a mutation of the Mystery.
we are in the middle of all this pressure to perform, but we are truly in the middle of the road/ story because of the lack of understanding where the destination is as well as where the energy that motivates us comes from Here specifically, we are the living proof of mystery that there are even still mysteries to discover… there were mysteries that were never meant to be solved as there were no forms of detective then as our modern role today has made popular the invasive act of objectionable objectivity that has become trademarked as another grotesque form of entertainment anymore as televised over our mutually exclusive wavelengths of programming as they compete to make us the absolute model of the malleable consumer locked in a world of greed and want, the distortions of desirous ego as it tries to realize what it is in the human world a concretion as it is interpreted through a body that can speak for itself when pushed, and our bodies are an always mutating mystery themselves as a consciousness continues to scurry along to catch us by the mind’s eye… we race along adapting to the state of currency that shocks and awes us into a dormant loop of daily life removing our mettle to be replaced with a faulty substitute that cattle-lyzes the real urges in us to yearn for freedom, in order to feel justice is being served with the due diligence that such issues need to merit a fair interpretation where now acts of disgrace and distraction often take the place of insight in modern media and opinion as shaped by the incorporated interests that be, and it is Here that we make a stand for justice and freedom that has remained an idea unprecedented and unchallenged for generations long after the others that had established this disease among their people… the mysteries remain the same even as the perspective changes every now and then, it is these shifts in perspective that challenge and contradict each other as the pieces of our soul/ spirit is extruded and woven together to form what we perceive on a daily basis as the practical reality we function within, but our minds adapt to this plateau of the social jungle interactive on more layers than makes sense on a simple level… the guerillas line the streets in riot gear to bash the heads in of the non-conformist “scum” that biased media claims are homeland terrorists, but the reverse is more of a truth because the lies are so swiftly painted over by the realpolitik to cover up what isn’t relevant to the power struggle in moral or humane obligations to the people, abjected and abused by their respective comfort zones manu-fractured by the impetus of a broken state that doesn’t really care about its citizens at large… the active forces in our world today have relied upon tragic means of arrest to motivate the collective people through panic and fear, two contrasting points of fight or flight in light of defeating the corporate trohl trying desperately to convince a portion of the people that they can trust the system even with its horrendous flaws that equate to the reality of smashed dreams and wrecked lives by greed and wealth, and the mystery we battle is one that none of us can say for certain will come to a definite and distinct conclusion as betterment and development are ongoing spokes on the wheel of time and experience we all seem to be subjected to in this life… we take for granted the fact that we have such a limited view into what it is to be human, none of us are ever prepared for the advantages that will be taken of us even with centuries of indoctrination in motion through the modernity of social reform, and to remake the current human into a living machine of both responsibility and in service to the constant need reinforcing the suckling daylight vampires as they serve themselves like wild bores on the loose or on the hunt… the shortened moniker of the ‘Man’ is representative of the brutal dehumanizing of humanity from within, we are our own worst enemies when we are required to to remake a world filled with the people that refuse change even though it may be for the better, and it is being afraid that can reinforce being the asshole AND being the victim at the same time… people only begin to understand something when inspired, you must “cloud-burst” to break into a person’s creative dialogue with themselves, and this “seeds the clouds” into a brainstorm which transfers one energy into another describing another alchemical process of the soul within the human mind…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on December 3rd, 2011 in blogging, m for Manque.., my art & dreams, rants & raves, subdued wisdom. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.