Why the challenge for space upon earth when so much is there, why the condensation of mortals, in portals of squeezed and desperate impoverished cities, towns, and many villages if the governments are so bad how come the rations get through. What is this sick game, what gives any right to a so called leader, north, south, east, or west to sanction brutal actions in the name of their unseen unproven god. There isn’t one is there. So its money power education, from earmarked educational enclaves elite policies of control not decanted to mere mortals upon fragile earth and the very nature of a polluted world that has changed any rational component, of any, once maybe, rational mind. The world will evolve and reclaim itself with nothing and no one, the winds and rains as they roll, the plains with intermittent sunshine trying to break through but struggling in bitter as I who’s left to hear these heavy and bleak moments in a now timeless time.
When All Is Seen
When all is seen as disability remember the mother and her baby, looking into newborn eyes how baby came about not sordid but in blind love, a future not to see but forethought, a wonder innate in clarity. Of visionary parents plans, many are thwarted by all that is yet to know as we are sour today selfish unyielding next in our selfish wants, which are to witness all around, pinched faces posed by media is a norm tongues, are saved as no one speaking definitions and political social narratives of a busy class system. Chirps but on sour notes and never free from the want and the the happy grow child, who wants friends a blessing to a world that wont talk as it could but this child now laughs and continues to inspire.
