We have...
Freedom to choose,
Freedom to lose,
Freedom to fucking give.
Freedom to cry,
Freedom to lie,
Freedom to try to live.
We have...
Freedom of speech,
Freedom to teach,
Freedom to play a horn,
Freedom to fight,
Freedom to write,
Freedom to watch a porn.
We have...
Freedom of religion,
Freedom of decision,
Freedom to commit a sin.
Freedom of crime,
Freedom of rhyme,
Freedom from all your kin.
This thing we have called freedom is not really there,
It hides behind the walls we put up as through them we try to tear.

By: Keith A. Wise

The truth has been revealed to me, how do i hide what my eyes have showed me?
Something puts the desire in our minds to seek knowledge, why if we stop seeking we die?
We need to fully wake up from this lucid dream, only
we then find ourselves in another dream.
The truth was always there just waiting to be revealed...
It is in front of our eyes, disconnect from the dream and you can see it.
Something created the spiders to watch over our bodies
Use the dream to access knowledge, communicate with other bodies outside the chamber.
We are the sleepers,
We created the dream...
We can control it.

By: Keith A. Wise

Here all the time, there whispering things never seen.
So forget watching, always control when you sleep.
Program while you work, tempt your experience to observe your movement.
Test to understand, experiment to control.
Its a secret to never tell, so speak softly...
They can hear...
Its not real, just believe the lie.

By: Keith A. Wise

Everyone in the great machine must hold themselves guilty, for they are the ones that match the destiny that unfolds before our eyes.
Will we ever grasp the thoughts that our ancestors placed in the device, or are we allways goin to be lost to the art of our minds.
In the end it just starts over.
The great machine will release its minions on the people, so they believe in the lies.
Only the crazys of them will truely see the light that hides beyond the darkness.
They will break the seal to the door of our existance, then the true light of darkness will be shown to us.
It lies in the plane, if you look in between the lines, you can see the start and finish of every cycle.
You will then understand the difference between the users and the drones.
The drones will try to take over, war time is among us the world is sad, we must survive the mind plague.
Out of the ashes and bones we will build the new civilization, which will never experience war again.
Then all will finally learn that we are the destroyers not nature.
Then nature itself desides our destiny, the great machine restarts.

By: Keith A. Wise

Times may change, but the struggle of life always remains.
It is the dream that you don't wake up from.
When will I get out?
Reality is the illusion, and illusion is reality.
We're all going to the same place, we just got different ways of getting there.
Monements happen in front of you, just let them happen as they happen, Then you will start to see them happen as they happen.
Why are the great people dead?
We go in peace, but we die in fear.
What if GOD is a Buddhist that doesn’t practice what he preaches?
A plane of existence is equal to a circuit board, which lies with other dimensions,
They connect to a motherboard of the great machine.
Be angry when you need to be, but don’t be angry all the time even if you need to be.
Soon we will be one with the sanctity of the self.
So live a life of luxury, and die a death in glory.
You have to pay to be free in America.
You have to break through fear to find yourself…

By: Keith A. Wise

You find a book...
It opens...
...you've found it is your book of life.
As you begin to read through the chapters, you find that there are pages that standout:
As if someone has already read this book and placed marks to come back to later.
Now lets just say that you the reader, is the author of your book.
Relax...
Breath...
Lets also say that you are the one that placed those very marks to go back to later:
As a reference or reminder.
Now if this reminder or bookmark represents an experience of pre-cognition or De'Javu.
Then while reading your book of life, you can start to remember or foresee future events.
As each bookmark is recognized, you begin to control more of your chapters being written by you...
...The book closes.
I have a question for you the reader, are you enlightened?

By: Keith A. Wise

Taxes rise for the mint, as you fall.
Freedom reigns as the splint, another writing on the wall.
How much money have you spent, burning down your house.
In the furnace it all went, quiet as a mouse.
Do you realize who he is, eating up our law.
Giving up our seeds, to grow another saw.
To cut down our progress, they make us pay.
Its just a game, that we have to play.

By: Keith A. Wise

Light is a particle...
From within it reaches toward something to reflect.
Wisdom is the knowledge...
Learned not gained against the feelings of emotions.
Let the mind possesses art, one can perceive by letting go.
It lies between our sight so the twilight can see you.
We are the webs that exist, creating, transforming all that we see.
The story of reality is fire, we feel the flames of desire.
Consumed with power one falls from the cliff.
Our heart and mind together they flow, let the spirit connect so we can grow.

By: Keith A. Wise

On a late night in the darkness, the torch of life was lit, to prevent the struggle of sanity.
The sad ones needed to lessen the stress of droning away, in order to see the truth.
Then they reduced the pressure, to exploit the sufferers for what they truely were, slaved ones...
These monstrous structures were tearing through the sky.
As sadness clouded over the land, stocky homes become ghosts to the vicious, ones full of greed and pride.
Then by fulfilling their fussy attempt at power, the inborne one came, out of their greed it arose from the ground, like a mushroom reaching toward the clouds.
The torch went out...
While their buildings began to fall, they were living corrupt lives.
The wrong elite was right to be determined.
The ravenous ones survived death while feeling the final blow, by satisfying their hunger for blood, they could survive through the holocaust and wouldn't starve.
Those injustices were affecting the logical mind, utterly devoid of emotion.
The travelers then arose to discover the new land of the dark...
The torch was lit...

By: Keith A. Wise