the conquerer Whim
taken as granted these many people leaping and praying for unity on one hand and all of them critical like you or i in their intolerance of displeasing factors suspending our habits like dead rabbits awaiting as a multitude of uses comes lurking around this bend sinister trends that yield a lucky couple of feet along ahead of the rest of the pack opening out with the wolves roaring and snarling into the cold err of way less compassionate creatures such as us berserk and twisting inside these crypts as coded mediators punching keys whose locks will not turn, within the tumbling churn as remedy follows syndrome whose ease is a communication ill in diseasing the herds as in almost everything has the urgent tendency to take over or to put it another way to dominate in a sense that the paradigm of opportunism pressuring us to be dolls and puppets being set up and manipulated like toys to be tossed aside or back into a silent darkness that then has become a sensory deprivation as a chamber collecting the lost and found into shallow cells contemplating the relevant pieces to that construct as created by our means when meaning is null and void by judgments irrational, and the dense sense of choking under the tension and anxiety of a society gone astray as much as to have become an ashtray heart gone grey and deaf attempting to listen and scream for compassion as unlocking a few of those aspects added part by part making a shroud from our shadow who retains dark arts as a potential parasite utilizing these tricks of the highly-masculine mind not always to benefit as perhaps weapons in a self-defense that becomes overwhelming yet necessary to adapt and a survival over other beasts… homogenized from birth to sense the next steps left in our individual trails leading from cradling shelters to grave situations that a small consolation prized has no more room in the eyes of the paw monkeyed with to curse us wearing this idiot tied into flesh that yields often or not at all as this dichotomy ripples with repercussion in from ancient streams of consciousness weaving as tight strands against the waves in this human sea as the corporate leftovers crawl away loitering a scene dirty with their bloodied whining chiming in for a piece of the relevant institutions we were given though not granted to show us the lessons and errors in our ways, as any Mankind flawed has yet been the trend-setter spinning the english slanguage with corrupted propaganda meaning subverting many of the newest extremes as they advance our collected plight together like an army obliviously marching astride progress and over the heads of those whom would persecute their crimes, but this deliverance rarely seems as if to come about in genuine or honest ways that this humanity can fully embrace outright without any suspicions being drawn upon like conclusive proofs though wholly raised up by opinion alone as facts can be so dull in practical contexts so much so that there is no audience when thorough plans were made to be performed again and again in disguises…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on July 10th, 2016 in blogging, my art & dreams, rants & raves, subdued wisdom, w for Wasm.... You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.