in the PURITyrANny
people using many excuses to cure the things that seem to ail them when learning to keep up to date with all these adaptable whirling dervishes cultivated as trend devices in attempts at restraining the population into some notion of ‘perfect system’ established by a cult devoted to preserving innocence aching to grasp any and all clear concept of adulthood to reach into that developmental beyond by stacking the human population deeper and deeper until only the select nefarious few can reach that plateau before the rest of us pile in pressed and bottle-necking the exit, but unlike the puritans who were putting to use their grand ideals learned since domesticating whole groups already determined by themselves to require this idea of a civilization slowly leading to our ever more present conflict as human animals raging against intellect to understand why it is that we are excluded from knowing our own processes and the more curious of us seem to find the path onto making our deepest instincts known to and fully transparent in this the modern day and age… but we suffer randomly from the persecution of ourselves like ravaging of cells turned violent and cancerous terrorizing within that aging cosmic body by the pointing of blaming fingers threat as if to track loose the lone a suspect responsible amid everyone out there as catalyst committing harm to the rest of us, a tyranny holds power as it resides in a person’s misunderstanding of the words and symbols from those meanings tragically that keep us like solid walls from truly realizing who we are while we are Here, and less able unless willing to die to live trying to collaborate together on our need to accomplish humanity’s vital next steps positively on this plateau of hoarded platitudes as like holy secrets kept hidden for the priests and the forceful beasts of the plundering out there… though we shit ourselves lucid from all the panic implied if it is assumed that we are not so special after all, when the suffering and integrity torn away assailed further from inside one’s own mind most out of this life a bad memory opened wide for all to see, but sight and sound alone are not the lasting senses to be revealed as syzygy beyond this twilight zone life stylized mocking the fearful in remedy to a reality of this superficial vanity gaining…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on March 16th, 2014 in blogging, dark thoughts, my art & dreams, p for Periclitate..., rants & raves, t for Tocsin.... You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.