Assuming control of the pen, from afar, my mind’s spring leaks trickling pasts through your present to waken the hope that is in you, you know the taste of good and evil. You discern flecks of the fruit in your stew.
Who brought these gourds, who poisoned the broth of the good life, who’s hate do you hold, in your beggar’s bowl, really?
This is at least a half hour read at kenpepiton.com, maybe 10 minutes each loop on speed, but it has 2 cool images and blue jays singing in the background, if you play it right. It's a chiral stack of itty-bitty points - make of it what you will, slip the knot of all you knew... https://kenpepiton.com/?p=1103
Like when we were young Getting high and having fun
Scrub the paradigm shift All this foolishness is bliss Perhaps A one-way road to the abyss
Don’t concern yourself with bigger things Being right is preordained After all The Mountain is going to catch you When you fall Just stand tall
It’s them or someone else Your victim knows it well Come and join the party Propaganda sales
The stock markets doing great Wall Street is having a feast Pay no attention to the millions in the street ............. Voting blue will not save you Voting blue will not save you Voting blue will not save you Resistance is futile
In the first place some should've never begun. It is easy to destroy than to build one. A domain that worst things can creep in. A cure and also a poison from within.
At the core, there is no room for selfishness; Just unconditional commitment, -nothing more and nothing less, In some degree, it can be bounded by unhealthy desire. But to endure pain for the sake of it, is baptism by fire.
It takes cues from our senses. It is more than everything we see. But one thing is for certain, in this domain, there is always you and me.