A MeSSAGE froM The WILDERnESS…

By tdf, April 14, 2017

I am daily staggered, which is how I prefer to describe what is in reality far better outlined as ‘a raving lunatic, of passion…yes yes! So much feeling, so much clarity of expression of my essence, but clearly a fucking lunatic and close to everything we are told could be a danger…Something went wrong in that as the many…would miss my meaning, for I am squealing, in a language of meaning, which my far removed and lost tribe understand, and I am saying, roaring, in virtual ink…I find everyone around me close to worthless…some heart, some purity, and both I adore and gleefully bask in any reflection of the same

Sincerely, I believe that my beloved hellhound, offers more to this world, to this life, than in the very least 99.99999999999999% of people,,,,humans, I meet. Of the Melbournian citadel. For he has True Grit…will go to war for a piece of pigs ear. And always means everything he offers…love or canine ferocity, such is his nature…I can say the same of so very few, if any. I am lowering my standards, relinquishing demand for spirit, the lupine howl, as nobody here has this. So I will focus on heart and worthy mind.

Waves of verbal onslaught, nothing short of cold steel and crunched fists are required to turn this tide, poetry is nowhere near enough, it brings the praise of a few sensitive souls, yet does NOTHING to fight the good fight…love is not enough. poetry is not enough. Unless you are unaware of the global war taking place, which is yet to, but will, reach our shores. In which case I can respect a focus on just the most worthy of your devotion you have come across…

the fuel is clearly around us, we just need to find the sparks….to make such a fire, the fames of which will singe enough people, for there to then manifest, a serious gathering of opposition, of those not just realising that they have become a slave loving their bars, of a system which is killing the very soul of the planet which homes us and converting massive numbers of our brothers and sisters found in foreign lands, into mass graveyards and mangled countries…

Which has nowt to do with my focus, yet remains a welcome. smooth, lovely, sincere expression…And as I told my former, still burning flame, a day or two back, I am an Expresssionalist. Not with pride, nor with the mocking hint of my tone I often deliver, with nobody noting it, as I exist in a realm of mong…No, I wanted to close to finish this wayward, truncated emission of my late night in the garden, with more energy, directed towards a call to arms…for those who care of this world, as in, they would never waste any seconds of their life watching My Kitchen Rules, for they know that time would be better spent looking at the stars, planning a trip to strange and foreign parts, watching a documentary of the De Medici family, pondering or planting a tree, learning something, doing something…feeling something.

…No,I need a song which echoes the roar of the slowly dying dream, in which I am made aware of a major uprising, and…head to hills, digging fox dens, and arming myself to the fang, as I seek my comrades…

Matisyahu is a moment of divinity, yet love is not stronger than hate…and what we are not dealing with, but faced with, whether you see it or not, is a system we are not just a part of, but paying into, with our labour, with our taxes, which is a death machine for millions. This is why I despise so many people…and yet I do ponder, they may be making more of their passage of existence. By fakery, by affecting a semblance of who you wish to be seen as, and if you even begin to behave with such fakery in one regular scene…the idea of self you once maybe knew, is morphed, mangled and compromised…I mean, that people become their lies. For if you hurt someone when lying, you have hurt them, regardless of your decision to lie. when dealing with  proper, open hearts and souls.

…I am seeking a bridge between Keny Arkana and…Matisyahu…both wonderful artists….but I need to find a song which finds me standing similar between the two.

still, we can seek play and bliss, and we must…

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