aspiring poet, wannabe writer.

[acidtrip303]

in a moments notice.... it will be as it once was, as it always will be and wat is to be. eternal bliss...

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“New Eden” by https://m.facebook.com/Morgan-Mandala-116979991700651/

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[acidtrip303]

one day, ill travel to my favorite parts of world history... egypt is dope

[acidtrip303]

gazing upon a night time star. i begin to wonder where you are now. eternally searching for one another.  once found, we, remade anew and whole.

[acidtrip303]

“είμαστε το σύμπαν”

[acidtrip303]

i am are pariah

The paintbrush burrows All is well until sunrise Sanity escapes the shell.

The next day I rise, in chaos my mind cries out. why do i feel death?

I respond with angst. I am pariah I don’t know how to function.

The heart then chimes in. All is well nothing is lost. Time heals all woes my friend.

in question i ask, what is wrong? am i insane? no, just lost but there is hope.

today is hindered but tomorrow, a blessing. practice makes perfect, child.

for those who see and not seek. ambition lacking. will never know the path.

seeking is knowing seeing is wanting is to know. but no care to try.

i will give it all. to save my integrity i push it and push.

my heart is strengthened my time will come to show them. i am not alone.

[acidtrip303]

natures plea....

Light brings life, and sight. Don’t take such things for granted. Lest our own demise.

Have you not seen it? Mother nature cries out, please! No one hears, its to late.

Why do you hurt me? Burn my forests, tear down trees? Do I not give air?

Do I not give life? Why do my children forget? Life on earth a gift.

It can be taken. Just as easily obtained In a flash, destroyed.

[acidtrip303]

my turn by Ac!dTr1P a.k.a. phatt josh

Im gonna Shine on like a diamond, tonight i indite with my mic, my time has come.

Ill bust your head with my wit, split your skull open without movin an inch.

Sick of the talk, no one wants to walk the walk. I demand change for humanity, enraged.

Lets turn the page of this violent phase to a whole new chapter of peace and praise.

Political failures no longer tolerable, they promise change that they themselves think improbable.

Push it to the limit because you are limitless, a great man once said to me. If we all had this mentality we would push pass the boundaries.

If i put my mind to it nothing can stop me, and my dreams in this land of opportunity.

Don’t scrutinize you cant demoralize, its my time to rise.

Don’t test me or agitate, in an irate state, I begin to create.

A movement that moves faster then the speed of sound, look around you, what have you found?

Is it a delusion? Or An illusion? Or is it maybe a solution?

March proud, march hard do not be alarmed. At all the of the debauchery, of rich and the greedy. They must answer to this malarkey.

[acidtrip303]

the walk of a 1000 miles begins with one step.

Chinese proverb 

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a love song by phatt jawsh She intrigues me, inspires. I want to fulfill her every desire. Thoughts transpire, of queen and Kaiser. Her soul is pure yet broken with weight. Her pain with my love I wish to sedate. I try and I try to open her eyes, that what the mirror tells her, nothing but lies. past her eyes are the stars and universe. The world for her I would to the ends traverse. But I cant open up. She will think im a nut. like a firey flame as a gaze in to hers my heart combusts. I hope for her the best. But time has been put to the test. I can wait no longer. In this life or the next I hope we may meet. As the grassy fields we once roamed are upon my feet. I remember the good times we had that make my heart skip a beat

[acidtrip303]

Christi the mist

a twist of the wrist. inhale my bliss.

 with temptation so strong you just cant resist.

 the magical mist you hate to crave.

 you thought you were strong but now a slave.

you wanted to feel human. and to end the pain. to escape the world, the daily mundane.

when the mist it calls your name you run you try to hide but you want the high.

 you need me now more then ever, your mine! 

 no i am not! ill break free from you mystical cloud! ill find my own bliss and ill sing aloud! about how i overcame the evil mist.

 and how made my own life ive created, i feel a reason to still exist. ha! thats a joke, you know you can stop, theres no need to provoke a pointless hope.

 just give me a kiss, ill bring you the bliss that you long to enjoy.

 no! its a ploy! i cant go back. ive done so well my will wont crack! im sick of you demon! i wont submit. i have better things to do i will not quit. you will not pray on the weak or the poor. ill just show you right out the front door. i have a dream belive it or not, to help those around that have gotten themselves in the very same rut. so ill see you later ms christy the mist. and to hell with you and your temporal bliss

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[acidtrip303]

i feel the pain of the world. the human spirit yearns to break free of its vessel and fly eternally free

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I am pariah, misunderstood as if it were. I sought refuge from the ridiculer. Nowhere to run, I lie and await sovereignty of my own sanity. My mind scattered and damaged, fragments to a puzzle it seemed, are all the pieces there? They don’t fit together quite right. I try and force them together, harder and harder. I amass strength in knowledge, to try and sort out yesterdays muck. Today I find myself hindered, but not all is lost. I will arise from the ashes of my former self in to a new, wiser, stronger me. I am pariah…

[acidtrip303]

my mind is a cell, where i sit and i dwell. on various things, it can be something from hell. it sometimes hurts, it sometimes feels vile. it makes me start to think that ive been in denial. that all of these years living by the paintbrush. to get the next fix, to get that same rush. this painting I've created is all but a dream, i awaken in pain. is that happiness that just gave me a short little gleam? but where rust turns to dust, so can light bring to life. i find myself unblinded by the fight for my life. a struggle that has been struggled, one can not say they have tussled. addiction is no joke i wouldn't wish upon the my worst my foes. id rather spread the light. where it might give the darkest reaches the faintest of glows. in hopes to ignite a spark that will echo threw the ages. where knowledge is power, power will to turn the pages. everyone has there own battles, there own sins, and we all must remember, that each of us is dealing with monsters within. will you sit submitted and let them win? my monsters and i, we are still in the cage. but i will prevail and exit the maze. to a whole new chapter, of new mystery that has yet to unfold. but it will no longer be with the paintbrush i have kept so long a tight hold. now it is clear my mind has broken the down the walls, of the prison that had trapped it, freedoms name has called! and the snake that was the paintbrush is defeated at last, the weight is lifted of thoughts of the future and the past. i am in the here and now, that is all that has ever mattered. i will not let everything wither and die, to be tattered. my mark will be made, who will see it? who knows! as long as my vision has in someway moved someone's soul

[culturenlifestyle]

92-Year-Old Grandmother Makes Stunningly Intricate Temari Balls

A ninety-two-year-old-grandmother from Japan creates stunning embroidered balls known as “temari,” (meaning “hand ball” in Japanese) which showcase a skill she learned in her sixties. A traditional folk art, which was conceived in Japan in the 7th century, the craft is tedious and highly demanding craft. The unknown woman has constructed 500 unique designs, which are photographed by her granddaughter NanaAkua. Overall these beautiful trinkets are a symbol of happy life and good fortune, which originate from friendship and loyalty. 

[acidtrip303]

very cool!

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from alice1nw0nd3rxx

https://instagram.com/p/0oxNJnEhxw

[acidtrip303]

oh my....