Does one have a problem Subjugating Those thoughts of what could be as one every night unconsciously wakes up when one sleeps cold hungery a twilight zone feeling slowy sinking into a shallow state of mind as your shadows like dark mottled clouds begin looming over those thoughts that keep gazing watching crying at all those waves
It is sad to see so many people On the Left On the Right and all those In Between fighting arguing debating calling each other Nasty Names all trying to cure the symptoms In Our Society In Our Community's And Yet All are Blind
Strange when one reads the book Inferno then watch the movie it's not the same not many are but this one is strange because in this movie there is a scene where you see bodybags and hazmats all over the place but you have to be quick coz it aint normal speed it's about a second no different from the old days That cold bottle of coke that just popped in and out of your sight and now it's in your head now your dry While others Smile ...
Is it ones Rectum one try's to slow down trying to Rectify the Diarrhea that pours like a flood around ones teeth that drips from ones lips as ones Sphincter puckers up Ones Brightest Smile When one speaks About things From a peasant minded Point of View
How does one Defect Renounce Forsake ones own common sense party to join the designed Advertised dreams for the wannabes for the weak the lost and the lonely where ones mission is to gather on the streets to protest to demand change to shout out we want to live in another Box with a new pretty catchphrases sound bites slogans to be Free to live In A Box to make everybody
The right are not always wrong and the wrong is never right and most of the left are just that leftovers excess baggage from the past kept alive by those in high places and their lieutenants those Arrogant Condescending People who have bits of paper nailed to their wall
The man of the forest a young child Mourning his loss in Pain Shock and Fear having watched his Home his Loved Ones and everything around Disappear Unbearable Sounds the crackling of the flames and the Smell of roasting meat he cry's Out in Pain Hanging from the Only tree left Out of Thousands a Young Child of a man of the forest Hanging from a dead branch on a dead tree on land that is still flickering with flames Watching Them ...