a gardeners’ Greater good…
idyllic idealist Eden died long ago thanks to these tidal idle waves blanketing the streets and seas we meet thrust upon the shores of living imagination particularized into a miasma of talking heads and effete witch doctors locked onto a system that never perceives them as entities but a scenario instead of vicious competition in competence and opportunism fed with idolatry of the medical profession a pseudo-god leaving its footprints on humanity by removing the compassion from an otherwise decent journey, and life is no different Now than ever pushing against the dualist regime as rigamarole call of the elements dragged as in a volatile predilection with consequence and confrontations enduring oneself to the welfare of the system as most can in their ideas of power becoming integrated in consecrate concentrated doses culled from the herds and flocks that emerge while presently submerged forces those likes which are epic but receding into an ocean floor hungry for more matter and knowledge to devour as darkened gods harkened from when civilization was still purely conceptual by the standards raised in name of them that wanted to evolve by the decree of whatever gods would have them invisible to all but the chosen who whisper in nonsense phrases leaden by the claustrophobic steps taken through paranoid trials and tribunal causing rifts in the situations of many that are lost within as plague of statistics used to represent all persons dead and alive, though equations never are as much the liars it is people who are capable of lies which we fear are true meeting the needs of few who recalibrate the system to choose themselves over other suspects there who fit but are imperfect in their alibis leading to that narrowing laser of perception in whose intrinsic programs lay the depth yet to be simply conquered… how does one renourish the planet that gives us life when it seems all set plans are thwarted by oft-wicked forces striking once the momentum has a steady course towards resolution while darker motives move to sidetrack or obliterate this spent motion forward through sabotage and terror implemented as useful shenanigans from those in power while to a victim it is trauma made to order by those only seeing an enemy requiring a punishment or death no matter what collateral cost turned toxic causality fumbling to kill even when it is only this required of the critical speculations which can make a soldier out of almost anyone, but a good brain washed well costs money that gets passed onto those backs of a peopled penetration into the workforce focused upon providing for the welfare of their families in whose open alligence cancels out the curious pressure that builds on oblivion by having multiple diverse stems and branches to choose from as medicinal purpose for healing or revealing of purpose to individuals unaware of their parts in which massive story they tell a great deal of information whose knowledge does not come easily for most of us, the solemn categorization and manipulation of facts into fetish from the novelty of extremes to the dreamy reality of neutrals expected when all is said and done blasted away with some kind of brutally exquisite corpse flexing complex pattern through the flushed organic systems the evolution of that which comes to gather at this refuge awaiting an oasis…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on May 7th, 2017 in blogging, g for Galere..., rants & raves, subdued wisdom, world at large. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.