Oct 2019
Our human developed streets, our "killing fields" are a muse that is nothing more than an every hour, pure horror show.
Selfishness is worn like a badge of honor by most humans as they drive right over another lifeless creation of God.
The capital letter M (Murderer)-(Me) should be branded with hot steel on these human's foreheads so that all may know the darkness that consumes their selfish, Me Me Me souls because they don't even have a heart to plunge into the abyss of darkness.
Understand this:
the sun never really shines on the killing fields of our city streets...
not for those that actually have a heart anyway..
Rather;
storms filled with tears and inward questions of why and when will all of this madness end
is what the unselfish, lovers of all things created ponder.
Powerless, we are made to watch the evil that grows and travels from day to day as developers count their green
in the middle of the killing fields.
Perhaps one day, I will have an opportunity to drive over or by their very own twisted/mangled lifeless body with their M branded forehead in full view and they can then, themselves, become my muse for a morning's write and I can write about how I finally enjoyed driving through the killing fields that day.
For once;
a horror show that is sure to make me smile!
Selfishness is worn like a badge of honor by most humans as they drive right over another lifeless creation of God.
The capital letter M (Murderer)-(Me) should be branded with hot steel on these human's foreheads so that all may know the darkness that consumes their selfish, Me Me Me souls because they don't even have a heart to plunge into the abyss of darkness.
Understand this:
the sun never really shines on the killing fields of our city streets...
not for those that actually have a heart anyway..
Rather;
storms filled with tears and inward questions of why and when will all of this madness end
is what the unselfish, lovers of all things created ponder.
Powerless, we are made to watch the evil that grows and travels from day to day as developers count their green
in the middle of the killing fields.
Perhaps one day, I will have an opportunity to drive over or by their very own twisted/mangled lifeless body with their M branded forehead in full view and they can then, themselves, become my muse for a morning's write and I can write about how I finally enjoyed driving through the killing fields that day.
For once;
a horror show that is sure to make me smile!
Most of you, will never REALLY know me and;
I prefer it that way.
Unselfishly a loner which may seem complicated to you but perfectly uncomplicated to me.
Imperfectly uncomplicated.
I wish to never complicate the lives of innocence in the killing fields of this wretched society of which I am forced to dwell.
Two hands on the wheel and two eyes wide open while being forced to drive through the killing fields, and hoping for the next lifeless being to be wearing a branded M on their forehead that will now become my happier muse for that particular stormy day.
Every day is a storm for a person like me, every day.
I prefer it that way.
Unselfishly a loner which may seem complicated to you but perfectly uncomplicated to me.
Imperfectly uncomplicated.
I wish to never complicate the lives of innocence in the killing fields of this wretched society of which I am forced to dwell.
Two hands on the wheel and two eyes wide open while being forced to drive through the killing fields, and hoping for the next lifeless being to be wearing a branded M on their forehead that will now become my happier muse for that particular stormy day.
Every day is a storm for a person like me, every day.
