The Nature Within

By tdf, October 9, 2020

I grew up, for a part, in the garden of england…surrounded by violence, forced to run as the fox with the most feral of wolves…drawn into the pulse of beats found in the drugs, my blind mind and innocent then heart prone to believing in the fairytales I have since chased since even when knowing I am seeking rainbow in caves…and one track, among the dance and ballads and larval drawing into hippetyhop, which remains powerful to me, after all these years…

I didn’t know why back then. For my mind and much of my dangerously sensitive feelings combined – protected and allowed to blossom though my wolves who knew I wasn’t of their blood, but treated me as if I was, and would not just threaten but demonstrate they would kill to protect me – was drawn towards steadily growing cynicism of humanity.

Wherever I wandered, as I was prone to seek new horizons, this innocence was retained, as this cynicism grew and hardened.

Love became something to me only alive in the thunder and lightning of humanity, only in the war of our species upon our species, and Nature only came to me, in brief moments, as I roamed the world, seeking nothing but anything new, maybe hope, maybe just anything new…not escaping my reality, perhaps trying to outrun myself, as knowing the world is cruel is easier to accept than knowing I am cruel…

Too many people are supporting an end to dreams,

raging against those in protest at the grisly end to our liberty,

due to a ‘mega killer virus’,

which has killed as many as a bad flu season,

and yet,

this has been used to bring about the very precursors,

which Bill Gates and his cohorts have long planned for…

Call this conspiracy theory,

tin hat snowflake…

But I follow the money,

and this leads to Gates and his chums,

seeking an ‘pandemic’ to lead to>>>too much horror that the blind many are supporting,

all I can do is suggest Prince>>>

And a return to Nature…

for even Prince is cast as a bigot in these ‘progressive times’…

so we have only left, the forest and the ocean>>>

It was always and remains a Diogenes trance pursuit,

albeit with smirnoff bottle replacing his lamp,

of those who mean anything and everything…