out of Context -‘…i started writing all this material to begin with as a challenge not an obstacle to aid in the personal evolution that each of us enters into without knowing how or what the journey entails, and whose entrails have come one-eighty degrees for me so the stagnancy ends now as i begin to wage a battle with myself and nature and words and whatever powerful series of forces influences my decisions to accept the renewed challenge starting next month to write and publish my thoughts or poetry or whatever stories i have to share with what little audience i really have in the Out There for what i hope will go further than a year of this consistent practice making me better mind body and soul…’
divinity made us digest the manifestations of a source whose silver cord from the motherboard is as vital an accessory as any hairs teased or plucked out of the visions beheld by few but those bodies eclectic enough to run through their river of life thoughtful of the safety switches that dismantle a system like this so thoroughly-upheld because otherwise total chaos is not reliable or so can be said by creators of a differing strain at odds because of the pain of elements like queer variables stacking up odds cracking the compulsion of worry and dread that possesses our souls for a collected sort of flawed creatures crawling as much as trolling the passersby whom trash each other by the age old rarified stench for which we find ourselves used to much like the climate and its ever-changing …
the dirt dug us deeply six feet from the last bodies that dropped there having made the mistake of dying so slowly that the world change around us to be tempted by watershed marks on the pavement left after the seas of our past in a strange repetition of the past sagas swept over the ruling parties standing tall and upright to mimic and strive boldly into those false fates first in rejection of a solid and stable foundation to begin the quest out there and thus finally finish the question over doubt and skeptical sermons about the powers-that-be being present though not altogether aware of the future that would rise pushing promotions of civilized solicitation and lobbied an insanity into existence out of nightmares barely credible outside of the human mind seen as alien more than simply other …
the screeching of the weasels and the cries of the carrots echo down in the park this jungle has become drumming as much free basing off of the fear ruling the streets to make the consequences more distinct to those who refuse to pay attention even though they realize the hollow highs costing us our space and time if we waste too much of it to then become just another lesson to be recorded to teach the hoarders to confess their syntax with languages so late they are deceased or believed to be that way oppressed as dead “men” have no tails or threads used in a long drawn out series of threats as solely benefits anyone adapted and dying to take advantage of the greater collective hard-pressed to commit to a better future in easy-made instructions written for …
the fools are magicians and those we figured were for the best scholars and wizened wizards actually were really foolish pretenders faking their way to the imaginary top of whatever heap was thought can easily make them champions among men whose ways are distant and nostalgic as the ‘venerated saint’ is yet another way of saying ‘fool’ though with much more respect as the spectrum so ordains it necessary in among the common vulgar people who sit and laugh and are entertained by the plights of all of those who suffer to make things better in this brooding den of antagonists we have become in order to get to all the work done and the results we implied before the window of opportunity closes, so we can never wholly silence the voices speaking in out-of-turn with each other trying …
no humble narrator Here to guide you away safely through the dark side of the solar being we are while still within this vessel awaiting orders to change, and thus our adaptability to what we perceive when receiving information as signals and symbols too potent to avail for the mood of a better moment yet to make a message of effective communication possible to more than the select few who choose to lead us all in an inane fashion viewing themselves as the greater sovereigns for a peopled collective than they who as individuals could each manage destiny for their own reasons instead of supplanting others motives for the personal one, pushing what little sensations we have to burst and bubble at a surface attention while speaking in tongues too soft to notice any of the proper etiquette necessary …
the self-fulfilling prophesies triggering a constricted air hole through which to breathe in the tiny bits and bytes of informative fuel that can inspire us to greater feats of whose foibles are tracked in consistent lock and step all throughout our cycles on this planet making a sub-optimal choice for our own reasons as seasoned by our individual attitudes and perspective suspects subjective in this a rat race made misery to quell curiosity that humans naturally feel in spite of the programming used to seal us inside, to determine a fate for ourselves when the weight of the world sits upon our shoulders each together though apart as clockwork cogs barely cognizant of the system surrounding us working a motivational motor of mojo on our parts through the demi-semi-quasi-waiving sounds that seem to be a stewing throughout the cosmos …
firstly, how does jesus or any religious figure from the past or any other time in history become any holy functionary or missionary of function perhaps as better put into words within code embedded into the human heart to try solving these alien problems by creating yet more problems that no other person contains a logical conclusion without some prevalence of literal interpretation of all kinds by their scriptures in order to justify the beliefs of the few, and then secondly what exactly is my definition of a proto-eso-terrorist… romantically, in an attempt to understand ourselves from other eras to some extent i believe, we are drawn into the suffering of these christ figures from ages past because they can reveal a deeper substance within us all that should not be undermined by a superficial excess as promoted by …
you are the epitome of stupid or perhaps ignorant as the fear washes over you and your frequent lies you say are true though of what standard measured are we so subdued from establishing free contact to these parts of our universal culture instead of the biased by-product of the mass-evading concern for compassion in part reinforcing the shapes of the traditional amid the troubling dissenters whose known curiosity admits their weakness to question aspects they do not know as fact, those suspicious factors attacked with no graceful approach in a statement of violence rather static and obnoxious to witness as the howls of victim and victor share in a space thoroughly devoid of happiness or respect but only an animal instinct latching onto the weapons of war and cruelty of terror and atrocity as the various social plagues …
i hate you, and your lazy ways looking for the opportunity whenever it lays in your path to betray and exploit or display and distort any truth to the situation out of guilt or shame for the words as you might have used them in error to your idiotic melees with the powers-that-be casually random which is pitiful behavior to remain an adulterated specimen yet barely an adult fully-grown to size up with as many of the rest of these capable people amongst you, might as well call it quits before dancing gig is up while a big wig with a name souled amidst the buyers’ blitz as zeitgeist jinx on all good things that may haps comes to pass as a bold expression revolting against the timelessness of these as hollow phases we go through again and again …