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Suggestive Subconscious
constantly evolving the thrill of seeking subsides This opening captures the paradox of creative pursuit—the simultaneous hunger for discovery and yearning for rest that defines the artist's condition. and i can finally rest my mind inside
got it backwards this time
always shinin' never rhymin' contemplations delusions from the inside
handwriting for days my hand throbs quiet contemplations of better times better rhymes, better insides
truly, my insides are gullible sanity, my sanctity subsides an ephemeral vessle, this time craziness lurcking over on aisle 3
Least expected. Dead directives. Contemplations. time-rhymin'
so... verily, verily, i say unto thee a peace that passeth understanding not mutually exclusive
what is not saught is rarely found
This central axiom echoes the Buddhist concept of right intention—that conscious seeking is prerequisite to discovery, whether in meditation or creative expression.Writing with pencil — seems good to me writing with whatever— pressure sensitivity the devil's in the details, they say therefore, the Angels are in the rhymes
thinner writing — contemplating the meaning of it all the pleasure, the toil, the mercy of the fall
subconcious communications — stifled by pride ...or simply getting older... or antipsychotic medications, making me complacently This candid reflection on medication's dual nature—providing stability while potentially muting the intensity that fuels creativity—highlights the complex negotiations many artists must make with their mental health. reciting old dreams and visions into a tablet computer
the love begins to fade to black the rhyme is gone, can't get it back to love
rhythm on, regardless — your song is yet to be struck! to light
a chord of blissful delight, to signal to end.