Disposable

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