I Watched The World Go By
I watch the world go by in negative longer than I should, it’s a deep state of mind the colour can be a burnout. The marvellous gift we now ignore as humans wanting more excitement against the constraints. I think in my long contemplations why a human pretends to be complicated who was the engineer that messed with our minds and so right back to colour I go for a split second, alas my mind is grabbed by melancholy and I am in negative.
Is It A Cross
Is it a cross or a new junction we seek the cross is bringing pain in the name of it, there is now death and hatred what are we to do. We cannot sanction ourselves to kill in the name of the Lord there must be a corner to turn. Maybe we should ditch the evil in the opium that is religion, if you can stand outside the all of it. Maybe we are just mortally free morality is but a word with silence you can start again, maybe scientists are now gods and the cross rather confusing. So yesterday’s news remains in the dark a scene of yesterday’s derelict ruins with spiders crawling like unknown faces of the past, personally I’m seeking a new vision from the cities in the clouds and white mountains that proliferate around, its looks so pure compared to our bloody delusions in the earth below.
The Snapping Foxes
The snapping foxes , one early morning I was taking the air upon a track within the grounds of what I perceived to be a stately home. Coming toward me a thin man holding many of what appeared to be small dogs. I moved toward the long hedgerow a tiny black shape separated from the pack and proceeded to jump, it fixed it’s tiny jaws onto my forefinger tip and wouldn’t let go. The dog walkers shouted across to me and told me in an educated tone “sir do not be alarmed for these are the snapping alien foxes sent from a craft that has landed in the Forest they are kept by our alien masters to discipline earth when we take over” I must go I have to transfer to myself.
The Boy Who Catches Flies
The boy who catches flies I saw him once, he stopped the crowd in an instant. In the foyer the bustle of a municipal building for no other reason than it happed his arm was raised the thumb and forefinger gently took purchase of the wingtip of this fly, he gazed directly to the fly it was understood that the fly is part of us all the boy looked up and released the fly, it was if the world stopped for that moment, many stood still it showed God’s creations are aware of each other and in peace we understand all of the creators work.