Thread: Pondering the Void; Unreality

Everything around us is real in the realist way
People have said words before, made theories
To confuse us and change what is real into what is not
Simply a malfunction of to many rationalities

A changing of perception
An estrangement to logic, smoke and mirrors
Nothing can change the fact that all things have a certain tangibility
That the mind if a real thing, intangible albeit

Those old deceptions hiding in a midnight cloak of words
Obliging the mind's curiosity of that unknown
A huge booming echoing off the walls
Declaring war on those that find themselves with substance

Taking an already warped thought and bending it
Demonstrating that there are no impossibilities
Only if you accept the psychogeists lies though
A world full of tainted transcendence into a vast unreality

The great new plain in which being takes place solely
But not something that wishes to be called a reality
An endless new field of perception that houses insanity
Merely an existence of things tangible

This is all just another human misconception
An entertainment of rampant thoughts in a deluded mind
Indeed there is a reality and the right to question it
But that begs a question

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Well, it's 6:30 in the mourning here and I haven't slept yet so you can chalk this poem up to sleepless profoundity. Uh, if there are words missing and errors I would not make otherwise.. please forgive me. I think the words are there, but they may not all be.. I think maybe I should sleep, I'm starting to sound more crazy than I am.

Enjoy it as best you can, and tell me what you think.. and don't mind the mountain of wrongs you're sure to find..