Stand Still

A new, much holier than thou echelon seems to have had its sickening fix for now

Dreams speak tales of cryptic certainty

I awake in cold sweats in the middle of every night just so that I can reflect upon them, only to forget them completely soon thereafter

The laughter of the damned echoes in every passageway

Pathetic tunes of self-centered ridicule

Fools are they who are affected by their lackluster challenges

They repeat the same mistakes each and every time they make their way back around

Lessons forgotten, never again to be found

The harder they search, the more slippery become their flesh-bound hands

The sands that compose the trickling of time frolic forward to reach the reflection in the glass compartments that mirror them

The tired, old Wicked Witch of the West seems to have forgotten about her own inevitable undoing that only she herself could have sprung forward in motion

An ocean of bitter, raw betrayal crashes its tide upon the jagged rocks that remain to act as the shoreline

Divine intervention is only the slithering tongue of this serpentine behemoth that only something as sinister as humanity could have ever created

The entire program orchestrated by the mental ingenuity of madmen and the money that moves them through their own schematic, a false little bitch of a design

Everyone is standing still in line because the line has wrapped all the way around the globe to the point of overlapping

Curiosity keeps killing dead cats

Peace can be embraced now finally, for it all has come to a complete stand still

Time itself fast becoming yet another miracle that longs to become extinct

The unified must think as one and never improperly harness the great power of their collective will

There is no more room in the stand still for anyone to harbor the burdens of redundancy....

3/16/2009