Take It and Come
the dark night of the soul… a captured voice, taken with words and sedate of attitude, sits complacent to this aberration as it continues to mock the revenues of retinues unnecessary for group developing… a fortune of choice that can take us nowhere, fast… hoisting us up far above by our bootstraps of chance… a fate worse than death?… those that can, do, and as those without knowing any better cannot do anything… the spit and brackish water sinking in as the sponge gets dirtier still, and there is nothing the reckless massive can do… except wait for a fate cursed with depth made blessing by the experience manifest in the dense destiny of those passive to nature’s hands, what god is chaste enough to let alone this mortal throe that has built and pilfered the last good thing there is, and has not a conscience to let it go when the worth has wasted away all bits of truth?… the unhappiest place on this heathen earth is right where the mind meets the small matter of compensation for all shared suffering, a weathered being whose reporting of the atrocity is distasteful to those without any compassion or respect, or it is the moderate who overreacts to the disaster without ever once reacting to the original seed of discord?… concepts mixed and confused together as the mystery builds itself into a stirring climax that utterly screams to be acknowledged as a force of change loosed upon the world for the hopes that the dreams will not die or fade away, but even if they do die and decay into the avoided misery of lost memory, there is still a hope that can buoy this device outside of the wildernesses of heathen Mankind… as unkind to humanity as humanity is to itself.
Posted by :\_khet on April 24th, 2013 in personal afflictions. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.