Sound Ideas - Finished - Simbas anthalogical master piece :D

This is a combination of all my life's best experience. its a patch work piece, It seems, made from all the pieces I never found a place for in the world.

sound ideas

Just the thouhts in your head

(just the) delusions the mental confusions intrusive,

illusive, abusive excuses, the tweaks that loom over your consume..

-caught up in the everything

its..your "worlds" attempt...at lifes compute..

speaks too and from freaks competing complete with weak voices

(as their) forced to talk in (their) boisterous noises,

just to send

happy thoughts to make calm your/thier head,

so/to (one can) keep clear, man and maintain

-Everything has caught up with me

The) mental mountains (the) tall obstacles

they appear to surround your thoughts

as dissonance sends you fighting, not for potential,

looping off course, so of course, insync intime

it sucks you inside tucked into the muck

youll find you lying inbetween seconds

remember clocks are useful when used for

teaching lessons bring escape depends,

try to tame to remain n insane it sends

confounded by noises,

-Dont bow/let social convention win

confudle infused with intrusions

(so) in tune with the minds excuses

remember though they move these delusions

know they're not real see proof when you move

you loose them dont try and find nor use

when indue course insue happy thoughts

delude no more to take away from

ones choices intermixed into confused

deleriant fits it quickly sends you stuck

in quick sands through metathought

that appears as giant mounds of misunderstand

inside from metagrains of my meta's time makes

the minds meta-mortar when demand is high ,

laying thought bricks cemented with the

metacognitive mix, mortor for your thoughts

construct, potential now possible,

Probability fixed

to make you aware

to take you away from fear

from false solace its the inner piece

brought out from being outter place,minds outter pace

just breathe for one second

be at ease with your present self

and apease your surrounding space,

-Make the Day....my own

create a pace to take yourself away

from the same thoughts everyday,

being found lost for days inside the mazes

of my minds confined bits without

a placement no space to breathe need to -just free, get mad

and harness my timeless rage adrenaline

intertwined thoughtless action it pays for

making decisions -i find, when stuck for

answers remember still -inside a caged beast,

confined still it urges to feel alive strong

will standing urgently when these thoughts

squeeze to hurt me, demanding, swiftly

the mind it sways inside eluding signs

from the fray I start finding bits moving

having had a few too many bits still left

over trying to proove when breaking off

from conlusions too easy when breasy,

in and out, your world a well of calamity,

without appreciation youll find it hard to

take anything in cant fake the trancend youll waste it,

leave it to defend extemests,

bi polar inconclusive, wound tight,

the state of my mind with no line

to lead nor direct, erase the confines

let thoughts fill the places around, surround,

So I and my frustration fill with annoyance

mends for easy breathing from adrenaline

fueled pulpatations, now leaving me boyant

-Somtimes, Just Run.

when not thinking to become unstuck

with such conviction man can be angry

when not moving leaves one itching

constantly fixing then its vexing honestly

the best thing when the stagnant echoes

start to become mixed into one voice

is to take many pieces find the common ground

and assimilate, Send into one part refine

to design the nieche, we need it,

so take heart when we start at the centre,

grounded away from fear, use it the present,

(dis)this here, to leer and laugh at the jeer

in the dark to make jokes to steer far from there

so that the now can infuse near to the start

empart clear, appears better choices, (the)

support newly hoisted (from) life ambitions,

to help adhear and remark

-Believe in your own Capacity to be alive

make a mission out of lifes vision work out how to embark

to leave with the right to fight out right for the right spark to sight for new heights,

to free the nets

nd catch lifes excess,

i must confess, I was hoisted from the mess .. left in arrears posessed

Unforgiving when living inside my head complex

its all just a test

hitting walls, as my obsessed thoughts pause, making me be here now, no easing in and out, taking in the clear present moment,

so aware of the sound of my heart beat and

me breathing out loud, time to mind whats mine,

my own inside the seed within the psyche,

inspect, not this thing setting off irrational fears

(that) my thoughts project, why? what am i?

why am i giving them, spears, just ammunition to make fire,

whats next asking it questions gives it

life it inspired the flex, i have found at the base,

hard set supports, for the cause, a tight sect,

a great might to hold to protect,

to make heights with new moulds

(to) forsake the fights to inject,

deep inside, a new resolve,

Flights to take away the hurt,

ideo syncrosize tied tight with the best.

-Be true youll always yourself then youll find where you need to be is always with the like minded ones

instead of keeping me looking over my shoulder,

no fixing that now if your older, no,

cant stop twitching when someone comes closer.....

skitsing out from the voices.. the haze

that sends me stuck inside my mind for days

so many times i tend to find its to hard

too hear any one part just blends need to recreate to cleanse

-Conviction. Believe. Its that simple.

The back round noise..its like...static,

its in the air, cant see it but its there it chatters

much toyed with when the heads best defence, the decision centre,

the heart and its choices the rhythm tht sets the sounds' now all messed best be poised to make words clear if only to hear,

-Find clarity though relaxed focus....breathe.. feel it.

The fears you know that own your fears,

so you dont leave you alone with it near it wont do,

instead just smeer facts dont sheer open

and break amas a fake clarity, what do you

think you would hear when you dont flow

to this, you know i spose,

you dont/wont notice it

see most react so relax dont show

to the jeer, not the fear, just steer away,

know the worst things are choices left with

the sad voices and tears, stings brings movements

new reasons for the new thoughts through the day

impact acknowledge infact that the pains real

or go insane for the fear that to retreive

the grief leaves too many to peer into the

hard parts the dark choices the sharp bits,

befitting the pieces most often one would

keep left old in the lost, hold in a black box

helps with moving when one chooses to be discreet,

-Know whats real whats not. whats relavent, Always know what time it is.

else we'll lose and spill if theres a breach

purge all and hit delete, having not yet the time to feel complete.

Make anew

move your feet

else how would one know,

when some things with inanimate life bodies

make excemptions unseen a lifeforce

making extending connections,

so to take from a place, to remove ones findings,

observtions do indue time, help you to be aware to

make and leave good impressions take and

teach lessons mixing into the new perspective,

new grooves, new movements, imbew the thought space

with true intuitions decide,

to find how if one could

you first need to know about,

whats out and around

tho you wouldnt but in time

reactions compound and coinside

learning when relavence revealing

coinsiding interactions then when here

a few times again and again you will find

the right type, the right glasses for the right vision,

Listen out to hear stories from around you

sensing out of sight, the few still hidden,

right before me movements from animals

the ground and its riddims sends to me

gathering information for listening

being intune freeing the veiw

illuminating communications between

the inanimate and unseen chattering

stories stored in gathering spaces

-The trees and landscapes breathe and speak just the same as any, most never wait long enough to hear it.

yet see from where it is some things

are going not even yet knowing where

it is YOU have been, where they have

to be again when again its needed to

reconnect to the ebbing flow invisible

threads feed it to be making an unseen

connection to natures life force, transperant,

lifes momentum , to judge if its worth takeing

from a space to truly be where you found it

to judge in a new place unfamiliar

just react to your surroundings, |

be at a solid pace to help refine

to deduce whether what your taking

is mine so as to help find/design

it a use or confide it recluse

-Dont take what isnt yours, you never know what something might be for.

often we make them when moments are

taken through sing songs random items

and clothing too through photos the(hoping)

coping momentos, (mechanisms) designated to

remind or forget, follow the line back to

remind me of whats mine again or wind tight

a reminder (to/and) leave this space to never

return to this time again.

-memories a best kept as a reminder to live.

Without a reason to be, see clear when your

finding something to trust in ,

light sights often what might become an actual something,

somethings often end up perhaps as an actual fun thing

then the fun brings

some ten funs

then tends to send

for the bend

the end one

just fun for some friends

when friends fund funs ten tons of friends mung,

made to support more on the mend,

into colour therapy minds should end, win one,

won then when tons are done and none left to spend,

fun times commence, head again sings

seeing signs heeding the finds

freeing at the right path at last its mine the right time to shine, i must!

my minds lust inside of me,

finally in line,(now(that)

songs sing in time with my insticts,

strong feelings intune its true

this song is mine

freeing indicators of beeing happy

just usually a free mind

-elation well sing you immortal.

some seeing things from a new view,

with no difference to contrast nor compare (who)

the frey will find

when it sends for the lowly the few left behind,

I'm affreyed they stayed!

dangling from edges,

its true, scattered crew just hanging from the ledges,

i dont get this, deep inside,

i feel theyve been made to accept it,

i feel this intensive, quietly, deep inside

a most immensive social insentive, not one iota,

mock fun, just the quota of who gets what when the

few get some not true when the who gets nothing ?

-lonely living vicariously though others misfortunes, some prefer JUST laughs, make jokes and share them instead

When the one gets all

the few get the scrapes

take the waste that falls

when most take to nothing

wasted moods facing the brood

to do akward laughing

half hearting, weak will freaks the meek fills,

peaks leaking starting to leak shrills still

I scream i bream to the top until i feel clean,

then release it, the stress

the spill the mess overflowing

then stops evens out and fill

til satisfied knowing it chills at the top

i have my excuses for cognitive dissonance

I use my elusive endusive, the placebo,

-Running is good fo excercise, Problematic though, when trying to stay foused .

rationalise the weakness thought inside if we go,

when we slow, then we know, that we slow slowly

as we rationalize a backwards flow,

leave left out the back bone

disregard the spine

but then somehow still..pride lives within small crowds,

crowned the slight few because we created them,

the unique staying true to themselves

keep moving around being loud,

with the right prowess the right head place,

see we told them gist when we gave them

listings prequisites to being free,

to me is a need still, being a free me

requisition to face free

just takes you away as it comes

inside the presence, it hums,

most evident i too would have confidence

if i knew only what i was told to beleive,

that no matter what I will progress to grow,

advance to succeed to be something even though

to most i show, i have no sense of direction

so sheltered from the world not knowing of hardships,

hate hurt obsessions, flowing with tempraments fragile

amidst the recessions, life defeats or the fact that

all people have feelings and everybody bleeds

- Were all mostly useless before having a reason to life, dont stress

that

I too wish to be born of the right crew

so i too can mine the earth, who,

i might even fight to mine right the way through . . . .

Consume? (so we can show that) it fits, the worst,

it actually hurts. when in tune, making room,

(then) movements make growth spurts,

taking to the one day you too can say

i finally left the womb from who you

most likly moved to nothing moving with

the loom i assume instead of musting

self entrusting, touching must leave a lush zing

a rush when thusly thrusting despite the sparse,

nothing discusting about climbing lust when

-Dont just accept life. Make life, acceptable.

to those impacting hard fast facts its well

known that to be free to rewrite the cast

we must do to see to fight the farce

it shows a few secrets

perhaps too many if too were any

where theyd need to be if only

to hear many fascinating exacts,

to hear secrets, i beleive that this does appear to sing,

true quite, frequent its sheer love

a cheer shove comes here so too clear whats left,

-You wont be able to make people listen, you just have to show them

clear the stress of those left with an invest

none need fear, move on to leave hints to help

find back doors to support the glints in the distance

hints of what must be friends those

who know only how to flow through the cause

through making same the intuitive decisions,

in the distant shroud, lifesigns move through the misting,

the claws In which I confide do inside,

find too the pivot that i would refine

-Youv always known, secretely, that your loved ones where always, in the disance waiting. For you to become their future.

support strange angles

through to the clouds veiw

to talk to tamed angles

so i to might find who i might be

see then what it is I might do through life and

its grand design from such distance through much

mist its still permits me hints of family arriving

of others hiding i can tell i know well

the signs and smells of mine

-Clouds are perhaps a little too comfortable

i can easy tell where youll find them

refining, coinciding, spending time aligning

redefine the repetiours ofthe mind tasking, ask when

atop the cannopy, where the breeze stops,

thats where we lost the trail of this well kept plot.

The agenda of the tree tops tease lots

free hot mentions of relenting and venting free this well deserved advent so venture on so then one can

give it to me,

stop that which is preventing,

-Dont let other people live your life.

set your TIME free taking to creating overthetop obstacles,

superfluis making this an illusive task

on a confusing path abusing the to do list

this is a pain that isnt amongst the used

its ruthless

your makers fate something that makes you takes to

feeling useless, when idols leave with

the thoughts that theres no one there when theres no one else, noone to veiw bits, no, dont lose it, you live here as well so choose it. you shouldnt need a mirror to tell, just groove with the movements, really ask yourself how long has it been since you started looping inside this hell,

-Stop No Donting, Dont Let you bully you out of your own life.

hard for all else looping inside the fear aswell , so dont enduce it , It refuses, deludes as it consumes its intruders, it is the moment of thought given to difuse your improvements, so stop over thinking, make movements, just do ITS hard yes i know that though did you know it has a name and its partly yours as a matter of fact its actually human it does matter just actually needs a few seconds to breathe factually too some room to prove it,

given the chance to grow,

roots spew with movement

shoots imbedding in life,

no excuses, refuse them

no fear for looming improvemnts,

confusion becoming skewed,

with resolve so steady

its already evolving

momntus insistense

so slow and heavy,

life flowing,

ready with nothing it needs, loose grip?

-You must construct

not an option its confident and grows,

showing.. knowing the support is there

a new soul design lit like the sun

the warm smile becoming the new way

a true face with the due style

new sightings, exciting in tune with the timing

finding the line to align with the laughs just for fun

no need for fights nor hiding in the shadows, repeats..none, no time for re runs nor a design to ignor this ones unique its new just a beam

shon just to see, just for me, not two.

thrust into the world out inveiw, the just regime

a new definition, sent thru to you intime

a relentless sustain, re play an endless design

as you wake from the mind to live each day,

endlessly sends into the bottomless,

inside means to descend,

mending parts for a/the (a)team to defend

create (to make) explosiive notions

making a new celestial being

made from fire, its strong endless motions

making our sun and its infinite exploding oceans,

-Sympatico, My beloved familiar.

such devotion to keep warm this one

to keep in form our new veiw on how

why and who to become, lit by the sun.

the best kept, best dressed, best informed

kept taught

The new ways of forgiving being in life living life to give for no slight leaves reprocussion when tables tip the ability splits, not able when fable,emmitts, sight excess, move right to it, impressed,

Ah yes, this the tall one that fits best,

So blessed

the display, the respect, the new loves,

be proud, move towards, stand up straight with shoulders back and eyes forward as we find new wealth given while being kept in a free reform free far from the frey and the torn free from confinement,

-Stand Tall

Now being informed by the rays

as the sun plays tales of such emotion

much the expanse, emansive the advancing notions, solids dancing and turning to water fluent movements dances to show slow motion, slowly show me sight as light becomes frozen forms in the ozone, forms beads of white as life sworms to appear as spheres little white balls of clear light

-Token

beading life as the day becomes near to night so the sun may shed its spears so that the ultra violet, might appear as the light fades leaves here with not a sight more, not til the encore,

free whats left of the day to the night,

watch its impending gloom as it wants for the sky

a dark emisary tending

to the spark its a tomb for lights

dark chasms infusing sending bending mending hues

defending the time of the day

for the blue such time too

is ending now hence violet is

commencing styling a fence that fits to appear with the right bends, sit bent light for a tight spectrum, the night freedoms,

the lifes light eclection the purple hardened collection quite transparent

while all are asleep dreaming and little ones are sans parents,

completeing the needs with such guile,

-Family

kept sweetlings asleep,

much while keeping quiet,

feet so spry, almost a fly, not confined,

as a ghost skipped from floating to flying high

just a ghostly hosting of dreams floating

out here in the open, chosen so as to

quietly watch over your dreams

their task from light it seems,

was chosen to mind the strey so they might

fast protect the dreamscape in the evenings

from what lurks in the dark in the blacks of the suns absense,

hatching thoughts in the time of the meek,

seeks from the dust, the insides of stars

overdue dusk departs leaving red skies of rust the morning due warning for metal dream horse still fearless on course flying clear in the sky to appear just before the first rays of the morning sun falling from the skies sight the purple at true heights keeping us informed so that the purple night light the night watch mend reset can rest as violets return into the sky as the skies veiw (turns/spews) bright hues again when from black blue turns back again into light fused.

-Life

Author's Note

so much time and effort went into this... if just one open minded person reads it all the way through... then i haven't wasted any time :) so long as you share it :O because in life the only true thing we keep are the experiences we share with others, in short how good is it... if no one knows.... it isn't :o