what’s the Understory…?

what is the crucial detail fixated upon by leaders known no better than by the superstitions they fight to keep in place as the masculine masochistic reign over culture can begin to seem irrelevant to growth or forward progression as the truth in change fertilizes the realities that come next to connect Here to there throughout many numbers of a means that do have their perceptible edges ending group resonance calling forth individual introspective visions much inherent in the unheard languages of our day and age as the books and journals are filtering our odd colliding perspectives in whose consensus of stable or substantial is critical collateral damage to the creative self trying desperately to breathe in and absorb that emotional part of energy that never evaporates no matter the traumas are inflicted accidentally or on purpose as no particular law or creed is the overriding rule because of how many other versions of these “plain facts” are out there, but choice between seeing and not seeing are artifacts of differing ages still anchored to our modern world mostly because of how we wear our genes out upon a fascinating collusion in cells of all various formulaic divisions as labors shared and stretched among those choosing to participate before particulating and flaking off into a dozen different more almost clone-like facsimiles racing around from head-to-foot wandering through the chores and miniscule wars that have collaborated to feature us aware of presentable-type chances that might give us the upper hand in advantage of these oppositions decided for us out on the edge of wits attempting to find a good grip on the world as perceived in fundamental bridges to this moment we share to witness upon all other sides of argument debate and discussion as are making us take of featureless void and mold it to our wills not wired wrong by the rest of this lazing cultural oblivion, set to maim as parallel in wave to stay through beating that dragon at its own games that fail or accel a being as those chosen by fatefully dark confrontations to condemn in subtle stones stories by which have been built our opinions and options to choose our freedom in through that stratification of power and resources onto a granted distilling of these things necessary for movement through the ages without social statics holding us solid a frozen creature in cells of time capturing our progressing those fragments cut off once their cast… the battles slowing an uptake in the breaking down of a glacial past attracts the ships to claim them for calamity as vessels straining to stay awake through the voyages that change us into the people we see after years of this kind of torment taking place from within the ruined souls cluttered with damaged callus coating traumatized receptors for everything that cannot divorce from our senses though lines up perfectly with being too overtly offended and manipulated by words too deeply rooted in the psyche to dislodge easily, but a thought caged in rhetoric as one we cannot understand has seen its ways disarrayed tumultuous fathom swirling depth ridden as the tidal strikes betray currents flowing under breath to carry our carcasses away from cruel and harsher sequences of frequency than ever experienced before a Now as a concrete ordeal of civilization successfully shaped and set as that certain currency that vibrates through us and our eyes and minds when even the sensual world seems unbelievable to you though you know some facts tend to be right as they cut and constrict our lives into these game theory movements while playing out the odds in individual series of feedbacks fuzzing out reality at the base human level as in advancing layers of enlightenment freeing our darkness shattered from ego to id to warp perspective the further estranged, sorting through points of reference an exercise for practical spiritual release as new releasing on a life one deserves as reason to follow something that buries all this pain leading to a substantial sacrificial jam where the energies we are part of leave their stains upon this world with more and more of us realizing what a shitty slice of those pie chart persceptions we have been in on for most of this wandering time in space wondering why a living death claims all consciousness inside us…

Thanks, khet.

Posted by :\_khet on March 4th, 2017 in blogging, my art & dreams, rants & raves, subdued wisdom, u for Upas.... You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

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