I do not know how to capture or really truly express this

 I do not know how to capture or really truly express this

She or He

They 

Or all with what they say

Caught somewhere between love

Mystery

Hate and Fate

I’ll say it again

As it comes to me as a refrain

Been writing so long

It seems like the themes don’t change

There is a place

They seem captured

Here hearing has become like autumn

Getting ready for winter

Of course given this is my work

There is an observance of obsession

I made no promise that I can remember

I attended for mandatory purposes only

Forgave and moved on

Stuck in the mind

As though behind a blurry glass

I cannot lie

I caught a glimpse

But never know if I ever align anything right

Seems to be a burden

She bends to the ground

She became stuck on gadgets

And interjecting peace

With alarming sounds

Sickness

Genuine sickness can seem so cruel

If dare written about as foolish

Sometimes it is a fate too great

One makes the mistake

Cannot get out

Of what they were left to believe

I want them all to be free

But how rich are all of we

Random nuisance phone calls

Carefully thought out plans

The need to affect

A mind set on normal as something else

It amounts to abuse

It is always to affect the mind of another they choose

Blighting and diminishing the right to choose

As though that a diffusion of slavery has more human and civil rights that the fight for us all to be free

But it keeps feeling like it was never seen

No mass treatment

So where did all that cruelty go?

How, when, where, and what did it become or grow into?

Yes, we have dealt with the diffusions

But as what?

I fear

Now the catch ups have come on gone

In trends of wealth management equality and the best of fun

That is one side of it

But yet still with plenty of after effects

Did we labours points about choice with the wrong solutions in mind?

They revolt and want to make stupid out of everything and everyone mandatory

It appears to be done quietly though loudly and blatantly

Visibly invisible

Clearly seen in the eye sight of so many

As another diffusion comes to the surface

Right in the middle of modern survival over run with time barriers

Planners, organisation, so many explanations

But with no mass treatment 

What else is it

It is always another mind they choose

I keep digging at myself

To broaden my mind

Because something in my spirit and soul knows

Something has them trapped in some kind of hole

Controlled

Controlling

Scared without being Frightened

Frightened without an ounce of Fear

But there to hold on

There to keep this thing

Their thing moving on

Waiting 

Vacating

Challenging in

Optimum Silence

Moved on forgiven

Hard Times

Everyones lesson?

Waiting 

Vacating

A Certain amount of Listening

This is not written for anyone to make any of it happen

That threat

Yes!

That threat that has gone on

Gone on

Seeming insurmountable

Again this kind of diffusion

Of a type of unseen slavery

Maybe I need to say it as captivity

Are they researching how far parasitic needs can go?

They imagination of replications of everything, and anyone?

The mind has been set free

To regergitate abnormal needs

Rolled up too much under one colour

Waved only one banner

Though nobody else will agree

For those who are continually set under those who suffer

From the type of mind which never set anybody free

It maybe a difficult plea to understand the different diffusions

Of what feels like untreated need to cause or adopt captivity

The appearance of freedom

Too many left uncared for

Not even knowing the state of their own health

Or the war the mind and body has been used for

Random nuisance call

The connectivity of call and literal being asleep in a dream

It is always someone else’s mind they seem to need!

But for the peace

But for the understanding we all sometimes need

I plead freedom

From the depths

We all breathe!

Natural Flowism

A Freedom of Being!