Sleep.
As much of an essential entity that it is, seems to elude me time and time again. But not just me, my busy schedule is deprived of the recurring condition of suspended consciousness that us humans call natural. All work, no play, some would say makes for a boring life. Well I say all work and no sleep makes for a groggy morning.
Late night working, I despise you.
Afternoon naps, how I adore you.
Planning a lunchtime snooze,
~Chiko
Do You See What Is Truly Hidden? The Secret Lies Within.
With in the deepest crevices of my mind, it lies dormant. A caliginous decanter for my life. Fueling the inspiration and reflection, it is the Creator. Retaining sentiment and phobias, it is the Deceiver. Withholding my chimera, it is the Savior. The arcanum of my cloven charisma, a Castle In The Sky.
The catharsis unattainable, hardly perceivable to the naked human eye, let alone the inner eye of the soul. A cerebral puppet master of this cadaver. It makes me the fool, a king's actor. The paper trail will lead you no where. Not to the ginger bread house, not to Eden, not to Laputa. Try as you might, you chase after a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, following a mid summers storm.
A Million Masks Do I Wear. Which One Do You See?
~(Chiko)
Reprehension has gotten the better of me. Despite the vastness of the "interwebs" that lay before me, I need space to rework this inner coding.
Postponed till further notice,
~Chiko.
It has become a regular occurrence, or so it seems, to experience a likeness of not being the sharpest tool in the shed. I might not be able to calculate PI cubed off the top of my head, nor do I have the most grandiose of vocabularies within the regions which are my brain, but one thing is for sure - I can think. It is wonders what one can concoct when you are bombarded by perplexing ideals. This new found insight has fueled me with the prerogative to run my life how I desire it to be lead.
With that said, I can appropriately say I am a fighter. It makes me that much stronger. Makes me work a little bit harder. Makes me that much wiser. So thanks for making me a fighter. Made me learn a little bit faster. Made my skin a little bit thicker. Makes me that much smarter. So thanks for making me a fighter.
You might have speculated I would forget, wipe from my mind the falsehoods of your liturgy. But I remember. Comprehend the totality of each entity, I might not. But I remember. So note this, I shall not succumb to your trickeries so easily, my good fellow. Despite your tenacious adeptness to paint a world with your words, in these hands of mine, I hold the corrosive vial to melt away that phantasm. Why? Because I am a fighter. I will grant you to concede this, disregarding the thickness of the illusion you conceived and the time lapse it would take to shatter it, in the end you'll see, you can't stop me.
Surrounded by a shroud of enigma, but standing proudly,
~Chiko!
A melodious mentor once professed,
Thy head is occupied with reams of thought.
Churning strained focus past the point of stressed,
They orbit the mind to make thy distraught.
Pull forth the fastidious fuss of thy wit,
To cast away the hectic edge of life.
You fool! You be too childish to admit,
How constitutions cause undesired strife.
Be not inauspicious in when to seize,
A moment to make thy self much appease.
Living in a halcyon juncture,
~Chiko!
