lundi 31 août 2015

Mad and Insane


To worry. To worry continually without perfect madness !
Like a shameless heel on a road. Damned in a man made verbal cage. In a demon's incarceration.


We make our every structured unquietness into an unavoidable critical situation. Were men meant to think or quiver with a working mind ? Does man even have in the long run a mind that could call itself so ? Are thoughts really necessary for the immediate well being that supposedly all so called men strive for ? 

Eat, drink and be merry. Or just worry worthlessly all the life that you need, until the bleak sandman cometh ? To take it back. Putting it back again into the drawers of useless quibbling !



What is hidden in the sky around you ? What is it that you're breathing while you are in the process of "thinking" your brain away into oblivion's hut ? Is it with a peaceful mind that  approaches, when you lie on the dust bin of all lives ? Or has it changed, is the dust on the drive way gone, do autumn's falling things cover the way ? Is your front door closed and locked. Do you have a back door ?

Is it just your solemn promise, has made you climb those steep steps that go up and down at one and the same time ?
Into your unfathomable cellar : into the attic over which you've never built any ceiling nor roof to cover it ?

Who is it, has been abused by any kind of mind control ? 

Those who have awakened in their own home made nightmare.

Who's, the fault, that you're insane, mad ? 

Mine. Since birth till now, I'm done for. 

The brain might break and that's just fine. I never was a good school boy. Useless !

But I converse with the damned in Hell and those angels who'll stand my company.

I am in two or three places at a time. My awareness is in God's hands. My soul under my keeping and guidance. The terrestrial body, a barren wasteland full of ghost shadows : the real earthen dirt to which it will return, afterwards to be exhausted in the abysses and washed in heaven's tears will become a cristal clear abiding vessel. Ready to be conquered and assumed by a resurrected  consciousness.