ad-visa ad-versa…
quench the conundrum full of unyielded potential homing in homeopathically toward that destination only a few steps at a time from the rusted root of civilized torture while is it anyone that can walk crawl or run away from the reach of those grasping for the humor to dismiss their fears onto us all while the words tremble from lips that fault mind for curious searching in needing a viable pathway with which to work from as all the adverts hurt us and our ability to make decisions assertively while singing their jingles so easily in the random parades of people whose lives matter even though the cyst’em has slighted us all, a no-respect policy is insisted upon by the authority acting as general law commanding any others through general awe and the shock of a rapid offense overtaking the ones felt a little too resistant for the humorless as special unit of seriousness reserved for their stoic sophists suffocating that creative life from the ones now considered the ’sonovabitches’ by the state arguing for the right to claim themselves wholly sovereign though the modern rigmarole through which we hassle ourselves with our problems usually says ‘niet’ like the common immunity with legalistic morals, and left feeling a sense of that vindication when we get it through from and to the audience that our dreams like our deaths are a small piece of an actual seam puzzlingly assumed then fused with the collective prognostication of all species transmitting from one individual to another as the chain of events moves ever further from the storm center performing a duty to reduce the closing parameters of human conception that claims a totality of dominance or satisfaction from the children of this revolution… where claims of no solution drain the populace of collective energies a little bit at a time subtle in some instances revealed later as devious attitudes circulate suspicion from disbelief suspended over the heads of those whom will listen to taken as given for granted the fact is rather as vain and ambiguous as the prestidigitation of the pit and the pendulum swinging cuts across the meat and tissue to peel us apart layer by layer, when we decide to escape from these bonds that tied us down to these sacred rituals of belief it is as though that freedom of choice we are born with allows us to make our own life decisions whether for better or worse as the choice is a voluntary divorce from potentially many other options yet seen or acknowledged as available, but we are isolated Here to figure rhythms to these informational enigmas gone digital byte after byte through the ethers that surround us all with light and darkness disguised under many dualistic names and symbols and definitions that displace a firm ground on which to stand when attempting to take a stand against the righteous imperials trying a crooked hand at subduing the consciousness of humanity to enslave us with a destiny of repetition and false offerings made to the wrong prophets who trust not us…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on March 13th, 2016 in blogging, rants & raves, subdued wisdom, world at large. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.