Literary Evocation

These words come out my mind Shrouded from distinction Spewing forth collectively As droplets of a tincture Their effect unbridled Upon elusive kindness Many evade successfully Though blinded By hateful ignorance Their influence is righteous Seeking not recompense But understanding silence

You’re obsessed with the material. The aesthetic, the burial. The promise that money and objects will bring happiness and reprieve. That it will bring peace and comfort to a life you, otherwise, don’t know how to live. Your possessions won’t save you. They look new, shine through and supply you with temporary distraction from the bitter traction that is a crumbling reality. The pious lie that smiles above a failing society.

Battered, filled with clamour. A mind working with no sleep. No rest, no time to quell the beast that shifts in it’s slumber. The grizzled mind yawns, a stretch. Eyelids lift in wonder as light touches the face. How long since the last encounter they inquire. Recognition that turmoil soon will deflower a once peaceful mind once again. The beast gets to it’s feet and looks around at the world. “I remember, I remember this forsaken reality”. I adorn dark glass circles to shield those around me from an unbridled, frustrated, confusion. Slowly things come into focus, the fusion of light and time over the edge of the horizon. Every tick and twinge erupts from disgruntled collusion as the beast nit picks. The smallest of annoyances brought to climax in the grip.of searching aggression. A warm room ahead. That familiar scent. The forge of contention and sustenance. The only thing I know to use to subvert this creature. A tint of red still glimpsed behind the eyes as I convert currency to succulence. The feeling once again known as calm, subduction washes over the fallacy. Once more it slumbers, knowing full well it’s caustic nature will awaken again. But how soon?

This world I am given This world that i breathe This world that I live in It has everything I need All the people driven To strive for the freedom Of all those who’re hidden So they may be treated Equal in the system That corrupts most with greed Destroying competition In the land of the free Where we are all denied The right to an opinion For fear of being tried As enemies of friends Torn apart, divided In a caste withheld condition I can’t believe my eyes Welcome to my perception Of society’s disguise

I made a thing. Soon I will have many and will be passing them out. Going to have a few different quips on the backs, but this is a start.

There was far too little to talk about and far too much to discuss. The inquiries began steadily as my mind toiled on. Plagued by questions of how and why. What purpose something served, how an individual could be so.... simple. Baffling, all these questions were simply baffling. No answers came to me, they never did. Perhaps you know? Perhaps someone does, but until I can find them I will sit here in wonder. They truly are confusing creatures. Toiling away, day after day, unsure as to exactly why they do it. Is it for the money? The self assurance? Maybe even the praise from people they don’t know. Perhaps they need to do it for survival? Out of simple necessity. For what reason do you toil away? No need to answer me, only answer yourself. If you can. I still can’t, not entirely. One day, maybe...

Led by leaders so uncouth.

Yet I am key to your survival.

Here we are, and here I go. Some rhymes and writings I have to show. Forgive them for they may be horrendous or uncouth. However, words, to me, are an undying truth.