The body functions but the mind did not… what may one mean by such a small number of words, you may have committed murder or another heinous crime but the conclusion is still that the body functioned. Following the actions of the faulty mind, so is humankind all but a random animal. Albeit evolved in time, but why humans never get past basal depravity no matter what chronological century. Like cattle in breeding stock are we are all relatives, if a kind but alas absent blue blood of the royal robbers and pillage is proliferating staking claims in a dominant charter, where is free will for the many it is extinguished by dominant earthly omnipotent overlords.
Tag: Adam
Among Twisted Thorns
The psychopathic consciousness, excellence of the lie without consciousness, the lovers left. Never knew of the lies told in a new story, in a conquest found for last desired. In the mind of Man and his complex problem of urge and neglect, there is no thought at the moment of desire but what of a child and the need for love it is an energy but often in misuse around a world. If your child does not feel the energy of love and belonging then rogue they will emerge, amongst twisted thorns upon unloved depravity.
For Mother
For all mothers. She died not long ago a shining light, a face as sculpture in a track of life upon a belt of stars, on par with life streams. Upon a journey to be cared for in everlasting light that shineth through to eternity. Waiting there for all who loves her mother’s are all…
Six Deep One Sin & I Put a Lid On
Six deep, one sin a minute, then out we go not conscious of any imminence optimism is the best ghost story, in your worst dream saving lives in intermittent waking under the pull of benevolent moon and in the morning god given sun so sustained are we.
I Put A lid On…
I put a lid on a fire and look for a sign it is lit there is smoke there are shapes in plumes I put another lid on I Stoke the fire it rages the shape is angry and determined but I am tired and can’t keep up with fire that consumes and delivers smoke equal measure to keep up with a fire in my heart that is trying to keep up with life running away
Old Man’s Wish
Old man’s wish monotonic wailing away it’s a wish that never was trapped in a chair of diminish, the legs won’t go as get up and go is gone, faded as the sun stained papers by his side. There’s whoosh outside no friends to see just homes aliens driving evolution’s metal meters on the highways day, but old man wish is young inside, a golden sphere rotating light inside his head waiting for the fourth incarnation to start life a new as a young man once more.