Silly amalgams of syllables…
the certainty of uncertainty, certainly must be, and furthermore, to he that believes the end is nigh….then take a look at all that might be…to see the fates part and the clouds force an upstart to will their own natural order upon an ill-equipped world where violent things charge the right to be arrogant tyrants…willpower becomes a will to power, charging endeavors of saintly repose into a screaming endeavor that pulses with the creation of harm and lies, and feels icy to the touch to those touched with a humane gift for love and respect…where we are the ones watched, watching out for those who are armed, and having been trained are ready for change…steadied the aim, the goal to recycle, the dark into what matters…becoming the necessary step ladders…to further the dream…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…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on July 15th, 2007 in khet's coroner, personal afflictions, s for Semon.... You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.