the directions written on the paper
are written to confuse and confound
the beasts reveal themselves through
the motion
while their eyes show a soul
it takes time to understand what
let alone why that it was written
especially this way that conveys
nothing beyond
the eyes that glimmer so
the soul stops Here but only for a ride
to cruise the city streets
to run through rural fields
fighting scarecrows
stopping farmers from killing
the harvest is the human alone
a good harvest indicates a good year
a bad harvest indicates a bad seed
allowed to form bonds
under the surface of the dirt
this is the map of growth and experience
the waiting is what kills you
queue upon queue of waiting
like a river dribbling people over
to sort their way through more lines
patience should be easy
patience is the way to meet such a challenge
impatience, however, is far sooner
revealed and realized
as the blood begins to boil
as annoyance takes its’ toll
this isn’t the place for weakness
weakness should be kept to
the infirm who cannot reach
to make known the need for help
help out from progressing lines
for freedom from waiting
creeping
the thoughts
pour out
too
much
too
quickly
insanely
dripping
slipping…
drip…
drip…
drip…
dripping
dropping
from depths
above us rain falls thunderous…
out of Context;
‘Are there guiding forces to take us where we want to go? Only if we pursue them to the limit that they can take us to, that takes persistence through the tumult of human experience, and the resilience to achieve through any means necessary. We are what we eat.’
“Any startling piece of work has a subversive element in it, a delicious element often. Subversion is only disagreeable when it manifests in political or social activity.”
~Leonard Cohen; canadian singer-songwriter, poet and author.
out of Context;
‘Ah, the gibberish never stops Here at the fun factory, and eating the subconscious matter of fact, breaking it down and floating it off. Here we never see the light of day, only the right of way, and it seems to be such a certain sway that washes away stray thoughts…’
out of Context;
‘More than just linear thought patterns that evoke a solid state with reality, but what it is that is this dust, these forces balancing constantly…’
out of Context;
‘So such trash in the streets makes us who we are, more than merely animals, but less than the ideal domesticator…’
~deacon khet on misunderstandings and relationships.
“Pessimism is only the name that men of weak nerves give to wisdom.”
~Bernard DeVoto; american historian, author and teacher.
