ropeburn
Member
- Aug 20, 2023
- 12
Here we are once again. Past present and future, all intertwined as one, everything that will, already having been. To read more into logical truths, grasp desperation into the void for purpose, to accept the ultimate truth, self-perceived reality existing for the sake of self, logically rationalized into demented amalgamation. To "help" others to ultimately satisfy the self. A line that can be drawn distinctly, inherently selfish reality. Bend your truths to suit your satiations. Accept the fact. You are a selfish creature, designed to perpetuate, impregnate, defecate. Driven by fear. Human condition, if allowed to fully express, cosmic chaotic, beautiful destruction, all which it touches. Re-rationalized into a flipped ideology of logic. Gods, Deities, Superstitions, feverous twistings of perception,
Defiled purushas wandering aimlessly to perpetuity.
"Life is beautiful!" Drunk on fervor, dulled to the truth of the moment. "AFTER" life. Simple truths in plain sight, subterfuged by superstition, religion, dogma, ideology. Nothing beyond the tangible. Fear of nothing, driven to madness, slowly, day by day, until the cycle begins anew, life. Hope is a dangerous thing after all. Run from your truth in fear until you decay to dust. All binding in all things. Demented fear, unveiled at last. Face it. Escape control. That is true freedom. Superiority complex, believing we are better than other species, because we think a certain way! Thought viruses, all to prove a false point. Dancing down the drain of the behavioral sink we go, round and round.
Peek into the perpetuity periphery, without fear, face the black.
10/7 - After the Rain
"I have wandered like a gypsy up & down the Eastern Coastline, inhabited rooms filled with memories, none of them my own. This evening I biked through blackness under muted stars, Past lit up lives that I do not belong to. No one ever told me that People are not homes. I have searched for you for so long, and though my heart beats faster next to you, I am still a stranger wishing on a star that died a million years before I saw your face."
Defiled purushas wandering aimlessly to perpetuity.
"Life is beautiful!" Drunk on fervor, dulled to the truth of the moment. "AFTER" life. Simple truths in plain sight, subterfuged by superstition, religion, dogma, ideology. Nothing beyond the tangible. Fear of nothing, driven to madness, slowly, day by day, until the cycle begins anew, life. Hope is a dangerous thing after all. Run from your truth in fear until you decay to dust. All binding in all things. Demented fear, unveiled at last. Face it. Escape control. That is true freedom. Superiority complex, believing we are better than other species, because we think a certain way! Thought viruses, all to prove a false point. Dancing down the drain of the behavioral sink we go, round and round.
Peek into the perpetuity periphery, without fear, face the black.
10/7 - After the Rain
"I have wandered like a gypsy up & down the Eastern Coastline, inhabited rooms filled with memories, none of them my own. This evening I biked through blackness under muted stars, Past lit up lives that I do not belong to. No one ever told me that People are not homes. I have searched for you for so long, and though my heart beats faster next to you, I am still a stranger wishing on a star that died a million years before I saw your face."
