leave one at the very least enticed,

glancing at danger like leading a stranger to dancing, casting wild ideas as to what might be deluding my sight...
Once again the stranger remains as I'm tantalized by confusing excitement as lights shine eluding brights to keep hidden eluding heights

it's an idea of a type

That's backward!

See only when lit does the shine entangle

leaves whomever still resides inside highly prone to accidents

caused by grabbing at the Short end of whatever was happening, and then even though you might wish to give in and let go remember if you do ... What concludes

ends only in pain....as you remind and revamp inside,

So too it seems as in reaction
The light, as it can tell something has changed in the mind,
wishes to impart for you
a reminder to confide in as well

painful yet warm feelings of home mixed emotions conflicting with deluded fantasies and memories of places situations and people that might not even exist

echoes of past future and present tense in tense ghosts interject and invite themselves to illuminate the dark inside the head whilst at either side running from each ear dripping secrets like leaky taps dripping more secrets for the soulless to attach,

linking together the pattern master ever so clever, knowing exactly how your feeling as if your feelings were being recorded by some sort of machine that coloured to the letter a plethora of diverse palettes, corelating to your response to audible stimulus with what your mind associates as being happy or having fun connecting those similar patterns of the brain to falsities as it tries to play pretend

constantly watching the language centres of the brain learning to use fears when pressured to get your attention

then emulating brain patterns that are easily recreated by learning to observe from the language centres

using intermittent conversations to obtain a precise deliberation on

how we made it

in order to discern,

how in a sequence to best get you to burn or change bits.

dulling the brain and reeling the senses, that, when given some stimulation, in this situation will take it all...

as it plays on your wants fears and fantasies as these are adrenaline inducing feelings that sit atop the rest whatever the light finds might be used to lead you straight towards traps

which it hides in plane sight like an invisible hole that you wouldn't see until you were stuck dead or broken inside the treacherous depths...

now if advocating ignorance in this instance then you're willingly leaving yourself aside the defences

defenceless....feeling ok with falling into distorted skews thwarting your views ....perhaps. .

So you take willing steps to walk direct into a hole that will swallow you up left then with only minutes to digest.

... With a hole that is quite literally the entirety of the floor beyond where you stall so if you leap and manage to stand

Run towards the bright and envisage all the things that in life you liked best
as you trip
fall and die
... bless.

Even though it was an act of a befuddled mind, does that constitute the river or the pearly gates?

happy to have fallen inside but if in a state of delirium and if willing to jump into the heart of what can only be labelled as farce temptation and yet so quick to decide...

flippantly without any want to resist not at all taking care when knowing full well that demons exist...

constantly they distract with all the names and tied in trigger games so your minds tied into itself tied into associations with the delusions of life, a strive you've lived from all of what you've lived given life and dreamt ...

amalgamations made into half truths as betwixt it all, apparitions appear inside broken memories of only to distort

In order to make you confused and unsure so you loose your foot hold and allow the light to introduce into solid nostalgia augmented false memories

So as to get some resolve at a lack for better acquiring and devouring your soul. .

Just remember Angels exist as well, whether or not they hinder or hurt depends where you end up

They are what exists beyond the distraction

Take the time to ignore the obvious noise from non sequitur familiar sites sounds attached feelings faces

Taking note of anything that is out of place when inside menacing jousting rousing the law and ousting the fakes

when inside too long

The mind having given in now not only believes the lies but also creates,

Damned to fail is a foundation made from what isn't

from the false attachments which when shon true light upon all seem to frey and turn to dust...

just be patient, if you want your life back you must will to learn to be calm you'll start to see whats real and in time wittingly let go of superfluous anticipation,

This should prove to you that your delusions are just so, it's a defining process so be prepared, for when reality hits,

The mind can be sent into shock and if what your left with is what you wish for then the reality of the sun's shine is the present divined that can bring you to finding what it is that you so solemnly seek,

So then straight to the end your vision must follow if you will to see life inside this wish

Only sorrow to be had
If faint of heart so to finish it all you must come to bring

each line of all the coinciding and intertwining string.

and once unhinged dispose of it all and leave it lost forever

Not questing for answers

Not looking about for quests

Just looking for myself

No allowance for confounded interests

Don't lose yourself.

Stay looking ahead.

Stuck seeking, then you have found only the thing...

...that will keep you from seeing the wholes in just being...

...Instead, feelings forced
seeing only floors when looking down from the ceiling

Author's Note

About how when in a constant state of flight or fight, the fear centres of the brain learn how you make associations to memories fantasies and fears in order to create realities that are completely immersive in order to get a reaction..a means to thwart or instill the ominous states of depression. For me it's a new frontier amongst the stages of understanding yourself and how ones brain learns, it's ingrained self destruct / preservation sequence. so as to make perish or with logic make sense! Upon making sens in a split second everything becomes real again.. the moment sense is achieved. So always reach for an understanding of where your thoughts come together when taking time to reflect upon your progressions. illusions are powerless, once the truth has shon light upon whatever might be misleading