From cosmopolitan, to nationalism; For the world, for country. For what is the world today But a conglomerate of nations, For what is a nation but apart of a world? On a mish-mash, adrift through a vast nothing; What a ride, what a whirl- A mess of tribes infighting.
I'm sure the phenomenon is Far wider-spread than At any other time throughout history. The want to have been born, Decades or years before, And I think it's easily attributable. Inundated with knowledge It is hard to come to some consensus Among peers, Likewise it is difficult To be in a situation you'd rather not Able not only to conceive But receive, every scenario you could think of. Many of which would be the least bit better than the reality currently ascribed
Sweat grips, My teeth grit, A symphony of groans. Hot is the breath That escaped my lungs. Loud was the noise; Rustles, creaks, moans. Long did the hours draw, Still coming to dawn.
When they offer you olives, Rip the branch from their hands And beat the fruit off. The soil is ripe, Right is might; Who cares for leaves & petals to fall?
Anonymous, oblivious To the person kneeling before me. My head spinning, Throbbing, Weakness in the knees. My heart racing, Trembling, Color flushing cheeks. Darkness, heavy scents Intoxicating. Gripping the sheets