Amorphous emotional sanguine thought processes find ways into the mass appeal amongst me and mine on days polluted with time consumption and waste....surrounded at large by the little things that kill your insides....first, with a glace, second, with a dream...and then the actions take place like glass houses erected in Sodom and Gomorrah..doltish and indiscreet...awaiting the downfall....inept at finding things the hoi polloi will survive and in a high state of entropy move on to spread wide the knowledge of knowing little.....fang length inside our minds the ideals of warm happy places invade the areas of our brain that make sense whilst the t.v. tells tales of far off places and pools lined with diamonds and blood, crusted brown and metallic smells linger, smear the iris in our sub-reasoning, deep to the dream-place....the shadow creeps on and on....
we need to turn the light on......for these truths are only half true...
The light in our souls and body, the music that sings with the after thoughts of peace on a hill half-formed, lush and undecayed... the toes and feet of the living dance on and on and on...verduous and youthful...for in the peaceful quiet place the noise and banter of the wicked saunter away like the fearful things they are...pulling back the shade of the gray toned world...we see the beauty is in us all...for the dreamscape sunshine world of truths flourishing delightful and excellent is as prominent and true as the dark void of despair.....we only need to turn on the light....
No comments:
Post a Comment