What is love but an illusion,
Self hypnotism that occurs,
whilst one is alone,
and in the abence of he/she who is
the subject of attention,
What you could create this,
feeling within a person unconciously,
planting the seed,
knowing it'll grow in your absence,
will be cared for,
by the one you want,
Self hypnotism in process,
hence the process best known as falling in love,
is self inflicted,
we do it to ourselves,
Love is an illusion,
but I only touch the tip of the ice burg here,
I leave the rest for you to find out,
but ponder what I said,
consider my theory real,
if love wa self inflicted,
hypnotism self administered,
and if someone mastered such skilled,
so as to plant seeds through speech,
actions, commands hidden in harmless speech,
the snake in the grass,
the snake within a sweet irresistable tune,
weaving all,
making you believe its from you that these feelings born,
When in acutality,
they've been planted,
only rcognised by the unconcious mind,
only to surface in quiet moments,
the concious begins to obey,
the unconciously recorded commands,
hidden between the walls of ordinary conversation,
you begin to fall,
deeper...note that falling in love is a process
when you're alone...you start dreaming,
imagining, seeing yourself with the person...not knowing,
you've been played from the inside out...
This are thoughts,
that occupy my time somtime..
and don't say its not true,
What is true and what isn't?
Why do we say something is true and another isn't,
Ther's still alot of dark areas in science,
and just because science cannot explain...doesn't mean it ain't true...
the idea of love is true..yes but..look carefully...its hypnotism..self administered...
I hope I've got yous thinking...always looking beyond...what is...and remember "nothing is as it seems"
Human language is but pathetic
engaging in semantics
for ‘tis only with poetry and music
are attempts to define this enormity
of such mystery
as big as the universe
this phenomena
this enigma
So profound
Is it the missing link?
The elusive state of equilibrium?
For which the pursuit of
Has to begin with fear of it
And respect for
As holy and sacred
Yet real
And attainable…
For without lov
Inside and all around
What’s the whole point of life
As I know it?
…’tis bittersweet
being stuck with it..in it…….
‘tis tough
trying to be a disciple of love…
…..but even so…Laikim nating…na nating tru…..
