SMALL WORLD OUT THERE CONSUMING ALL OF MANKIND
the rage the planet must feel at the tiny invading force enveloping and breeding like mad, but one day there will be justice…
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collisions into responsibility
…and flowing from the night sky with grace and progress…the daydream of the habitual liar, and source of the extremity that was, the childhood impulse at large and streaking with that blazing sunset…what have you when you came here in the first place?…
chaos haiku
the crawling things take no relent.
the stirrings of the possessed senses.
the protest of withered hands in function.
the machines take their roles in society.
the cost is too much to deny now.
the motion makes waves appear.
the friends are nowhere now.
the husks remain to play.
the games of discord.
what is the price paid for the creative mind?
the sections.
understand this decrease…with faltering steps approaching the state of numbness…the dollars fall from the pocket, unnecessary trinkets…possessed fetters of a material existence…the spirits of a central intellect gather around the newborn reality…a gaping hole where the music dies…vast and unforgettable echoes of senses pushing past the boundaries…ghastly quotes from the rogues who eat the slithering silence as they pass…standing at the edge of the public opinion…with regard for no one that defies the collective will of this mob…this is where destiny is said to hold sway over the whole…the technique is the guarded secret of creating cultures…moving the tribes of conscious humanity to the corners of their kingdoms…the mentality of the writhing mass invades the strength of the fairest ruler…undermining the ability to think consistently…for the protective structure…the chitinous form has many layers to formulate and carry out the …
motion through the struggles that be…
out of Context;
‘with questions of intellect turning from the emotional realm to the moralistic, and even into the religious territories of wonder. hurdles and experiences one-and-all, but not without certain rewards to be had. the machine grants the probability for success, and a contented cog is an effective piece of movement, free of distractions and earnest to better progress.’
words of “was-dumb”.
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Reaping the sewn.
As the worm turns
it spins with the earth
yet is as fully separate
as the humans that walk upon it
the matter lies flat over the worm
the shockwaves from running feet
across the dirt as the worm swims
feeling surface moves as it goes
frozen by time the material loosens
as the worm drives its’ way
through a darkness that needs no eyes
a place whose pressure grows
less where the worm has passed
creating footprints in the dirt
making it less a hiding ground
it becomes by then a stomping ground
Thanks, khet.
Silly amalgams of syllables…
out of Context;
‘…a chain of commands brought from distant lands to hide ourselves amongst the leaves, and fight the swill of yesterday with words that spill and spew…spoiling the outcry set by forgotten sails…’
