ST11 ... words are like bubbles rising from the pages of the sea

full of nothing but reflections....

There is a war screaming at the top of its lungs. The poor are the worst hit. What else is new. I can see the children crying to understand. Paper across desks signed released filed and big sub-atomic mind guns are sitting down for a drink of bourbon as words are scraped off the floor for a free evening of dessert in the long halls of deception and antiques. War is just a concept till it hits you in the face. People die everyday on the freeways to success. Music of the day and yesterday plays hard on the last juke box in the corner of the diner. Fried eggs and plastic potatoes with toast and grey coffee is in the air. It won't be long now. The parade is about to march within the walls and I'm right up front with my bell bottoms and beret from a half century behind ahead. The first bomb attacks and lasting a thousand years while the museums have transformed into warehouses and the coliseums into shooting galleries. Travel is halted cept for the few with their pink passes and stagnant words, ‘it is well understood’.

war is just a concept till it hits you in the face

The rape of mother earth from test tube fraud to thought machines are multiplying; we have sinned. The mighty kings of the jungle have fooled us into thinking we can control our creator, out smart her, our manipulated hijacked science is running an octave below and our praise is sick.

The trendy social media platforms where our writers are being culled in for the great reset death squads; eliminate - free thinkers, freedom fighters, concerned citizens, poets and renegades, they're all there swimming, suffering, doing their best to stay sane and make sense of it all and rid the silent virus of the crowd with a bang on the head.

The winter time is coming, i can feel it in my bones. It's going to be a cold one, especially for those that have no cosy home from the dis-uncertainty in the frozen metallic air we're forced to breathe, times are tough and sick.

dis-uncertainty in the frozen metallic air

I am at a loss today. I have no ambition and the world looks bleak. I have been here before, we all have and we will probably revisit again and again but all the same, it's disturbing, a pity. I am sick of all the lies that emanate from everywhere. Just the way this world has developed into not being upfront, real, what it is. No matter how you cut it the blues is beneath almost every move one makes. You no sooner get your self together and someone or some situation shuts you down, throws your mind against a truck. It is a constant battle to stay sane, stay strong, stay real, be true to your most intimate knowings that caress so close to that wounded heart. This world does not support truth, even freedom lies lame in the shadows of its arms and its pure beauty. We are all lying to ourselves in various shades of masked embellishments. That's just the way it is so you learn how to keep your focus thru the hail of confusion made of bent reason and paper thoughts. There are practises of every nature to keep you walking, from yoga to drugs, fancy shirts and automobiles……..deep meditation, religion of every nature and beliefs for every shade of mind…………but just the same if you are honest with yourself some days are just fucked. This world supports the blues, i got an extra hit of it today. 

It could be so much different. We all know that. So we keep moving towards that love just across the swamp of time and just over that edge of the horizon. We all know it’s there, even the evil entities are aware that it does exist……but what the hell, it’s so much easier to just follow the trend of man……..selfish thought hidden within the trees of life, an apple red or green, it doesn't matter in the depth of the sea…..down there where it all began and continues to begin and end for eternity…..it all goes, so best to do the best one can to be real, honest, look, see, accept and let the heart of it all suck you into itself….and when you have the blues, singum with that voice that cries the tears of the world, feel beyond the myth of mind into that territory that never dies, never lies.

territory that never dies, never lies.

'Woke up fell outa bed'…..well that's the way it feels, dragged a tractor across my head but as the day moved into the air between, that space where uncertainty dissolves and conclusions fall apart into the strange beauty of it all, i walked.

The covid streets and the roads of political pressure are twisting the minds of humanity for a few more bucks and agendas made in hell. Thanks to all the thinkers that are unravelling the schemes and themes of the few with all their huge money and sick plans. We all have our attributes and ways to stretch ourselves against the wind but in these times it certainly feels like awakening is the major need……awake…..there we go, a mass of conclusions down that avenue……sometimes you just need to see yourself into a new hue of blue to get you thru.

stretch against the wind

Some people are singing 'don't be so hard on yourself'‘ yea, put your head back in the mud before you catch the breath of what's really happening. Some people just can't let the guilt from their submissions exercise the forgiving-membrane between the barrier of the proud-mind and the pure heart. Words are just a guide line for the winds of the heart to breathe. ‘Erase those black boards of conditioning for fresh concepts to form, everything passes and changes, nothing stays the same, not even nothingness’, i heard some stranger think that, might have been a song?

nothing stays the same, not even nothingness.

I'm dreaming along the sensitive streets to the future of a world where thought is loose and love is natural. It really is not out of the question, it is possible to understand our position within the larger scheme of it all, one of being the caretakers of life, all life, all things with the utmost respect for everything. We have all been there within our minds for moments, it is within our nature……….some walk on, towards that dream.

Trust the science; damaged for life by the safe and effective and doin the right thing. For those that did the right thing by not doing the right thing, refused to collapse in the arms of the safe and effective pharma-love but have been ostracized, dodged, abused…….all, come together and get rid of those bastards pulling the strings and pushing the needle, those useless eaters living off of our hard labour and heal their slick sick disease with a natural nature, love, that four letter word that just keeps shinning through. Love, sprit, ultimate-energy, great mystery, god, truth, beauty, the real reality…..it's all the same stuff, words are like bubbles rising from the pages of the sea, full of nothing but reflections of themselves while surrounded by it all, unable to be what they claim until they all burst and disappear.

bubbles rising from the pages of the sea

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