echoes from blunted fangs…
I used to have hope.
prance playful as the sometimes sad presented wild clown,
generally jestful,
the more I delved deep below the topsoil,
the less the circus smiled.
Still, I clung to my inert Romeo complex,
whilst this cynical questioning of EVERYTHING grew,
was nourished further through what I felt was clinging to the best of Human potential.
I was wrong.
We are living in strange and curious times.
The prism of manufactured perception of reality has gone so, maybe, too far wrong, for the many.
They believe in nothing of any substance of heart and soul and spirit.
Have no connection to the wind and stars and moon and tides.
Most humans are living repeated loops of assumed convenience and comfort they find on facebook or Instagram,
day after day.
looped, conditoned programming…
Our reality as creatures of Nature,
has been long co-opted.
No more romance.
No more passion.
Just hollow smiles scripted vapid but if everyone is doing the same,
there is topsoil comfort in the agreeable meeting of expectations.
Yet what of those unable to accept the bullshit?\
Those that can still think for themselves,
those whose essence is devoted to the Sun Moon and stars?
Unwilling,
Unable,
to buy into bullshit which threatens to enslave, crush and outlaw all spirit and indepence.
herd us into less primal forces aligned with intelligence than our baboon cousins…
It is no surprise that I find always the least afflicted to find repeating the bullshit chorus,
those on the periphery,
not so easily mopped up by the incredible mass conditioning system,
which tells us what to say, what to think,
what to say when we meet other humans,
how to dress…
Who questions the government?
Who questions the media?
who questons the script?
Blind belief in a messaging system that encourages us to support,
in the least not rebel against,
the wars waged on Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, Libya, and now Russia…
millions of lives killed, maimed, destroyed…
millions more maimed,
millions mor displaced….
It doesn’t take much research to realise that the corporate overseers are long fucking and sucking the state.
Interacting with everyone I meet, hoping for more of a pulse than registers,
finding 1 in 10000 even able to question their ‘position’.
too many simply cannot abide any challenge,
I am a dog off a leash,
a stray feline,
urban fox seeking shelter,
in my shadows seeking a LEADER to roar and fang the WAR CRY against our human systems of disgusting cuntery///
able to play lovely to the rare gorgeous souls found in human form,
though always scared as assuming the worst….
fuck the cycnism,
hoping and eager to find the tribe focused to crush our comfort predicated on pure AGONY OF MILLIONS,
fight fang and claw for the butterflies and wolves and wombats to rule.
Blinded by any challenge to a manufactured ‘truth’
programmed with set responses.
solidarity in the script.
I read the script, find it chicken feed for moron,
try to speak beyond it,
am dismayed, even hurt, when I realise by doing this,
I mark myself ‘to be removed’ from some game I AM UNABLE TO PLAY.
The message emitted by the thunder ever louder,
by the breeze howl immense roar of rising tide of wild animals,
all feels natural,
plucks ancient strings latent in the depths of my abyss beyond the common scripted topsoil bulshit,
words of no roots, true depth of the Ages,
repeats of shitcom vile bile,
hence why I have long been listening to the thunder,
staring at the lightning striking the land near and far,
in mega wonder of the powers we should know as part of each and all of us.
the man I become when alone, when able to allow the human chatter to dissolve, be left behind on the land…hours can pass of steady calm marvel, in and out the water, no need to say a word, and I am happier, solace becomes me, the sounds of the little winged beasts in the bushes, the waves lapping against the shoreline, the sky takes on a magical hue of blue azure, clouds seem drawn by long forgotten deities, heating up under the starlight, then wading into the cool, alert and cleansed and restarted all senses primal, as the coolness bites into and seeps to my essence, with the ever lessening exposed upper body still heating…the contrast gorgeous…its a wordless realm of instant wonder and magic…
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