out of Context;
‘we walk with the crutches we were given from the beginning, but at some point even these break down, meaning the need to find new and better crutches sooner than later… threatened by my self desire while at the same time betrayed by the obligations i almost literally signed up for while i had the opportunity…’
out of Context;
‘the insulting linger as the words muster the effort that lacks a meaning, the nonsense becomes indecipherable as the emotions stream into the skull with a momentum all their own, and the villain either becomes vanquished or has more power for that day…’
out of Context;
‘as humans, we might have to fight to understand anything that isn’t handed to us first, and then fight with ourselves to manage the information well later… multitasking this is no easy feat…’
out of Context;
‘with the holiday confusion almost swept back under Pandora’s carpet, another year passes on, and we might find ourselves trapped inside another maze at the end… with the dust and the refuse our main allies…’
out of Context;
‘this is one of the many reasons/ influences why the human being becomes trapped inside of a repressive state, subduing the emotional intellect, a realization of “tension” between states of being/ mood… existence as illusory is but part of the dilemma, as instinct can undermine this emotional intellect, the animal we are from birth competes with the physical intellect which resides within all of us as well…’
out of Context;
‘the passive remains the sane as they sway, rocking against the waves of pain the angry unleashed, compassion seeming lost in the stiffness… the joints break down as the mind dims thin, cracking back the taps into spinal ‘columbined’ fluids, and still the silent leak into thread-bare listless crave… the tapping totals nothing as the fingers flicker from fear to page in equal streak, but is there ever really more to this, something quantified beyond the potential?…’
out of Context;
‘where are words when we leave nothing to be said later on?… the drifting whispers of ghosts as they travel through the murky tainted guts of a systemic infection pushing past boundaries empty of the right sense of certainty… the cataclysmic vibe that shoots from loads of minds, as the negative thrust revives its diatribe, wealth for the poorest vital kind of diseased humanity…’
out of Context;
‘the ringing syndrome flows through the hollow between my ears, and makes me wish i was just a particle again, some side of me in there somewhere… i do not cast aside ideas too easily, i do not think it gives the concepts true justice amidst the evolution of other gems in the lava’
out of Context;
‘i always wonder, but the grain is against me, the conformity… the steps taken that makes me fake, the faithless take is the chosen way, and still the same yet into light we seem to fade…’
out of Context;
‘martyrs-in-waiting, their blank canvas faces awash in the oil thick dripping from the nose, as crucifixion blues affix their pose in such a way… as to fit the appeal of massive quadrants of people, the numbers lifting high slightly bent to catch the light of day, and the choice is always yours to whom will lead you away…’