If all is fair in love and war…
Is it fair to compromise our loyalty in the name of Freedom?
Or to give up our freedom in order to remain loyal?
Where were these words when we are at the culminating breaking point?
Off that jagged little edge.
Not wanton to reabsorb the welts and bruises from impact of jumping off …
A random theme in a random musing .
This time it lusts to be free to not care .
Not have wanton thought or empathy for fellow man.
To think abashed at succumbing to a heinous lifestyle.
The choices we make are presented with.
The sudden momentum that propels us …
…to this particular incision
Slam. Breath vaporizes.
Another mist to reflect our own wasting existence.
Face to face with the iced reflection of a far gone, beget Doppelgänger.
Climate change .
A random musing swathed in soggy, absorbent cotton-wads of self .
clammy and over indulged on globules of self gloating
Eery sightings hint at snickets pregnant with symbiotic goaders.
Absorbed in the nothingness but the dampness that threatens…
must extinguish the fire.
It needs to be extra-communicated .
Vanquished to the pits of initial inception.
For once the ires glow;
The hidden depths have all too late
Been proven to react to our passions zeitgeist.
*Feeling frustrated and boxed in creatively*
Posted on Jul 26, 2018, in POETRY, THOUGHTS and tagged Beliefs, Creative Writing, Creativity, Nature, poems, POETRY, Stream of consciousness, Thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.