Science they preach.
All theo- rhetic, such rejections apply.
Proven theories over time,
the 1 or 2 percent below
Mass hypnosis status quo,
The heard mentality will never know .
Science they SCREAM
to the mainstream.
River of knowledge turning green.
all the things they were fed,
now their faces are turning red.
Martyr, satire, relentless drone.
Leaving deliberate thoughts long gone.
Willing traitors freeze their mind,
Until your reasons undermine.
Cast your priceless horror drive;
into the darkest
As the brisk wind blows the sun past the horizon, i stumble through the streets losing sight in the dusk. It was right there, before my eyes, twinkling for MY anticipation, but slipped , into the last rays of the sun, when carried beyond the horizon. No sense did this make to a logical mind, believing it can’t be gone! So i stumbled and continued to search as the night grew black. When dawn arrived, the creatures spoke in unison. The message was, for me to know, that the vanishing was the illusion; It was and will always be, right there in front of my face.
This journey, has it reached its goal? Looking back the goal was an illusive beast, never truly exposing any glimpse of its reality. Shadows through a blanket pinned to a wall. Absent was the truth that can cast a shadow, remaining in doubt, it never slipped away.