The tumbling fall, death, and, rebirth of human consciousness


There is a grave disease, that has impregnated, and, perpetually attacks, the homo-sapien mentality. Far superior, in ailing humanity, than any pandemic.


That disease, is; an inflated sense of self.


Egocentrism.


A diseased religion; of the self. Symptomatic of, a human valuing only itself, as the God of self-governance, within its own, myopic, dogma of ego.
A distinct regression has occurred, from, a psyche, looking outward, via empathy, to glean, an understanding, of one another. Instead, there is a; reductive, skewed, inhumane view, looking solely inward, through a selfish, blinkered, and, uncharitable lens. Used purely, to, aggrandise; self-worth, self-gain, and, self-achievement.


Human pride, and, arrogance, have erupted. Risen, to such a towering height, that they now pose, a daunting, grandiose cliff-face, from which, mankind is destined to, regrettably, tumble. For too long, societal; apathy, indifference, and, disillusionment, have been the leash, which has guided, the distracted masses, toward humanity’s fateful plummet.


Where once there was humility, now, there is conceit. Where once there was kindness, now, there is avarice. Where once there was compassion, now, there is callousness. The time has come, for mankind to, finish it’s freefall, from the lofty cliffs of narcissism. And, finally, be strewn, across the jagged rocks, of cosmic justice.


Human-beings, have taken it upon themselves, to, place their material, carnal, and, gluttonous desires, above all else. Above their fellow kin, above the sanctity of the planet, and, above, even, the Creator of the universe. Only, in the destruction, and, rebirth of, the sapient’s; feeble, corrupted, disconnected mind, can the Creator, and, the cosmos, begin to impart: true knowledge. Restoring, in the process; the nurturing nature of mother Earth, and, humanity’s, capability for; community, compassion, empathy, and, philanthropy.


Zero mercy, or, sympathy, should be alotted, to anybody, complicit, in the detriment of; society, the planet, and, the cosmos. The establishment’s system of finances, greed, and, promotion of hoarding worldly possessions, as well as, the spineless, ignorant silence of the masses, have become; tainted, golden, toxic tokens. Poisonous ducats, which have paid, for our doom, via; mortal, collective, and, deceptive hubris. We, humans, deserve, nothing less, than to pay, the ultimate price, for our cowardice, and, complicity, when faced with the forces of; wanton, globalist, and, dominative evil.


As a sentient being, doing nothing at all, allows; the lie to become the truth, the struggle to become the status quo, and, hatred to become the usurper of love.


A drastic change, needs to occur within our own, collective consciousness. We must, realise, these material trappings, for what they are. A temptation; a bribe; to tame the spirit, and, suppress the soul. We must obliterate them, along with, the divide, and, conquer tactics, which, only, serve to subjugate, and, seperate us.


Only, then, can we, collectively; restore, and, channel, the force of good, and, ruefully, dismantle, the force of evil.



Greedy guts


A glimmer

A memory of a memory

The flash of a camera bulb

As the anorexic chance gets slimmer.


Forgotten

Yesterday’s news is buried treasure

And X barks the dog

And the dog eats itself; rotten.


Avarice

Is devouring a banquet feast

Set out in front of a rough sleeper

Too famished to throw a fist.


Cupidity

Hunting with arrows for more

Material or maniacal power prêt à manger

Sustained solely by stupidity.


Snooze you lose


Snooze you lose

The emperor’s got amuse-bouche

Yesterday’s muse

Pales into insignificance

When you’ve got no food.


Leadership battle

Pray to silence politician’s prattle

Tell-tale will always tittle and tattle

Morbid magnificence

Cause we are already culled cattle.


Another day done

Counting down until the final one

Rebellion quelled by quango sponge

Resolute reticence

Society controlled by scum.


House of common creatures

Falsehood is a permanent feature

Nurse, retail worker and teacher

All paid a pittance

But it’s just a policy procedure.


Empty stomach and larder


You can’t un-see

Once you’ve cut the red tape

You remain unfree

Shackled thoughts won’t escape.


When it doesn’t make sense

Whenever you listen

There’s no recompense, in a

Taxable war of attrition.


“You won’t have to suffer

If you’d just work harder!”

No nutritional buffer

For empty stomach and larder.


This so-called elite

I just don’t understand

They’d cut off your feet

And insist that you stand.


Demockracy


There were selfish celebrations

While we were locked inside

Salubrious salutations

Meant irony did not hide.


Pain, anger and dirt fills

The way that we all feel

Going around in circles

Like a hamster in a wheel.


Once you’ve seen the bigger picture

You can never then return

To believing shallow scripture

That the bourgeoisie then burn.


It’s a time of utter travesty

And Orwellian hypocrisy

Getting hoodwinked by humanity

In deceptive dead demockracy.


Profit for a Phalse Prophet


Isn’t it funny?

What people will do for money

The world still turns

No matter how much we earn


You can preach the scriptures

Or take some erotic pictures

But the only one that wins

Is a banker or a prince


Cause you’ll never matter at all

To those with collateral

And you can spend your time working

But the rich will suck your worth in


Our essence has been thwarted

By corporations who purported

Unrealistic rumours

That…

It’s quintessential to be consumers.


Money

It’s moronic that what we need
To survive as people
Creates poverty and greed
And is the square root of evil.

Money. You guessed it
Our master and commander
You bank it and invest it
To make your life much grander.

Poverty is an economic prison
Euros, pounds, dollars and deniro
Money talks and people listen
Until your balance reaches zero.

Greed is buying up all the property
And leasing it to the poor for rent
In a game of real life monopoly
Played by none but one per cent.