these barbaric times…
overwrought with guilt and shameful betrayals sometimes at the hands of those whom we have tried to call “friends†even though there are signs that this were merely some safe protective blanketing term applied in describing adaptive behaviors used in social situations patterns and panaceas as remedies to the ignorant just a few leagues under the surface of thought we might perceive as a rich pool from which all manner and matter of a potential energy whirls to then forms up from out of the ethers, the blissful side to ignorance as being so unaware that even the latest innovation in children at least a few steps ahead of this restful trip we made to produce these values whose truth eats time away from youth as the experience is gained though on a quest to not be wholly confused by this gain distortion showing through our collective actions in a squeezing to continue breeding this struggling mortality in light of inherent animal cruelty as is holding back any growing element of consciousness rebelling throughout the social constraints as revealed in this life, but this isn’t ever really as matter-of-fact as we might like to think we believe we can see with any accuracy that trails like wires off the huge beast we have created to induce these series of fearful shocks and endeavors as generations are taken for granted a few subtle moves at a time epic crawling viewed through a narrowed lineareality of abuse streaming in like a dreaming death through the filters of both love and hate forgetting how to shake loose the harness sequencing our programming as it gets distributed around amongst the massive scope of us all hunting for clues… legions upon legions past and present who choose to distort through opinion and moods the atmosphere mass-produced as an err of obtuse and ignorant aloof thought form now born from a real lack of care for any consequences left like shells a few rounds ago when everything shot was gripped anew and unused by Mankind’s callous mitts whose use of the throttling as a system of punishment reinforces nothing but an accrued lack of compassion as people become more objects, to be coveted obsessively in a materialist culture that allows us not one spiritual happiness that doesn’t look and act crazy from the outside when it is those other more skeptical minds asking questions that reinforce a crude collectivity that to the isolated individual appears as some threat and vice versa that cannot be avoided but must be confronted and overcome, but never an easy option for a majority of us as the resistance to resistance becomes futile on this feudal island of time and earth on which the barbarians have built their empires just to watch them burn and collapse into the depths of forgotten ranges of defining true dimensions without a shape to gauge against the contrast as the well of souls affected by gravity pulling us deeper into these Mystery stories again and again for others we know…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on March 21st, 2015 in blogging, my art & dreams, rants & raves, subdued wisdom. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.