Liberty, your birthright.
Carte blanche, your living canvas.
Oppression, the antonym of your precious existence.
Strolling, one sunny Sunday I passed a disused warehouse,
Londons’ East End,
The unelected arbiters of taste’s,
Inalienable right to dictate moral standards
Interfere with the production of all art
In the name of standards. Waving standards.
Censorship, be it the government q…
Seized, grabbed, bullied and buffeted,
By proclaimed fallacies.
Myth rampaging through previous lives,
Every one of which seems seeded by fortuitous ineptitude.
Tell me now old friend,
What did you d…
Regarding the world,
Through the wrong side
Of the barred circus freakshow.
Dwarves out of work,
Shaven bearded ladies,
Strongmen barbered into weakness by muti-limbed Delilahs.
To the blindness of my pirate queen
I raise a glass, a glass unseen.
Until the ruby mist subsides,
Until the warmth of love abides.
To you I offer all I treasure,
Life and love beyond all measure.
The children of so many gods must die
To fulfill the ambition of their priests.
And what of the atheist?
The claimant of rationality.
The first to perish?
The last survivor?
It’s a waiting game…
When dealing, willingly or unwillingly, with unusual and extremely strange circumstance,
Remember that the creature, your charge, was once a coherent and, albeit fallible,
Never rely on your family,
They cannot produce the goods,
No matter the fact that your care is ‘in house’
Over days, weeks and months and years.
Never rely on your siblings,
They’re too busy with their o…
Accused and summarily convicted, By man made law constricted, …
Fascinating, isn’t it? The offense one can cause… …
Hearts to the drift in this ocean of steps
minds maturing in abstractions without comprehension
bodies fitted to aims of others
minds narrowing itself before the fear
The fugitive acceptance of the n…
For anyone at all interested!
Some say why would you give away your secrets, I say, without my imagination the secrets will never be revealed.
So use this how you will…………̷…
part the 3rd
Zorind looked at me almost like an elder, he said just after activation he happened to touch a withered root in the furrow, its seedling gone.
He says he felt something, a feeling, but th…
part the 2nd.
As I was saying Zorind was a bit of a rebel, always pushing, needing more than than hiss fellow seedlings.
One day while basking in the rays of Zan, he came up with the idea that he want…
“no one steals unattended baggage, it’s the over guarded things, these thieves are after” He’d said. He’s always full of unbelievable propositions that we all laughed about later, anyway……
Strains of early 70’s Rock music emanating, at some volume, from her room.
Memories of yelled censorship in teenage years flood back like a malevolent
“Would you please turn that devil drive…