only to become completely unnerved at the moment’s notice, the cells are
weakened as the authority is vacant, and reamed with the likes of the
worse of them… some goal appears as if to automate our own need to be
lead around by the leash, the other humans are too tired of becoming the
bad guys over and over, and the shape of natural needs motivated
underneath the seeds laid deep… the incredulous tick-tocking,
non-stopping drive ill-bent without substantial relief, but to whose
hands are upon the wheel moving us forward?… usurping the collective
will and then taking us into the sun, a heartbeat away from our doom,
but we don’t run instead we dive right into the wave as it hits us… the
solar instinct burning hatred into us as we squint our eyes one by one,
grabbing for a piece of that once shining now rapidly fading bit of
dreaming, but sleeping too early does not come cheap for the weak or the
burly… a runt-sized roulette where the russian spins in fits, someone
has been shot by the gun, but the fun isn’t over yet until you get the
joke… some have placed a bet, and others are riding long-shots that will
never come around, until the brink of collapse has become the main
overwhelming fear for many of the denizens in this pit… scaring thoughts
that override the system in place to survive and react, but what some
would consider the goal to protect, is actually a bid in the game we all
seem to be playing in… the catch is that we never win, unless one of us
can subvert though not break the system, and cannot understand the
rules except for the particular few bred and named as the heads of state
and all progress… no one to guide us into the positive vibration, which
isn’t to say that the concept lacks credit, but few people believe the
liars aware of some truth… the empty look in our eyes as we open up to
reality in the context of another human being, as the abilities to
damage the intense directions through lax diction to fake the first
lines in another song or play at words, but wondering loudly with an
instinctual character creation facet puzzling all residual abysmal
feeling and thought-form… ‘away-away… you fucking, crevice-faced cretins
with your device-driven hardware… negative spiritual energy suckling
upon my creative teat… allowing me to crave the same on the same plane
as the rest of us today, if only if, and the positive flow of gracious
calm and restraint glows and within me i feel the sane… the fire inside
my heart glows deep, the muse rendered through a sick infatuation, but
yet the muse reappears again in disguise of mirth and a-muse-ment… the
raptures of laughter in a simple place… let the sick who want to eat,
chew, and let the the masques of the mighty fall by the wayside as the
giants loose themselves upon this collapsing cage built through fears…
the energy to suffuse the panic and public opinion of the people with a
dedicated circuit that loops over and over until the switch is turned
off by a licensed technician, or the use of a shamanic position to quell
the fury of by gods unleashed through the manic, spastic memes viral
like disease to assume there is meaning or proof… the cries of the
carrots appear differently through the many millions of ears and other
organs of sense’...
