Body Mind and Soul

soulbound prayers i am my own worst nightmare caught in the middle of misfortune fathertime with ladyluck i do not care to share my body is seperate of my mind what i say and do is different than what i wish to achieve the art of perfecting the harmony of such perfection to do what i say and say what i mean and prove it to set me free yet the game you play to drive me crazy blame game pawns putting the king in check three moves ahead of the corner my mind is being put into i try to scramble away and yet the inevitable familiar mistake loathing the unfortunate scenaria ill dignified justice unjust chariot with wheels before the horse if it doesn't make sense how could it be yet evolution claims victoms of many false prophets we just call them scientists my body tells my mind how comfortable i should be in my own skin my soul akin to the thoughts of the way i feel towards my maker and surroundings happiness lies within the art of which lies in the art of the madman making sense of the schism of the checkmate three moves to sidestep of the next victom to hide behind the day i say what i wish i would and act accordingly perhaps to popular demand a sellout to some a happy person in question the truth of health of body mind and soul philosophers stolen stone soulbound prayers in such akashik records cynical eyes hiding behind your humour consequences for laughing the day of atonement to make you truly happy no bloodbath but a crying game mentally cornered so you can live with yourself and not shatter every mirror and paint over yourself \the same picture you may be led to believe others tell themselves the art of talking yourself out of going crazy the art of looking sane the balance of what is happening and shutting down performing your own feat of unequal measures to gain back your own power taken back from the people in epic battles fought over in legacies so fathers and mothers of torture can rest body mind and soul i hope one day have the burden of the walking contradiction i be aligned to the beauty i desire leave the lies comit to understanding the truth sets many free longing for no more confusion in how to communicate my own prayers and have poor karma dampening my actions the spiral out of hand the hands inside my head actions speak louder than words blind leading the blind eye for an eye we can see out of one eye at least but for what price do we go deaf?