When the feelings gone how can one hurt or hate. When the light is hidden the truth can’t be found, we remain as the mole in his sightless realm, with small hillocks of earth as a cry for help, when The Devic Kingdom of nature is all one craves.
Tag: Stars
Masters In High Chairs A Commentary
The conspiracy and control and how this keeps the masters in their high chairs from the monarchy to feudal landlords, the banks governments national and local, it is all there to control and regulate as a world population spreads out of control.
In this heavy mix the greatest form of denial is that of a roof over ones head be it as a singleton or family, there is now a not so hidden state of homelessness, does society care I doubt it, those upon the streets are viewed as almost byproducts in the gutter a strong statement to make I know, but that is where we are in so-called society.
We also happen to be living in a judgmental and formulaic society where the only ways to move along in life are the prescribed ones usually driven by fear and failure through the conduit of politics and devious media and obvious peer pressure, there appears to be few exceptions to the dogmatic nature of passage and the greatest failure of the prescribed systems, more often than not they miss some very gifted humans who are on the Autism Spectrum I will not add to this the condition of Aspergers Syndrome as the identifier Hans Asperger is now known to have collaborated with the nazi regime in the extermination of disabled children.
On The Road To Damascus
Walking around in Parameters of time the tin drum played a tune, calling all to the altar, to the altar and the shrines with a fizz for the past and present and those passing and those who stay. Standing still in the madness from time to time, till a bell strikes and calls us to order, to walk in line on the road to Damascus.
Why doesn’t Britain make things any more?
HOWL
I am the wolf in the sky you’ll hear me when I howl at the moon, I am the supernatural a mother of the night, calling my clan over the mountain tops and echoing in the swoop of the valley below. I’ll shiver your timbers in Turners Wood, I’ll smash your night with howls to remind you of my rule over you and the hidden kingdom of nature.