The fear of judgement
Closing in on us for eons now
Suddenly, one can see it ever so clearly in the hum -drum that has become the crowd
A huge cloud up in the skies that they seem to be emerging from
Their conversations turn toward apocalyptic concerns
Then you can see them all start to scamper as their hearts begin to rush them out to cross back over every bridge that they can remember themselves burning
Nobody seems to have learned from any of their mistakes
Instead, they looked for other shoulders upon which to dump their blame
Everything leading up to the gyst of their life stories is now gone
No more talk
No foreplay
Immediate becomes the search for reasons to make way with all of their cash
Turning their totality toward the darkness as some formidable way to escape the backlash of the vastness that holds the entire cosmos in the palm of its hand
They start standing in their pathetic huddles, when before it had become all about their individuality
Their big goals to conquer this planet and all of its lessons alone
It was all about whose throne looked the most regal and what had been gained over those who had fallen beneath them
The prey in the abstract design of their Web
Wrapped up in over-priced blankets composed of the fibers of natural artistry
Putting sweet ole Charlotte to shame
This game that every race throughout each generation keep senselessly playing
The rise
above
the fall
The desperate need to conquer whatever keeps them poised against walls, weapons ready and drawn
Just like the good little pawns that they were brought into creation to be
Expendable
Dependable
Disposable....
10-13-2011