Stop Breathing In Denial

When will we learn that all things perceived can't be trusted
That our senses are misleading the information that's requested 

The HD boxes in our dens spoon feed us lies that we digest
We willing nod our heads at every conspiracy that they suggest

But look a little closer, dig a little harder on this forbidden quest
In between commercials and propaganda you'll find a test

A quiz of forgotten cultures and the true meanings
we can't comprehend
But lets stop breathing in denial and start to look
deep within

So the next time you turn on the radio and you hear a
popular trend
Remember the spirit can't be manipulated into
oblivion

STOP BREATHING IN DENIAL AND LOOK WITHIN
THE SPIRIT CAN'T BE MANIPULATED INTO OBLIVION

Your Spirit Isn't Free

Lines that connect us
Shapes that reject trust
I see prisons undercover
Lips sealed like no other
I threw rocks to lure
With no luck, no cure
You couldn't see your mind
Had been altered, redefined
I stuck around at your window
Hoping to finally rekindle
Sanity from a time before
When you weren't afraid to leave your door
Out of touch with fate
You have one hell of a plate
Under the guise of being happy; content
I threw words to give you a hint
Ill pray for you so hopefully you'll see
That your soul has been stolen
That your spirit isn't free. ~DK

*Tribute to my Maum Meditation Family

The Rise and Fall of Self Portraits

Selfies, Selfish, Selfness but when will we become Selfless.....We now live in a time where selfhood has manifested into how can we separate our entire existence from the rest of humanity. Look at me, I am real, I am alive, I feel, I touch, I taste, I love.....constantly we are recreating what a self portrait is. Every second, every minute, I want the world to see where my footsteps have been......look at me I'm happy.....look at me I exist. Isn't that what we're saying every time we take a self portrait....oh wait I mean a selfie. Confirmation and validation that I was here. So let's pretend for minute that we are taking our self portrait that will define us till the end of time. Take away the color, take away the extravagant background, and just leave your shape and your form. Only then will on-lookers gaze at your portraits like they belong in galleries. They don't know you but they'll feel like they do, because your self portraits would have captured the image of your spirit and the heart of your soul. There's nothing wrong with capturing the self as long as you realize you're part of the whole.~DK

We Are Beautiful

WE ARE BEAUTIFUL EVEN WHEN WE ARE NOT TRYING
EVEN WHEN WE'RE STUCK IN HIDING
WE ARE BEAUTIFUL WHEN WE ARE ABANDONED IN TREES
SET ON FLYING
WE ARE BEAUTIFUL ON FORGOTTEN STREETS
DESTINED FOR DYING
WE ARE BEAUTIFUL IN EVERY WHICH WAY
ESPECIALLY WHEN WE'RE FOCUSED
ON BEAUTY INSTEAD DECAY

Exist in a Gray World

In an existence of time and space we pretend that everything matters

We replay our thoughts in our heads
in search for a happy ever after

But when the movies in our minds don't
play out like we want; we shatter 

Let's cling to something more real more
tangible like the sound of laughter




Over again in a world full of reds
we disguise ourselves like gold

Pretending to choose sides that will
reflect in us what is bold

But instead of having to pick between
black or white; hot or cold 

I decide to exist in a gray world
where my soul cannot be sold

~DK

Sanity

I lost my sanity in the middle of the night while thinking of you...I flipped through channels on T.V's and through
pages of books

I lost my mind hoping that you'd notice and you come crawling back to me.....but it made me feel worst when you stared down at me and sneered like I didn't matter

I lost my compassion when you put your hands on me
concrete floors and the taste of blood do not go together
I thought I had my sanity forever.

I lost my sense of direction, no longer did I have the days where I could close my eyes and feel your presence

I lost me and I lost you but I'd do anything to discover what's in that head of yours. Why break me? Why drive me to a road I hate walking.....But I'll travel great depths to think like you, feel like you, believe like you, love like you, hurt like you, because after all this you are still whole. You no longer have me, but you still have your sanity. ~ DK

WORDS/WHO I AM

words...they follow us around connecting cities and streets
they wedge themselves into our minds and weave our dreams
they fall out of big mouths and hurt the ones that hold our hands
they dance along store heads screaming out demands
 they're emblazoned on the cotton wrapped on our chest
 poster boards written out by fragile hands to do our best
they filter in and out of empty space taunting our ears
we falter to their meanings  to conquer our fears
words ...they stomp on our hearts and burn our nerves
kill what you're thinking and bring to life what you deserve
they blanket the pages of our journals kissing the tip of your pen
they sit up right on doors telling us to knock before we come in
well your words have crawled into the inside of my soul
and burned a hole through everything i could ever hold
i hate the words that have, in the end, described who i am
but these words do not know what i am or who i am ~DK