UNSTRAP YOURSELF

I decided to take the plundge, and see what a blog could do to help me link a series of thoughts together and research a way into the growing necessity for truth. By adding Unstrapped to the blog culture, I hope to share a perspective that will lead us to question our attachments which create a desire to own that which we idolize. I also want to bring up political and social diconnectivity. What are the issues we face today that mould us into who we are ideologically? Can we review our outlook? Can we learn to perceive in other ways? Is it possible to live a complete and simple life, and give others the respect of individualism? Through spoken word, rhyme, art, simply you, and prose- I invite readers to contribute their own stories and experiences. Is the weight of the world and it's incongruances in your head? Are you feeling tied down to someone or something? Are you feeling devoid of a sense of independence? Are you free, and want to share the freedom virus? Can you let go of your attachments and join a truly unstrapped world? More importantly, can you be real and true to yourself? If we can express ourselves freely, we can help each other come to a place of ease. Use this blog as a peaceful sanctuary where you can find a place to clear your mind and discover a refreshing new way to live! Through your interest here, we can get together and make this happen! The point? Spread this around like FIYA! Wear it with a smile that melts the layers away from the strapped. Let's talk about things that don't connect!







Monday, August 1, 2011

PARALLELS

An oldy, but goody...


Where two parallels meet,
Well, It’s no treat,
Not all the time
But once in a while you lose your mind
And in the sense of it all,
Was it worth the marshmallow wall?
She put it up in hopes to recover a more esoteric way to hover
Off the earth’s tumultuous ground
Have you ever heard that humming sound?
The one that can take a few comprehensions
And no, there are no extensions
To relieve you of this unbearable pressure
That welds up inside, it’s just pure
And when you hear it, tell me it’s a sign
Initiating an influence over your distress
And influence of the essence of freedom and it’s mine
It’s something I’ve needed but that one guess
I made was error and the escape was unfortunate
A meltdown waiting to drape my serenity with a taste
Of bittersweet memories of time and place, people and ocular treat
That is something I can’t ignore
But if I cradle it, that door will open partially
Attempting to trick
My now obsidian vision of the questions
Why and how did it happen?
I will lick the oblivion into a here and now approach-
Coming back to my senses
In order to produce a turn from other dense’s
It’s me here-
and I am free
I will conquer to cluttered mental purge and feed the need
To recognize my right to surge!


><)))*>...fishin food for thought...

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