Punch and Judy -sober edition
We live in a belly fighting off bacteria
Begging other intelligence to disembowel us.
a tsumanima of hate floods our irrigation system of morals.
No lives matter.
Nazi’s aren’t the only few crazier than Mercuries Mad Hatter.
Everyone has an opinion.
Every Judy thinks they are entitled to a Punch – no need to be drunk.
infuriating that we can’t learn violence is a domino effect.
Cause and effect
ripples from thrown stones.
Balance in humanity
artifially insemitated tinnitus
is the reality.
We look to archaic verse in the Testament that
‘ an eye for an eye’
is as natural as two beasts being violated while they are in active fornication.
Instinct and emotions show us we are alive.
We feel, we must feel — we have to feel to carry a vigil of hope
Some divine sign,
god, goddess installed a program of free will.
Why not take back this privilege?
Why make a world perfect and full of sublime, lure us out with the promise of sunshine?
Caters to the needs of every breather, every ecosystem.
No need for uadulterated theft.
God is a Narcissist.
why would someone with such power sit back and watch us destroy one another?
Fuck the lies, the parables,
Jesus dying for our sins!
His resurrection has risen along with centuries a blasphemeous leaders chanting idolific hymn.
In the name of ignoratious barkus dogma
Religion – organised to control the masses
Opium now smells of it’s true odour-terrorisim .
Bombs, nuclear weapons, fists connecting with human bodies, unlicenced rifles blasting into chunks of animals flesh .
Who is right?
This game has found us lost in a maze and the goblins haven’t the eduction to translate to us
cuts to every department,
This is prison.
Suicide seems an answer to a man’s motive to rise to heaven and receive a reprisal.
That is a given.
God is a narcissist .
Jesus-is a shoddy carpenter.
Mary Magdelane -the whore,is the only tangible part of this story I find plausible.
Create a world – destroyed by nations.
Give me a sign!
suffering to this extent is for an entity pantomime.
Enlightened gods, sit on Mount Olympus ,never miss an episode of planet earth.
The screen darkens to reveal
another dismal form of the masses , pupils— dilated, babbling words of freedom to.
freedom to insult ,
freedom to obliterate ,
freedom to impregnate,
Freedom to do anything.
A society bloated, heaving up piles of excess.
Anarchy doesn’t mean terrorisation
Revolution is for the mighty of heart.
Ones who wish to see change from inequality for the many in parts.
We all deserve to be on the earth offender register
Why do we have laws ?
when we take our grievances into our own hands.
How can there be justice?
-when justice fails us with a well practiced pose of inverted corruption?
Trust in humanity.
Live by your true North, moral compass .
Born in navigation mode,
even if life serves you a sentence of physical deformity;
Don’t look to the sky for an answer.
Don’t look to a man with free words dribbling down his jumper.
Don’t tear down statues that can’t fight back.
There is no sense in joining hands with this vicious pack.
We all have it wrong.
Every. Single. One. Of. Us.
Think the death penalty teaches people to stop being immoral?
Tears cause waves, I’m hiding between the reeds and the coral.
Every face has that stoic sense of entitlement
Knitted together,from years of oppressive governments taking our God-given birth sight to see what a plight this truly is.
We all need to hang.
Hang our heads in shame.
Cut out my heart
See it bleed
Let it bleed –
examine the appearance of your own and understand there is no difference –
we come into the world
We all rely on another hand for our first feed.
I’ve always been taught to have a plan B
I find myself alone; ready to denounce my mammalian side and take my chances, swim against the tide of oil sickened oceans, in one last effort to truly be free
Free from hate,
, free from words spoken with a lingering scent of horse manure,
I denounce my own and seek a new home on the basis-I don’t recognize my own kind.
I don’t see a common interest,
all I see is another foe.
I choke on these words.
Why can’t we learn!?
I could go on, but we have unread history books, in abundance.
Nothing is censored.
The age of enlightmenent has turned into the birth of disallusionment.
Posted on Aug 18, 2017, in CREATIVE WRITING CORNER, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Beliefs, Emotions, humanity, Humans, Life, Nature, Relationships, spirituality, Stream of consciousness. Bookmark the permalink. 27 Comments.