in trust, in kind, without a dime
Young in vibrancy of life
in ambience of light in darker days
in deep of labile ways
a dream of brighter times.
In you the long of love of art
in trust, in kind, without a dime Young in vibrancy of life in ambience of light in darker days in deep of labile ways a dream of brighter times.
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Unlock the shackles,
break the chains, strip the animus, rip the enmity, free the soul of humanity, believe in love. Lawless, aimless, powerless,
without conviction, compassion or conscious awareness, we squander our liberty, taken for granted by the rage and reckless abandon of a country once the mantel of democracy, now the gaslighting capital of the world. Wake to green, sleep to blue. Calm, serene, a better instinct. Hope more than distant memory. Her wave, his hand outstretched in keeping with humanity. All is not lost. Fight or flight
is not a survival instinct but a human construct the almighty strength of self-deceit. As if the doors of right and wrong we pass through willingly or unwillingly are marked and therefore define us. From birth to death we fall through the deep well of injustice deeper and darker if only to reach the surface as if that is far enough. A lifeline we wait and wait, find distraction and forget. Wait some more. Disembodied from the heartache and human suffering, the loss of who we are while we are perpetually becoming. the world turning upside down
no right side up without gravity we're defenseless. The light so bright it blinds
in the dark where facts are not so kind and intrude on bold faced lies that don’t apply without a spine. Inflatable mascots under Russo influence flipping back and forth in gleeful defiance. Sleepless nights of waking dreams To screams of border children the next in line for needless slaughter by vicious regimes and brutal proxies. Sleepless nights of waking dreams where botniks data mine our lives until they drive the “I” right out of existence. Compliance not required. With each involuntary adherence as natural as breath or a sigh. Waking dreams of bad anime Oh god of idle time that trashes the mind with rancor and hate to live stream violence, a front row seat after endless games of Candy Crush. Sleepless nights of waking dreams legislating arrogance to rule the innocent and shatter tenderness as we demolish what little is left of our benevolence. When you step off a cliff
the fall is precipitous but if you stop to survey the emptiness you can't deny the loss. When all the world is infused with a kind of madness,
only the most morally reprehensible example of humanity doesn't suffer but the light of love ignites the flames, shooting out over the bleakness that surrounds us, one soul recognizing the other, instilling the hope that all is not lost. Axis, a turn without hyperbole
timeless as infinity not to measure progress or retreat when the heart has been neglected for more worldly things immaterial. Intransigent in its transience and fundamentally irrelevant. In the spirit of passion and empathy a galaxy, a shower of meteoric vibrancy streaks through this universe fusing past, present and future in the moment 4.6 billion years to inspire our humanity one by one. |
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