a Hearse in Reverse
mortality as a vital key in becoming something more than the nothing as we are left Here to be contemplated as potential people in all the gimmicks and qualities that can are making life in the essence worth living even through the vague bullshit of arrogant ignorance that stunts our growth in the endless amounts of feats we achieve every day, but is somehow shuffled away from us all with these subtle quiet steps taken on eggshells not to crack the surface thus bursting the bubble of a hermetic seal that allows people to slip inside themselves staying unaware of what kills them, a tragedy made more distinct by how little we feel for the collected whole as we each find ourselves a part of it and its transfer of vital energy back and forth along the cosmic strings playing a song too all-encompassing to hear the big picture as it seems… what with the fear in exchange to pay for what we have done as the obligations and situations lying like caltrops to keep those prohibited access from treading too far ahead of the rest made to believe the illusion is what is best, but as the individual representatives of this species we are sensitive and we are constrained by elements we bring into being Here channeling courtesy and respect as we try to contain all these aspects to learn who we are and from where we stem in this rude awakening, taken to the gallows we are innocence of the repressed disposed of and oppressed the presence we have taken as image of death angels with grinning skulls and draped in a black vast expanse moving forever outward by this essence trying to recycle through real parts of these consciousnesses… left as maps for any who can read them like blinking stars in the braille of outer space sensed as signs of life lighting the darkened empty in strings of illumination taken too far to remind some of their stardust beginnings, to shake loose from the conundrum as eternally yours for the re-making and shaping techniques that make us geeks in the cosmic circus of archetypal reasoning and logic redefining us as beings interdependent of each other, but not without the resourceful mindset choosing to create whatever lives to present themselves as options to enter into this desert of the real pushing dangerous peril…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on June 7th, 2014 in blogging, dark thoughts, h for Hwyl..., my art & dreams, r for Rheme..., rants & raves. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.