Life through a few Loaves of Bread

For a few loaves of bread and a few grains of grub
In-between the joys of pleasure and the sorrows of pain
I find my life I call life, I define this as my life

Enslaved to my desires
Engulfed by the objects of my desire

I make my desire my attire
And I roam the streets of slavery in the savory of my sorrows

Unable to create a life on my own
I recreate and procreate on the knife of pleasure and pain

Lost in the images of imagination, I build walls of hallucination
And I deck my walls with accusations of the other

Comfort as my fuel
Comfort of Security as my duel
I burn in the flames of my own habit

Unable to open up to the unknown
I stone the unknown for the known, to the known

I trade freedom for security to find freedom through security
For I know of no freedom without security and purity

I wonder if I am dreaming, if I am asleep
Only to realize that the dreamer and that is being dreamed are me, one and the same
I wonder of that which I wake up to, I wonder if that is another dream within my dream of the dream

Unknown of my own known, I weave a web of a prison, a prism
Where I am the thief and my own grief

Tired of the games and afraid of the memes and the names of the memes
Walloped by my own imagination, I no longer can gallop through my memory of life
For my life is through and for a few grains of grub and few loafs of bread

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Survival as My Revival

For a few loaves of bread and a few grains of grub
In-between the joys of pleasure and in the sorrows of pain
I find my life I call life, I define this as my life

Enslaved to my desires
Engulfed by the objects of my desire
I make my desire my attire
And I roam the streets of slavery in the savory of my for hire

Unable to create a life on my own
I recreate and procreate on the knife of pleasure and pain

Lost in the images of imagination, I build walls of hallucination
And I deck my walls with accusations of the other

Comfort as my fuel
Comfort of Security as my duel
I burn in the flames of my own habit

Unable to open up to the unknown
I stone the unknown for the known, to the known, through the known

I trade freedom for security to find freedom through security
For I know of no freedom without security

I wonder if I am dreaming, if I am asleep
Only to realize that the dreamer and that which is being dreamed are me, one and the same
I wonder of that which I wake up to, I wonder if that is another dream within my dream of the dream

Unknown of my own known, I weave a web of a prison, a prism
Where I am the thief ad I am the police

Tired of the games and afraid of the memes and the names of the memes
Walloped by my own imagination, I no longer can gallop through my memory of life
For my life has become a few grains of grub and few loafs of bread

Survive

Survival

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Dream of the Dream

I Dream of a dream in the dream of the dream
Dreams as my beams
Dreams as my streams
Dreams as my screams
And Dreams as my gleams

In dreams I live in the ream of dreams
In Memes I live my dreams
In desire for dreams, I make the dreams of desire

Desire for Desire as my attire
My Attire as my mire
I fuel my fire to duel my, for hire
For hire, I desire for a buyer
A buyer to whom, I be a slave of my desire

I ponder of this nature of desire with the will to fulfill
To fill my dreams with fumes of desire

I may think I have the free will of the will to choose my will
or i may think that i have the free will of choice, free will to desire
But both the choice and the will are bound by the strings of my desire
And that which is bound, that which is found through the bound still called freedom? Is such freedom FREE?
For my desire is always from the knew and never of the new

I wonder if that which is new, not a renew, but completely NEW has desire for desire
For the NEW is not of the whew, not of the few and not of the YOU

And maybe, a new that is new to the new that is no new of the new
Maybe here, will i still have desire, will I still have the dream of desire, the frame of desire……
I wonder

Dream