I lost a place to stand on.
Imbalanced like a halm.
Tortured maiming beliefs threaten.
Diplomacy became truth.
Senseless conspiracies,
honesty like putty,
rule by force,
power-rush toxicity,
deities of greed and gain,
observed by AI,
judged by the blind,
sentenced by all,
executed by myself,
…
falling
towards nothing
clueless and lost
“I’ll try”
is
“I will”
with a back door
Free ticket Mensch
traveler between heaven and earth
jetlag from warpdrive delays the message further
There is light
Sunshine on all of us
By dark and light angels will guide
silence is noisy
i hear more than before
i see more after
find out what is good for you
do that good
and all will be good
Life and pain, the opposites of existence
Pain, the reminder of mortality
Life, the source of joy and beauty
it did happen not there but here
a thought spoke
a path came to be
Me, me, me!
A contemporary slogan.
The subconscious, ‘very consciously’ ordering to hoard:
as much as we can,
as often too,
even forecasting the requirement of such self-benefiting actions
and somehow making everything right to achieve such,
ruthlessly adamant in its resolve.
Just look around.
Yeah, me too, also hoarding.
Why?
Is it for security and survival? Is it out of fear? Is out of hedonism?
Manic hoarding? Creative hoarding? Instinctual hoarding? … ???
Hoarding is a ‘feasting’ while the possibility exists, regardless (most are unaware of any impact during the quixotic rush) as long as the feast can continue.
It probably is a constitutional right too, wrapped into another layer of words for some clever jurist to unravel.
Talk is talk – truth is truth
One is BS – one is fact
Life divided by time = episodes Sovacheck Morrowto (famous author) has released his book called Dead conversations - insane blank pages the rhythm was played by a printer as it wrote a sentence in beat, not letters the book was incomplete
the Cosmic Eaters are back and forth
Earthlings call them Mosquitos
~Nothing, clueless & lost~ 