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Love in Hell

what is the point of the words ‘love you’ that we can tap into that askew energy from which is provoked a sense of the morbidly romantic, the fatalistic test of societal adaptation giving itself over to the willing participants in a human conflict of personal interests, and improvising the giving into of the moralist facade that captivates and eliminates our self among the herd for that loving group consciousness that only is believed to appear with the right person at the right time… this is a form of idolatry or an objective idealism that cannot sit completely comfortably inside the minds of the subjective human animal, there are too many skeptics out there of the powers of love and fantasy where the Muse is said to reside beyond the heart of hearts, but this seems an outmoded concept in some people’s analyzation of it even though the parts of biblical myth are still avowed truths to those with only a feeling for the immediate in their lives… no idea of an actual past or visualization of history as we know it even though the energy begins somewhere further down the path where some might only witness the end, but love does this, it makes our visions dark to the point of serious appraisal and reckless final judgment of the ‘good’ or ‘evil’ in everything we see… making us disapproving whores and zombies less response-able the more we allow the stasis of consuming subsume our true personality, there has to be a moderation point when the collective breaks down into the individual whose needs and wants are overlooked for the greater massive, and it is Here that we find sinister tricks that reinforced the group mind disguise worn over the face of imbalance… of master and servant, which when equally applied in liberal amounts is indeed a great equalizer for the cosmic censor, but all affection and hope becomes lost if the power struggle becomes too much of a power vacuum for one person over the other… we are in constant argument to adapt socially to the world around us, the world made or chosen by our active motions alone as we seek out the complimentary pieces we think we can see with perfect objective clarity even if the later effect is delusion or obsession because of the “sudden” negative turn for the worse, and then we are the servants to an aggression fueled by the more insidious emotions expressed through us… our bodies jolt and jiggle with excitement when the affection we crave draws nearer to us as an autonomous reaction to the stimulation bred into the gaps of mind and body and soul, a distant relative to the more primal obsequies that complete the fire ritual of human sacrifice manifested by god and country, and we are all martyrs waiting to happen as saints in a sinners wolfskin dying to be considered someone in anyone else’s eyes… the art of love is by all means the only proper way to express what has lately become a constrictive device to lock others into place for the rest of their natural lives, as it is so unbounded by either respect or animosity which can at times make the rest of us so trained more than a bit uncomfortable with that freedom of choice, but the artist keeps acknowledging the inner vision of peace and prosperity from even beyond the grave situations that make us all feel like shit and depressed and deprived all at once… we have the capacity the fear being unloved or remaining unconnected, and only we have the luxury to say whether we are unloveable which to this writer pure fiction as we are all under the auspice of both love and hate so we need to embrace both of these as parts of the grey of life, as it is only by keeping these points close to us that keeps us from hating ourselves too much to where it is unhealthy to do so… we are our own Mystery hero on the quest of our lives to expand, explain and exalt our inner force or spirit that further drives to cosmic flow onward through the abyss of time and matter, the emptiness of space matches the hollow inside ourselves that gives room for the perception of all things at once, and to be too distracted by the ideal of romantic love for one instead of soulful love for everyone reflects the bias that yanks us sideways through the keyhole when we originally had the implanted suggestion that we were free from succumbing to doing whatever we were told to do by our lords…

Thanks, khet.