I have a habit
I stop when I get what I want
I can rest
The dramatic scenes then,
Before the habit kicks back again
The high comes back in.

I see myself in a habit
As a noise
As I am
Experiencing and identifying with it
Gradually becoming accustomed to it
Like going to bed to rest in a
Personal state
To wait for the noises to disappear.

Is a habit a sacrifice or
A trick
It can live only because of me
Everything I see is now only
My habits, on my outsides
In my insides
Floating like clouds
All being my construction.

Freedom Song.

Analogies of imaginations 
Help live in mathematics and
In a choice
Capable of discovering laws
Of polygamy,
Typically an independent mind
Belonging to the 'God-Gene' 
Knows by deterministic philosophy the right and wrong
Of chemistry and physics.

Deterministically I am free
With free will
I make choices
To choose what to refer too
Within my neural receptors.

Locked up in freedom
Like a defense ploy in action.

I Believe By The End Of Belief.

Nothing near about being near
Or about being far as being far,
Only in two possibilities if I do or not 
Encounter how thought splits and
Travels.

Experiences separating and creating experiencers only
To be converted to a belief,
To a real,
Creating also a waiting room
For all those needed that subjective creation of experiencer.

Refreshing are skeptics
Those that are rigorous with datas and philosophies,
Hallucinated are mindless pragmatist who indulge in
Typically creating psychological sciences.

If you have something profound,
How would you know it to be?
If through anyone else, than you
Need a brain surgery.

Anonymous assertions
Silence jesting
Were they complains or
Apples and oranges
In issues of living arrangements

Talk and do better
Feel what was there
A point of view though
May be I can share
How to see
When the how goes
To a parking routine
Fresh perspective and
One way opportunities

If god helps us understand
I could be a rabbi
And make rains out of tears

Would this be true?

If I registered darkness
I was alone
If could see the day light
I had a lot to do.

If nature could teach nature
I would always be a pattern
A pattern reveals life
Or predicts anomalies
That further formed patterns
If nature perfected nature
Would it discard it as
It would then be unique.

Shapes help name the stars too
Me too and all the rest
In mathematics I found Maya 
Interrelated in all my relationships
In golden spirals
That what I assumed
I could understand in numbers.

What would friendship be, be
If the friend would not be my
Other self

All insights that come from doing
That comes from a friend
It always grows from the ground up

If I need contemplation
To be happy in this life
Why should I not have a friend then, for
It would be a life of utility,
Pleasure and excellent friendship.