ST23 ... the longest night in history tonight

as i slip into a dream endless and pure as the dark, this winter solstice.

Where are the artists that never got caught in the flood, the business man and the farmer that kept truth safe under heavy hats. Where is the man that realized the woman in her pure position and gave her the honest dignity of her true strength? There must be more than i see! How can so few survive thru the currents of well formed lies. How will they hide when the mob crashes thru their walls and bends their delicate hearts. Who will stand up and resist till the ends of the blades pierce their ideals?

enemy or victim or hero of our wayward society

Watch out for the worn out medicine man and the surgeon full of discipline and entangled purple disease full of schools of honour and of facts of concrete and feathers. The nonsense was left in the reason and trained minds for a purpose and scripture to prevail like a reality that would resist to exist. It was all necessary like a tomb full of dying thought rowing down streets for all to believe.

In an attempt to create a dead end structure the political mind held science hostage for all to hang in the shadows of survival and vague burnt love. That was the way things befell around the old school yards of the past well trained and secure against an open mind.

The inventor of the m of the rna and the finder of the patents to prove their viral existence and all the scientists that know what they know with facts and data understood by the less of the majority with open hearts for reasons still unfolding. Science as religion gets caught on fences facing to hold its own formulas higher than they could possibly exist in realities forever changing. It is more than possible that things do not exist down the micro telescopes as they would like to be believed by many of the experts written in the papers lodged into the diaries of journals as the last words dying for a mathematical scripture to hold them together in high regard. It is possible that the nature of disease is as noted by a few, is that the terrain itself is the vault of change that corrupts the injured natural immune. That disease itself is born in the rivers of blood as well as sap and water of a living planet. Science is not wrong, simply immature and naive, young, an amateur in the fields of reality bound for change and altering like abstracts desperately demanding to be in truth that can only shadow the absolute.

a system to benefit a few..…infamous / poland

The future will have little to do with our mind of structure and scripture living in shallow dreams waiting for a breath of real air. The truth is changing down the rivers of realities as love does on a cloudy day. Follow the waves and the pure magic for a glimpse of truth as it caresses the heart. That is the longest night in history tonight as i slip into a dream, endless and pure as the dark.

That was the way i saw it in the darkest night of the year
it pierced thru all the lies and straight thru all the fear
i could feel some light soft and tender being near
that's how i remember the darkest night of the year

a coffee. a like, a whisper.

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