An empty wishing-well. Where words; disappear. Words of trepidation. That take courage to tell.
As the rope of hope snaps with fear. Tumbling down. In dry-mouthed, jittered rotation.
A slow, painful, exhaustive; car journey. That sped toward dismission.
Hairy moments. By the mane-ful. Both locked-in, and, locked-out. Belted glares. That acquiesce; sternly. Both tiresome, and, retiring. Door slams with admonition.
The tender, dying gladiolus. Resembled a love buried. Long; lost.
Memories bloom of better days. Stemming from floating aromas. Pruning. And, preening. With little swords. Florets of old, perish, in the bitter frost. Yet, from seedlings – roots live on. Perfumed pollen spreads. As petal decays.
Nobody ever won, a seat at the highest table, whilst won-dering. And, to be constantly; marred by a demagogic dream’r, is a storm, of reveries thundering. A costly sermon minus refunding Him; makes an irate, antagonistic – hurricane of a redeemer.
Whilst your back is turned, knives will poke; fun at you. When your knack is spurned, the wicked spoke; not of truth. While your shack is burned, evil’s smoke; chokes anew…
No matter your serial number. The seas, rivers, and, waves; crash asunder. Filling gardens, cities, and, graves. Technological roads – forbidden knowledge; did pave. Yet, generations are left here, to wonder, their brains forever to wander, mental marathons amble, and, lumber, on how; many, souls will be saved.
But, that question; is already answered. When the meek; become mighty. And, the downtrodden; are lifted up by the righteous. By good conscience, and, moral upstanders. Whom delight; in the defeating of cancers.
I’m often, mentally, brought to my knees, with melancholy, when I think, of, the utter callousness, of, the human species.
My cerebellum’s, figurative, grey, grazed patellae are; a metaphor, which compound the pleading, within my mind, for mankind to stop, and, think.
Think about our selfish, greedy, unflinching nature.
Think about our incredible lack of foresight. Foresight, for not only our fellow genus, but, the wider amalgam, of; wildlife, biodiversity, planetary ecology, and, ultimately, our world, and, universe.
Our arrogance, and, sense of self, have become, our own baited, foolish, avaricious universes. Solitary, loathsome universes, filled with; galaxies of material wishes, solar systems of Internet based gratification, constellations of exploitation, and, nebulae that beckon fruitless, divisive competition.
All in the hope of ‘getting ahead’ and/or ‘becoming a star’.
Ironically, we are all composed, of; stardust.
And, on that basis, I believe that we should do everything, humanly possible, to create our own; galaxy of justice – here on Earth.
A galaxy, where, instead of compete for monetary wealth, (a practice which has long seen; each, and, every genius star, capable of contributing any egalitarian offering to humanity – “miraculously” being snuffed out by the establishment e.g. Nikolai Tesla etc.) we, lift one another up, amasse, and, unite – within our; ninety-nine-percent nebula.
By eradicating, the elitist; Black Hole, we, together; can create real, monumental change. The kind of change, which will, echo, throughout; the generations, heavens, realms, and, multiverses.
Whilst standing idly by, the so-called ‘elites’ will continue to; imbibe our misery, bathe in our systematic poverty, mop up any hope of our revolution, and, spew propaganda, via every form of media, to poison the minds of; every generation, it has the manical pleasure of tainting.
The time is now to; expand our minds, gravitate to one another’s plight, and, escape, revolt, and destroy; the elitist Black Hole, which delights in our unchained servitude.
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