May 1, 2024

Vagueness of a sinful nature, possibilities

unite, the awareness of doubt separating

ones self from the hoards of angry thoughts

demanding justice for themselves as they

limp toward their savior the unemployment

line, unification of repetitive thoughts

seesawing the continuum of a once open 

dream now broken, that would have changed

your life, friends turn away moving into a 

past that has been abandoned as one moves

into the now assuming this is where one

finds his dreams realized, the present is

your depth of nature cycling your intuitive

visions toward a future without a structure

role, we all pray now for us to survive this 

formula of rotting ideas escaping into the

necessary prefix, a warning that what is 

now is your external nature learning bits

and pieces of a philosophical dilemma why

are we afraid of an openness of truth and

not it's variant that undermines the intellect

into conditioning us to respond in a certain

way without an instinctive drive to find how

far have we the people been taken advantage

of, abused, devoured by the hungry nobodies

trying to move up the ladder of murderous

intent for each of us have similar openness's

to assume we are not vital to the enclosure

of a vision vital to the enclosure of words

that are true, now hidden where, all is sealed

in a brown paper bag thrown on a porch fully

inflames, the point being that now life has

been revealed as a broken record repeating

itself with words fluffy sins as time continues

on leaving us to write our thoughts separate 

from each other hoping that our releasing

the demanding actions of wealth will soon

be stalled as mother earth sends a brutal

message to the elites and the citizens of

this world that time has always been an 

illusion, your now a spot light on your stage

performance trying to be other than who you

are, while your future has already been

 

plodded and your omnipresence savior is not

a god but yourself being wide open to the

kaleidoscope of our physical reality easily

demanded for our truth is in our lies, our

government for the people an illusion and

our life span inconsistent as one devours

a once silent fear now loud voices yelling help