the exceptional me

cosmos by johnnyred777

often in times of flux and upheaval, when some truths lay buried in despondent shadows, come the snake oil salesmen selling their cure for our ails. their laughter is parse, glinting with arrogance. their faces reptilian. their eyes like geckos. 

our art becomes reality.

the real truth is as bare as the laughing skeleton.

these salesmen will squander their authority with enmity to prove that the entitlement gripping their frontal lobe in a daft seizure is worth their ignorance. they will proclaim to rid the bodies of the guilt they project upon it; the guilt they carry underneath for their inability to include and grow from a place beyond the self. their ego's roots have swarmed the light of the mind and they will be dragged through the earth for an age or so to reveal their roll as a seasoned henchman in the grand kleptocracy. oh how god can be so gracious a devil and loving parent.

of course the gentlepeople built from the truth will lack words or unity for a time, with the deception and conception of pain, until they acquaint themselves with their awe of shock. the spirit of the human must shift its posture to adapt and recognize the toxicity that seizes its growth is the same venom that has always ...partitioned our awareness.

we cells of the spirit of human.

how the bones break. how grotesque the portions can become, fed the excuse of growth.

corruption always seeds its own demise. fortunately for our people, the people of earth, we are well acquainted with the venom of greed. the true among us know the ego does not possess true intelligence, it sells dominion. true nature, pure form, will always bring its blinding touch of change. pain will ultimately teach. but when will we learn what a human life is worth? 

maybe when we stop rewarding the owners for the workers labor. and maybe when we stop punishing the labor for not having the will. maybe when we stop looking at the human labor as a resource.

complacency loves to live our lies.