out of Context – ‘…vibrantly ignorant of any obvious signs of decay that may occur due to the corrosive essence of corrupting pollution as lingering dark cloud over all proceedings whose acidic reigns have protected some and projected onto others but always leaks toxicity, perhaps much like a fountain wished into with such fervor and innocent joy that superstitions don’t mature they get traded in for larger vaguer more vacant corridors where fears act to swarm in uniform voice to subdue the victim much as any other subtly insidious sacrifice arranged to suspend disbelief that it could ever happen to them instead hearing the stories as though they were not also warnings used to trigger actual experiences without summoning sickness and disease to replenish the supply of bodies devoured by crooked anonymity…’
‘…see the reality of what remains unresolved as microcosm for the larger whole that knows not utility words that enable us to seek clarity out of the sewage that has become some semblance of waiting for death, indebted to layers of kindness and obligation from authority whose insight we distrust off-hand because our intuition says otherwise about oftentimes subtle treachery afoot though by nature of covert tactics appears to have obscured successes as opposed to explicit violence creating eddies of mayhem in random bouts swirling hectically through the technical snares that hook and tear holes in the arguments meant to be taken seriously once the laughter settles the trends of offending units marching unified dysfunctional series in appearing as humans servile to obscene gestures…’ – out of Context
‘…such gone government and connected ruling classes as all-encompassing state of entrapment, trying to find some ships the shape of which ruler needs to measure our stability against upheaval carried over from periods medieval to our more modern aspects of evil that continue for such actions Here to set our paths against each other without questioning the motives accentuating a negative tendency commanding the chance to release into the world with dead set savage certainty on real mayhem to bend the curve to fit any agenda as agreed upon by calculated statements…’ – out of Context
out of Context;
‘motion digesting the moves as frugal centrifuge refusing to die with everything that can be spent its states of being lucid dreaming at rest at best questions unanswered confessing consequence by obliterating witness can dead or alive sometimes comes back to die again demanding the fall of corrupted elders in whose just was jest at best an arrest through answers too heavy to fathom to full content queasy even to nauseous revolt as the eye divine sees in vivisecting sways of color with this system’s use of words scratching wounds that don’t bleed but never heal to be the only thing revealing latter day half-truths as proof of whose dead eyes seeing the believing in full fruit dropping it once the bitter juice bleeds through condemning the natural witches’ brew underneath as cycles of demons disguised…’
out of Context;
‘to wield change for enlightenment like scripture of feats to socially assume the roles we play to fit like twelve ignorant apostles seated around your jesus christ waiting to die while the depicted supper seems to last forever… questioning whether we can ever make respectful appeal to the spirits that lurk just inside of what we consider ‘food’ no matter how diverse and strange the range may be to those who don’t give even a second thought to or respect for the novel flavors just outside of the experience gained to be retained and savored…’
out of Context;
‘at the day-to-day work i do just to survive in this world fascinated to the death with the entertaining hive mentality as grown-up children with so many harsh responsibilities paid insufficient funds to meet the needs mocking like school-age children as though it were all such an adult place outside of the workplace, but it becomes a time to loosen these high standards once within the confining anything that might resemble professional boundaries to which jobs have always projected onto me at some level to a thoughtful state of mindfulness in both action and intent which others i work with seem to disregard once they punch that time card to start the work day off, this irritates me to no end even though i observe my own two sense sucked into the childish abyss justifying this mainstay…’
out of Context;
‘we are predictable pieces of meat that fit into a grand structure ideally of autonomy in daily life, the human being is one of many tools that can be utilized for its ignorance besides the fact that they are so convinced themselves that they are rational creatures, but here lies the crux of the situation that we can see a brilliantly hopeful horizon in the distance even as we stand amidst the trash and debris that the mad wealthy allow to tumble through the streets because they are so “happy”… which really translates as indifference, but the wealthy have infected the common working human with these skewed ideas as well…’
out of Context;
‘where we are the guilty and floundering spirit of innovation as peak oil drains from the stocks and barrels keeping this crashing lifestyle afloat, we are still always rediscovering that information that unknown sources have intentionally tried to keep away from our prying minds, and the conspiracies are not just in the throes of theory anymore as we are living in the pre-apocalypse age of conspiracy fact that we have been manipulated from the start…’
out of Context;
‘earlier today the question ‘what is the psycho-cosm?’ entered my thoughts, and the answer came bubbling forth from some deep conscious display, that it is the illusory nature that existence seems like an endless ride… the real is that, but also more than just that at the same time, as everyone perceives everything so very differently…’
the heart is shaken loose, from the gristle
that the organ had grown quite used to
abuse of the time, having lost for you
what you thought was mine, was it meant to be?
there were thoughts that were wrong to find
memories rather lost than not
fraught with peril for love with cost
grind the gears before the motion is lost
before that turning clock has rung
rust has broken that yet unsung