out of Context;
‘…The death industry relies on our wallets and our bodies to huddle under their deprecating care, and deny the redundant concepts of better health that they try to display, how do you think they can make so much money in light of various medical disasters?…’
out of Context;
‘My interest is divided between the relevant and the irrelevant, but not too often am I able to resolve the infrequency that the two cohere, that the two ideologies would collide into a single straight frame of mind…Getting tired of all the self-serving skulduggery that betrays this skin…I am selfish’
out of Context;
‘Where there is a glimmer of hope might be just enough noose to strangulate the good times out of you, but the negative sight is not all there is to see. Even manure grows crops of some worth, but sometimes I wish it wasn’t just this cesspool in view…’
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…’
Ominous, of course being within the bounds of a Friday the Thirteenth, but any day could be like this, how little we do know…
“The United States is unusual among the industrial democracies in the rigidity of the system of ideological control – ‘indoctrination’, we might say – exercised through the mass media.”
~Noam Chomsky; american linguist, philosopher, activist and author.
out of Context;
‘This I have made so by my strength of will, I have created this world I have found myself within, and taken no regrets at the actions that lead me here.’
we speak from inside
the mind’s eye
where we do not die
merely experience
the rest of all of this
one at a time
we create
worlds within ourselves
this way
a growth.
the youth in me
moves outward
to portray frustration
inside others for
my actions turn
to mush together
becoming that
thing that ideas
circulate among
images that would
otherwise point
towards blank
and empty spaces
creating disarray.
Tears of blood, fall from grace;
Scabbed wings from a hollow face;
Pain of heaven now flame in hell;
A wish to say I never fell