As Soon As You Enter, You Are pt.1

The hallway extended more than my mind could prevision it. Four white walls, made from fear of death. Touching them would erase all the progress I've accomplished. I could only focus on the door I have never seen, felt, or smelled, or else I would think about too many obstacles that would slow me down. It's incredible how anyone's perception of time can change so dramatically when the mind is set to think of the same thing over and over again. I felt as if I've been in this corridor of sorrow for months. All I could think of was that door, all I knew was that door. The door that supposedly would free me from all mistakes, responsibilities, stress, and anything that would limit me at all. Yea, it sounds like the best thing that could happen to anyone, but it's not easy.

Ok, so right now you are probably really confused and trust me, it's quite confusing for me too. So let me start from the beginning. My name is Dimn Tsi, it's kind of unusual for a name but I've grown to like it. Supposedly it means prophecy or prophet in this little island in the Pacific Ocean called Jarvis. I moved to the Carabean after getting tired of living in this miserable island for twenty years. Since I moved in, I've been working for this bar by the ocean called Celeste Marino as a bartender. Besides working at the C.M. I've been studeing with this shaman that bumped into me one day walking on the streets.

Master Illusion

Jumping heads through your mind
Feeling bad feeling fine.
Walking slowly through the night
Mystery treasures you can find.

Walk into what you can't see
Constellations make you free
No one cares who you are
You might as well just be a star.

Jumping stones to reach the sea
Crooked moans will follow me.
Mushroom homes open my eyes
The world is shown to me as lies.

Please allow me to open you chest
Let the shine release your breath.
Humid fog that blocks your float
Disappearing like a ghost.

Interfering like the most
With indefinite conclusions
In this world there's no soul
Until you meet the master illusion.

Truth

I'd like to express
what may seem to be a lot
but please don't be stressed
Cause what's coming out in words
is what you may call a mess.

I can try to tell the truth
with words crumbling off my teeth
I might shock you,
and lock you in a weird pose
or take your mistake
and replace it with a dark dead rose.

I realize
such fake lies
told to the kids of such hopeful country
And wonder
For how much longer
will the blood of soldiers
rush downstream
which seems to be
a nightmare dream?

For how much longer
will I have to feel
this greedy air
and simply stare
at rich people steal
and don't care
about the wounds that won't heal
on the ones who need
to buy the least,
and their children feed?

Can it really be
that you won't see or know
and grown to disagree
to what's in front of your nose
and I propose to be the truth?

Is it that hard
to pull the card
with the right number or letter
that makes you feel better
about the way you look
and the time you took
to present yourself to the real world?

Can you understand
that an outcast hand
is equally beautiful and warm
than the shitty one
that stands in your arm?

I like to say
that maybe one day
the need for mortality
fear of equality
and escape from reality
will vanish and end.

Peace Out

Where's the respect of this ocean green?
We are in this delusion of delirious dreams.
How much more we'll be washed downstream?
Into the future's frauds evaporated steam.

In this silly situation of unsolved sanity.
Lives this grafted grit called humanity.
Who's not cautious of common nauseous complications
And strive to dive into communal segregation.

Think for a little, it's no riddle or mystery.
It's inside our pride and inside our history.
In this state of mind the human kind won't evolve.
we create the problems that cannot be solved.

It's ridiculous how meticulous someone can be to you
while the sinful world spins and curls shouting dumb pursues.
Plenty of planets you think gyrates in high rates around your head
Are no more than self-centered thoughts, that entered lots of humans instead.

Now just listen, the ideas your missin are in your soul
The hallways of tendencies can always be controlled.
Enjoy the life who lives happier than you allow.
Panacea, Elate, Abidance, Carnal, Embody.