To stand. In the shadows. Of greater men -talities; opaquely. Unbeknownst of the burden. Carried; within a silhouette; of gleaned knowledge.
Dusky, sagely tonnage, makes cerebra; camel-shaped. Combusting broken, humpy backs. Ignited; under straw, sewn, skins. By matchsticks, of sparked duress.
A fire then, lifts, in a burning rage, courtesy of, camel’s corpse; showing; Death, is only the beginning; of enlightenment. And, from; great tribulation, great pain, great loss. Cometh; infinite wisdom.
The miles travelled, within a, fleshed vessel, are; a measure of; insignificance… Within; the Creator’s multiverse. Just as, the bacterium’s rotating filament is; unnoticeable, trivial, paltry, to mankind’s eye.
A soul has no need to walk, only, to be, an impetus, for, the light, or, the dark. A journey to the realms of infinity, beckons. And, a destination; unknowingly preordained. Leaving; an unbeaten path; of universal footprints.
relationships, cause wrecks, when love is perilously shallow. Reluctant and scorned, the captains, dive into their slippery, ill-gotten, untitled, reckonings.
A backpedalling pool, of thick, cementing gruel, turning stomachs, into, trodden, broken, ceramics, and, once, placid waters, into, viscous, panics.
“King Cnut was awash, with humility, and, a gut-wrenching knot, in his defeat, to the seas, and, deemed them; majestic, Godly, and, hallowed. For, he knew, then, that his reign, could not stop, the rains of April, nor, reverse the ocean tides, despite his courtiers’ love, being perilously shallow.”
The salty waves, of harpoon-shaped tears, submit to sandy cheeks of forlorn, creating crestfallen beach tides. Memories resurface; embittered, and, resentful, as, sodden spite, is beckoning.
Frostbitten, arctic remarks, chisel those, once, bleeding hearts, into cold, scuppered; currachs. Punctured, and, capsized, from, ice-veined, blue-blood, it freezes, and, attacks; subverting, and, destroying the voyage; of doomed solicitude; when love is perilously shallow.
Where did all the compassion go? Is it lost; in the Sun’s, ashen glow? Is it locked; in hearts, that unfasten, slow? Please, find it, and, return it to Me.
I talked to My Brother; testy Ares, His rage spoke of Him watching, Me burn, convulse and freeze. He saw those smothering, fleshy fairies, self-caged, hate-soaked, plotting, with yearned pulse, for Me, to seize.
My Sister; loving Aphrodite, too, cried, agonised, weeping, at human destruction, Her dusty tears, made clouds of ash. Her vista turning, grey, from blue, My blackened eyes, from bloody knuckles, of consumption. Unjust; I fear; gnawing fists, unabashed.
I heard My Siblings, both, and vowed, never again, to become, abused and broken, enduring an insane plight, scared, and, rid Myself, of this parasite. This poison growth, is overproud, severing Men, will leave Me bruised, yet, awoken, from an inhumane nightmare, and, back, to health, and joy, and light.
Where did all the compassion go? Is it lost; in the Sun’s, ashen glow? Is it locked; in hearts, that unfasten, slow? Please, find it, and, return it to Me.
When dodecahedron bombs fall; will you be my buried and sturdy shelter? When cohesion is trodden to asphalt; would you wage pitched and bloody welter?
Breakfast, served at his majesty’s pleasure, often ladles out food for thought… The menu – provides; convicts, politicians, businesspeople, and, royalty, with plenty to discuss… Such as, ‘do the high and mighty ever dream of tasting prison porridge, as they commit high crimes, whilst they starve and cull the poor?’ And, ‘can beggared worms chew through royal lead-lined coffins from a dead beggar’s ulcered stomach sores?’ Yet, what lies in the unasked? The public inquiry into corrupt power, like lunch, awaits.
Relief without a branch to cling to. Bare, shaken, but, also, beyond agonising disbelief. Avalanche met Alpine Firs; a collage of bitter viridescence – often mistaken, as, not life, but, death, imitating art.
What a relief!! That’s the “good stuff”; the pinprick and the poison-pill… The Medicine Men have long traded in shady deals, of jabs and hooks, wearing labcoats lined with vaccined, pain-killing schemes. Patiently making case studies of us all, all the while, toasting, our declining health, along with silent, complicit and sickly governments. Sláinte!
Encrypted night; puzzling and studious, awaits us all, along with an unshrinking denial, a half-blinked eye, a non-thinked; why? And, a nihilistic sigh. It is all, so… insalubrious.
Awaited relief of a final breath when no more lies can be proferred no more lines can be crossed or excuses offered no more questions unanswered no more victims no more cancers no more derision and pain due to another’s conceited vision and gain no more losers no more winners no more abusers or willers of forgiveness.
Just peace; unreplicated.
And, relief, no longer, awaited.
When dodecahedron bombs fall; will you be my buried and sturdy shelter? When cohesion is trodden to asphalt; would you wage pitched and bloody welter?
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