the Wastrel
what magic idle hands work when the mysteries are still veiled by a strongly willing ignorance contrasted by the curiosity that makes humanity carve a means out of the nothing as it exists in real time like the rest of us Here, we strive to stay constructive productive people even as distraction and obligation compress a being into doing what it does not necessarily desire through critical intimidation and manipulation of ideas with the words, and how they can be utilized to change the righteous into a mass of simpering fools who choose to reside in utter darkness in resistance to whatever consequence the system of authority puts into place to confuse us as well as narrow all possible choices to be undertaken by people at large… a steep climb to reach higher and higher constructs of power as described by experts and their common interpreters who decide it is their duty to correct those who are wrong to the viewpoint standard in their minds, this civilization seems a bit like bunk in that vicious light shined upon the violence and the filth that gets devoured frame by frame as this life as movie is hyped out of control in sequence with the casual swaying of lives as awaiting to be plucked and taken from this revision of stimulation much like retreating missionaries going home, but if this is a home where the heart can deceive while taking the others down housed in this social calamity made magnanimity by the coercive methods conceived by old madmen in mansions and plantations to keep us all toiling away then this is not to be my home for too long indeed… the dead beats of the apocalypse heart spread enlightened fire to the resisting heads unwilling to try understanding this mess made before they ever got Here to confess empty what it is they sold as souls for the material left in the wake, this a seething sea of debris and decay as the pieces rust and writhe as machine gone astray as much in the dark as the light of a new age where nothing rules over us as our lives are each so very precious both to us and the people we affect by our thoughts and actions coming alive, but this affair comes with a price if we decide that we cannot trouble ourselves to care for others the ways we wish to care about ourselves though not always as selfish in ways to control and catalog others’ movements…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on December 6th, 2013 in blogging, dark thoughts, my art & dreams, rants & raves, w for Wasm.... You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.