Concepts

CONCEPTS

Concepts forming conceptual understanding for time and space,
As I face defects, removing them all from my rhyme as I race,
Around so called facts, that lack the basic constructs for us to trace,
Is it all just a big waste of my time?
What I find tastes a little bit like truth as I keep seeking, 
Seeking to find questions as I'm thinking, 
Deep down its freedom, we need it for our awakening,
It's a treat when we get a glimpse, but we carry on sleeping,
True freedom is freedom from knowing,
Thinking we are our thoughts and concepts,
Accept not or you will sink, blink once,
Blink twice, real nicely defined advice, it's a must,
As I bust tight poems, distinct lyrical heist goin down,
It's the next round and I owe them, so here's some truth:
No truth exists within conceptual ways of thought,
Even thought isn't fixed, it's a concept so don't accept!
Don't discard this choice it's the pick, 
Slick styles by miles, is this a trick? Really just a trick?
Ignorance makes ya mentally sick, fix it up find the mixture,
Concepts that lead you to the truth, it's a journey to the cure!
Inspect the sewers, bleed no more, don't serve me, be a doer,
There's no ruler in the depths of consciousness,
Nothing to do with bliss, dismiss that follyness,
Confess these words are wise to open up eyes,
As I try to tidy myself, no lie I struggle with life, I don't deny,
Strife everywhere with minds living in fear, easily to mentally scare,
Never near anything dear to a wise mans ear,
Use them! So you can hear me, read me, 
If you dare, either your mind will run or maybe even care,
An ill mind with rhymes of the present time fulfilling,
A thing called consciousness evolution,
The present level is full of pollution,
No mindfully thought out positive solutions,
This would be a mind revolution, but negative energy reigns supreme,
Could be all a dream, ya never know, we low so we slow,
Within the construct of ego driven brainwashed zombies,
One wants to be instead wise and structured like a tree,
That will be me, freed and given freedom, we aren't monkeys!
The key is what your after can't be communicated,
I will state it bluntly for all intellectually related,
Our consciousness is out dated, over rated and I hate this,
Missed my point? Smoke a joint and I'm serious,
Various lines of thought distort, cause you to be caught,
Caught by your own mind defenses, lessens the grief,
It's beneath the minds offense and takes from you like a thief.

Quincy Mac

date written:2.12.2015

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