Archive for Illusion

Alluding the Illusion

Posted in Genre - Emotional, Genre - Spoken Word with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 14, 2014 by Mase Da Rula

alluding the illusion

seeing my vision
slowing down to a stand still
I feel sorta like I am
caught in the Matrix
existence in this pseudo reality
really doesn’t suit me well
its thick like dense fog
rolling low to the ground
in the morning time

suffocating to say the least
this stifling entity engulfing
my perception of what’s certain
binding and blinding me
from the light of whats true
this light
the substance we all live for
taken like away like child playthings
never to be seen no more

all rationale thrown to the wayside
I just want to be free from this torture
which needles away at me slowly
unjustly lodged in my brain
amounting enough pressure
to turn coal into diamonds
mentally…
words dance aimlessly
like heathens in pagan rituals

caring less and less about my lost reality
secondary it’s becoming..
welcoming the fraudulent falsehoods
like it was absolute truth
still..I question myself
how do I allude this illusion?
free myself from this morbid nexus
and take my rightful place in this duration

trying any
and everything I can to break
the shackles that bind
feels like I am peeling off my skin
one cell at a time
blood profusely soaking my fingertips
becoming mementos of my imprisonment
Can I Be Free?
or is this false life my only destiny?

I wonder….

written by
.Mase Da Rula.®©™
Diesel From Tha D Inc

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Cruel Illusion

Posted in Genre - Emotional with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 8, 2012 by Mase Da Rula

Cruel Illusion

tormented facades
plague my consciousness
leaving my mental well being
in total upheaval

inebriated nights
turn into intoxicated weekends
lost inside a blurry void
where nothing seeps in

divested from reality
my ego has grown ill
artificially maniacal
irregular rationale

discombobulated entirely
incapable of receiving
this love you give…
label me Tin Man

a shell without a heart
rusted over sentiments
with no working
or moving parts

transformed from a man
& downgraded into to a heathen
trapped inside Oz
a zone that you can not be in

…so get lost!!

no chance for romance
left nonexistence
in the after thought
of my thoughts

where the remnants of love
are cruel and painful
aren’t worth the cost

written by
.Mase Da Rula.®©™
Diesel From Tha D Inc