Machiavellian Trash

In a forgotten and perhaps fabricated  legend of ancient yesteryears  buried invisible in the ash of entropy and turnover:  the basic elements that delivered  from the gods the materials of  life & existence oscillate, balance, hum upon  the landscape of an internecine war lacking neither debt nor reconciliation.  Where the god of vacant chance, Chaos observed that of Fire push, indeed, shove  their Brother/Sister Water from the stubborn and fragile Earth God/s of same proportion into the Uncanny Kingdom of  Fear and Want and Loyalty where some math unburdened by preference  should scatter them to the reaches of their ephemera.  One studied the trajectories and the habits of  each and each of they to the others and whosoever's eyes were primary to witness: the party of it exploring its composition, inspecting the  edges for symmetry, or at least conformity only to achieve discomfort, pain for its effort.  And that...

Bad Karma ~ We've spent our grace on indefensible excuses, the days an embarrassing catalogue filled to capacity with the  deliberate misunderstanding of our ego's crass pledge to endure.  the soul pivots to  mundane conformity, terrified by every invitation of solace, nor with insight nor made proud from association, only the puddles and piles of stereotypical faces, voices damp with lazy habits, hearts rehearsing the lies of some alternate past. disfigured tongues, tongues like snakes wandered and immigrated from a world collapsed in a virtually gentle evaporation. these days old clowns graft the suspicion of their dead lives over the ceremonial badges the shy and nobly disenchanted have affixed upon their tragic, soiled uniforms. See the eyes of the clown count the letters of his name, pray for meaning in their volume, no lesson of bitterness in a vault of bitterness, dreaded fate, obvious from the outset-- whose hand & education were provided little, equivalent, t...