Luxtapose
precious like our times Here upon the earth as we each take turns resting in fighting against the spectacle this derisive division deflecting any act of reflection building upon our wishes for potent positions of power to charge the hoards and bait the whores who pay an arm and a leg in wars played as tactic to extract the best and worst out of people through their dreamy surreality forming thoughts sometimes translucent and apparent as windows, dreams lifted into the air because of their naturally immeasurable lightness of being bared by the burden of executing and distracting the wilderness from this organic life woven through the depths of time and space as we all replace what was last before us with the novel qualities of capability and capacity in a strange angle taking enlightened consciousness to live on the ground floor to learn what life is for in processing the experience as it relates to ourselves and the everything residing around playing a part in human being as the environment affecting our world, and it is a room with a view in onto the objectification of those elements as they morph and whirl in this blast furnace we have created collectively and maintain with an odd absolution of fury realized cold hard and true forceful like the reckless few who take the matters into their own hands to conquer all those crevices and cavernous realizations ever devised by the magnetic anti-mind behind substance… enlightenment we have taken to levels of the granted wish for a conscience conning us out of excitements it feels lacking to only imagine inside our heads alone in science-fiction fantastic fluctuation under some unfathomable curtain drawn closed from within lurking underneath the animal skin hungry for knowing more, from primordial behaviors eliminated like a wasted pasty taste of the former life lived shedding layers of awareness and essence to harness the visions from other ages and stages of life seeking a voice as the mutations slough off the crusty surface of this gifted existence mortal for a minute as the blade of grass in the kingdom waiting for that moment of slight settled peace to switch, and we as beings of light are given access to this skeletal frame in an effort to progress reality into new stratospheres of discovery as we search to observe the vital connective tissues to realize intent in this fragile ornate system that slowly burns from somewhere deep beyond the mere acceptance of broken wealthy gods forcing themselves high above us in a ridiculous stance of bad superiority…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on April 13th, 2014 in blogging, dark thoughts, j for Jeofail..., l for Logogriph..., my art & dreams, rants & raves. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.