Is It?

I want to wake up from my dream to see the real, but the dream doesn't exist

Can You Find It?

They feared the real and almost witnessed it, but died before they had the chance to appreciate it. If you cannot find the happiness of real, where do you find it?

They Died, But Will They Live?

They were afraid of the real, so they continued to believe. And then the died. But it was ok. But when they saw the past, they were left with confusion, and the others lived.

Say It Is

The real is what they say it is. If the real seems sad, say it's something else. If they say happiness isn't there, say it is. Imagine the real. -Fear The Real

We Overlook Happiness Until We Die

They discriminate for the feeling of declaring the right way and the wrong way, in fear of dying with out an answer.


God is not the skies, but in your imagination of love and happiness. We fear death, but when we die, we will see the reality of our imaginations, that we've always overlooked. Imagine the real.
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Do We Really See Reality...?

People kill, die, and hate for the accomplishment of declaring the correct and incorrect way to live, but it's gotten us nowhere. And then we die.

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Is it Existent, or Imaginary? by: Michael Willey

Imagine the happiness.

There is no sad.

Close your eyes, difference will be less.

Find the happy in your imagination.

Find the reality, you always had.

 

It’s there.

The normal was nowhere.

And then she lived.

She saw the shine in the death.

She died with her first breath.

And then she lived.

 

It died in front of her eyes.

The pain was only lies.

The god was not in the skies.

God’s love lies in your imagination.

The happiness was your creation.

Let it be a celebration.

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Is it Time Yet?: by Mike Willey

Theory of time is the sought-after thought.

Broken hours are the in between dreams.

Living in seconds until death, we fought.

Wasting away, waiting for years to rot.

Week by week, in which we seek, is the theme.

Waiting for the clock, to give us a shot.

And right before you died, you almost caught.

It was almost over, you saw the scheme.

And you had reconsidered what they had taught.

And the time spent living, but never bought.

Living life in walls is how it may seem.

And die, bringing the life you never brought.

The late and slow clock, mock the distraught.

The future is extreme, past is supreme.

Calendar shadows a very deep thought.

Living from past to future, die you ought.

A wrinkle in time, death stitches the seam.

The ticking time is the precedent thought.

Living in seconds until death, we fought.

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Imagine a Reality In Which...

Imagine a Reality In Which... :by Michael Willey


Imagination numbs our nerves.

Pain and sorrow, making our imaginations all the more real.

The life and death, sealing the deal.

What's the real difference,

Get me out, I don't want to feel.

Day in, day out, secrete the illusion.

From the day we're born, 'what's the solution?'

Our finite minds; growing impatient.

The stagnation starts with assumption.

The second step...

Is the support of majority.

Fuel the differences; create races, religion, and nationality.

What's the right, what's the wrong?

Who's the average, and who's the abnormality?

Find peace with these differences.

And rely on these destined formalities.

Ever since this wretched establishment,

New questions are bad.

Conformity is the attainment.

Shall you disregard these formalities;

You are wrong; a sinner.

Criticized and ostracized.

Imagination is the panacea for feeling; pain.

See the reality, find insane.

Disperse the real from the real, and you will reveal;

The uncanny simplicity that we encounter day to day.

Under the influence, simplicity is venial.

We're all the same species; affiliated.

Born to be categorized and separated.

Born into a black and white world, eyes wide open, dilated.

Color not accepted,

Expunged and resurrected.

Supercilious culture, practiced and perfected.

Difference and minority,

Picked upon and dissected.

Majority is malevolent.

Change isn't evident.

Majority Seems omniscient.

Point of view influential; all cogent.

Converge to this trend or leave.

Conform to this religion or sin.

Heterosexual or faggot.

Caucasion; white or nigger.


These are the themes they bequeath to us.
This is the foreground to society; the thoughts behind our thinking;
Marting Luther King still dreaming;
Glass half empty;
Alcoholics drunk on life, still drinking.

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Imagine The Real

Your differences are simply an illusion, you'll see one day. The hatred and discrimination is just our imaginations running wild; the real is scary, it's unfamiliar.