The Mind Of Me

Rain came down, still I laid, helpless; I only could hear the waters as they flood my ears; And the call of the animals, as they took over my hearing; My knees started shuddering, in shivers that quakes; My body reached it's limits, I could see the end; I could feel my spirit struggling to stay; My heart racing to sustain myself, it pulsed harder; My liver contending with cold, fighting hard to neutralize it's effect; My other members, determined to keep to par; They offered their ultimate aid, to help save my soul; Nature smiled at my pitied face, with the smirk of terror; Terror of what next to happen, my mind suffered the imagery; It left all hope behind, set straight for doom; Get engaged, Comment and Share. We appreciate you.

Have you ever experienced happenings in the Dream which perfectly happens in-sync with happenings in the Real world?  You're just realising that actually happens?  You've never even noticed? You'd better start noticing this beautiful connection Mother Nature  actually bridged. And if we're in similar category,  who have actually noticed, it's time we get our philosophy potentials up the chart. It's said 'Curiosity kills the cat',  but I'm sorry THIS cat has 9 killable lives', If you're really good at it,  I'll scar you on 5 and dislodge your cervicals on 8, Pretty Simple. I had tripped into sleep,  months ago, when I encountered this phenomenon. It felt like a coincidence, until the 2nd and 3rd, did I believe it is an actual happening. It happened a few more times after that, like it had programmed intervals. I haven't quite figured that out. I'll make sure you know in the next serie. In the dream I had at first. I looke...

I walked all the way into the dream on a side walk; The rear vanishing , I could hear myself snore; I moved forward into the bushes, I could hear the frogs croak; Like my course was predetermined, I kept on moving, nonstop; I walked into the puddles, zooming though the rustles; The savanna became thicker, it thicked into a wilderness; The hissing of snakes, the hooting of owls; The dreadness of the wilderness made me restless; My body started vibrating as I walked till I got no vigour to stand, I crashed. I tried pushing the ground to lift myself; But my elbows couldn't just handle the load; After futile trials, I fell flat into the mud; Strength forsook me, they left my bones; I laid there whimpering, my voice weakened; Gradually my voice went dead, I had no say. Get engaged, Comment and Share. We appreciate you.

Motherhood has always been one challenging period, whereby compromises could lead to very fatal consequences. From house keeping to children upbringing, they have to master it all, in spite of people beliefs on gender roles equality, the fundamental roles of a mother should not be forsaken.  A successful woman-hood, can only be proven by the taste of it's fruits; 'The Children', proper upbringing is what is needed to achieve this feat. My Mom has has been very successful as a woman, I wish to show you how she did it. Here's a poem I wrote; "Don't let anyone see your kokoro" ; I slid out, flushing down; Prepared to breathe in my first air; Felt the world out there as cold and endless; An endless world of giants; I was carried by the same palm; Cuddled by same set of fingers; I decided to stare at who grants the hand; IT was so tall and always smiled, and regarded as a 'she'; I always cried when I felt something was off; I was ...

The way I feel - Vivet Imperfecti,  Like a paradoxical victim; My life's coursing a lone path of distress; I feel an insatiable load of emptiness; An unfair neurological disorder; Prefrontal Cortex - gone dead, all in sunder; The more I fight to deny admission; Much greater the pain of realization; No one's really got the cure, there are no remedies; All are just mere alleviation strategies; Right from the moment of diagnosis, Like batters; my hopes and vision shatters in clatters; Realising I'm light years from social perfection; What a painful actualization; Wish no one had ever broken the reality; Cos, I'd rather had preferred falsity. Knowing I've got limits is like being tied to a large beacon; A constant reminder of who I really am, beacons; How unfair do life share it's skills? Just like a twerp , my cognition is out of play; Sensory retarded, Echolalia frequent; Inability to express, What is life to live? The night sky sho...