Intermittent Intimacy…

By tdf, October 26, 2016

I have found myself within the eye of a storm…as a moth with no flame, no moon, no light, only embers to half heartedly flap towards, through the understanding of even a slither of happiness coming through function. Is there any difference between employing high brow diplomacy in regards to skirmishes erupting from tables and chairs, and turning the taps of Auschwitz before heading home and playing with my hound? Both are function. Just doing my job. It seems of equal horror to be expending my wakeful existence in any manner which brings me no joy, solely gold…gold I know not what to do with, yet am aware that this very gold, others would literally kill for, both the poor and the rich. Which leaves me…seeking my flame.

I am unwittingly entwined with the pursuit of scraps, of crumbs, from the table of evildoers, who are my bankers, my overseers, my leaders,,,and what can a Daniel do when he despises the manner in which he is led, to accept, let alone support, mega slaughter and the steadfast frog march towards the sociopath led stand-off with the righteous of apocalypse of submission, when the latter is worse than death for those involved in this upcoming conundrum of chaos and extreme severity. You want examples of extremism, look no further than above, on the TV, on the phone, in the papers, in others. For widespread in the prosperous West are heinous happenings of my personalised concept of heresy.

Saul brings me solidarity, yet rarely fans the flames of what is most important to me of whatever the devil I am…namely, SPIRIT.  The bite, the fang, the lust, the burning demand to pursue all of the former…to demand it. Or to move on…

The only valour to be found in these dark and wretched times, is a reaction to what is clear to all seeing eyes of a world gone sick, which must be fierce…for the florid and elegant are found valuable to me solely when shared with the outline of beauty which lends to belief of the beauty sinking deeper…so we covet that beauty…and outline of beauty. In a world in which we are feeding babies to the human shaped hyenas, and still smiling and expecting others to coooooooo awwwwwwwww at our own, NO…the only valour can be found in seeking the fierce within.