"When broken twigs aren't seen"
The path of a man’s feet leaves
tell tale signs…
even when the signs go unrecognized,
traces of desire…
the dark need to dehumanize those
to receive the dispensation of
possessed intent,
the incarnation of discord,
fallen into the clutches of groups
that prey on innocents,
cults of fun that face away from
any fantasies even thought so…
now planted the destructive
seeds of evil’s visit…
the playground of hell in
full swing, the following and
change in behavior left alone
in abandonment…
unseen the path of intention,
the direction to be found
and the goals to be reached…
if only the animal remains were
found before the human ones-
compartmentalized disaster.
Comments
Very deep soul writing. Extremely good!
This is on the subject and topic that is the flip side of the coin for me in this life. It is something I’m not ignorant to but choose not to linger on or stray so damn close I lose my own perspective. I am not going to deny it exists, the darker side; because, I know better. I’m very glad you liked the write.
– Russell Holder
we are a society of denial…if it dont suit our purose we deny it….great write…awesome
I can do nothing here, Rocky, but agree.
– Russell Holder
Russ, the tile speaks to loudly. It is sad indeed that broken minds are not seen in time. Unfortunately, it has to be a very severe case before it is recognised. Most such killers have a break and it is within the break of the mental connection to the human body, that the person goes through ‘a destructive phase’… that is the time when the killing takes place. If the person recovers, which incidentally can take anything from hours to weeks, he will ‘know that he did it’ but he would have no awareness of the act itself. It can be likened to an animal looking into a mirror and not knowing that it is looking at itself.
The connection between the brain and the mind is broken and thus it becomes a devastating madness that grips that person without the usual stop mechanisms. The brain is misfiring and the person is thrown into a ‘frenzy of confusion and destruction’.
I wish there was more awareness to the symptoms of these cases, but unfortunately some are born in an instant to never ever recover… Mental illness of varying degrees is a hell that few understand… because it is a subject reserved to the asylum and not for public… which is SO wrong. It can happen to the best of us… Mental disease as such is in a way, a paralysis of the mind… a mental stroke… and it can become the killing machine within the gentlest of us.
It is sad that your writing was not accepted. It is a good write.
My wife and I watch a lot of forensics and true events… maybe some considered macabre but true none the less. It wouldn’t necessarily be induced from a psychological break (a psychotic break), a momentary event… to be subjected on people here. I’m referring more to the training of ‘a serial killer,’ one that has undergone this transformation in the course of years… to romp on the playgrounds of hell at will and unchecked. This is either more due to exposure to such behavior, intrinsically motivated or other motivator by inadequacy, compulsion or not.
– Russell Holder
Russ, just to add to my already long comment… I have excluded the ‘ruthless killers’ that are from greed to steal and take a power trip that escalates to murder… That is just plain evil!
It could be from some blood lust there too… from an exposure and an expected outcome to be used for evil and irreligious beliefs. Either good or bad… we all must flip a coin and decide which to follow in this life. Thanks Betty. VVV
– Russell Holder
Very emotive and profound writing Russ….
I can’t be to much plainer in my descriptions or in exposing evil for the evil it is, and as humans we are all susceptible to its plight. Thanks Annet.
– Russell Holder
AMEN RUSSELL! TOO FEW RECOGNISE THE SIGNS OF EVIL INTENT! WE CAN BE ANGELIC OR DEMONIC….I CHOOSE THE ANGELIC…AT LEAST A FALLEN ANGEL…..WINGS NEED REPAIRING!!!!
All of us are in disrepair… all of us need God to make the change in our hearts to see it is our hands He uses… and needs. Until then…
– Russell Holder