Barren Land: A Lamenting Stream of Consciousness
By: Tungz
Barren; Love finds its absence in a land of matter, ironically, destitute of things that matter.
It is here where Evil ascends to the throne; lips chaffed from the heat of lies; knuckles whiten as a clenched right hand conceals Life, extended left hand reaches low offering Death. Gritty, hate under its nails impaled through flesh, fearing the duty of Wisdom; Salvation its’ reap.
Succumbing to false Gods we honor their image and call them “Leaders” as their deceptive tongues mold their cheeks - evil spirits molding flesh - finely draped in tailored suits, tasseled shoes, pinned lapels, and ulterior motives.
The President: The Head of State and the Mind of the Body politic.
Change.
A change of mind means little without a change of heart.
Who’s at the heart?
Wide-eyed, we accustom to the Dark and call it Light.
Unable to discern the bars we call it Freedom.
We deny what’s Wright and call it Wrong.
The Book of Jeremiah still weeps; still laments. The Kingdom of Judah still falls…….still, they don’t listen.
Still.
Even in its reflection its back is turned; denying its own face.
Scales tilt on the balance of “Perception versus Principle”. Principle remains high; the feather to the heavy heart.
Truth finds the middle.
We bow our heads not from prayer - but in shame - in order to bear the weight of invisible chains, adding charms to flatter our enslavement and embellish our stupidity. Diamonds anyone?
We’ve found that we’re lost.
We’ve learned that we’re ignorant.
We’ve grown up to be children.
Entertained by the barbarianism of ultimate fighting we feast heartedly in hell’s kitchen; burnt tongues numb to the flavor of Love as Ignorance becomes the American idol. In the moments of truth we remain lost.
Worshipping money, our conscience remains burdened by God; thus, we sell salvation and pawn righteousness. Pimps and Preachers both don crucifixes. The difference is in the whore’s tithe; both on their knees desiring to stand on their feet.
Heaven reserved for those who can afford it.
Hell is guaranteed.
The heavens recede.
The sun dips.
The moon dims.
And Gaea stirs, restless; begging for mercy as her ravaged garments and plundered womb drips blackness; raped.
Jewels sold; made the eternal concubine.
Eve further subjugated; bound and gagged.
We hunt for fun while others hunt for food, gluttonous, feverishly indulging in hotdog-eating contests while Ethiopian bellies wantonly swell.
Two swollen bellies; both remain empty.
Diana shamed.
Nuclear waste smolders in dark places - bodies and earthly bowels - undeserving.
O’ such levels of ignorance to succeed at wasting waste as we look down upon the starving beggar who makes use of it.
Our audacity calls us “civilized” and our arrogance calls us “intelligent”, but even roaches don’t kill their own.
Irony is seldom without realization as pride is seldom without pity.
God bless America……but damn the rest of the world!
Pride is seldom without pity.
Thus, the Towers fall; following the inverted Devil.
Technology shrinks the world.
We endeavor to know more so that we can do less.
We venture to have more only to possess less.
We strive to communicate more only to say less.
And thus, the world shrinks.
This “Land of Opportunity” is so because of its vices as opposed to its virtues.
White hating black, and black hating white, is proof that there is a deficiency in grey matters.
This is your brain without love.
But soon – and unexpectedly – thorned crowns sprout roses, transforming the “hated” into “heros”. The meek inherits the earth and the brutal inherits its debts. The karmic pendulum swings in search of rest.
The sun sets; the moon wanes.
The heavens cry; the earth bleeds.
Our fruit bears no seeds, and from such trees we continue to feast.
Empty stomachs breed empty minds. Barren Lands our wells run dry. Heed the water-bearer who comes to quench thirsts. The land in the water.
Definitions are limitations; therefore, for the wise, Creation remains nameless.
Things controlled to the degree that they are defined. To free yourself - define yourself.
Be formless, but form yourself. The Water.
Be undefinable, but define yourself. The Air.
Be invisible, but visible through your actions. The Wind.
Be unknowable, but know yourself. The Mind.
Be David to Goliath.
Be who you wish you were and who your greatest admirer believes you to be.
Be more.
Barren; Love finds its absence in a land of matter, ironically, destitute of things that matter.
It is here where Evil ascends to the throne; lips chaffed from the heat of lies; knuckles whiten as a clenched right hand conceals Life, extended left hand reaches low offering Death. Gritty, hate under its nails impaled through flesh, fearing the duty of Wisdom; Salvation its’ reap.
Succumbing to false Gods we honor their image and call them “Leaders” as their deceptive tongues mold their cheeks - evil spirits molding flesh - finely draped in tailored suits, tasseled shoes, pinned lapels, and ulterior motives.
The President: The Head of State and the Mind of the Body politic.
Change.
A change of mind means little without a change of heart.
Who’s at the heart?
Wide-eyed, we accustom to the Dark and call it Light.
Unable to discern the bars we call it Freedom.
We deny what’s Wright and call it Wrong.
The Book of Jeremiah still weeps; still laments. The Kingdom of Judah still falls…….still, they don’t listen.
Still.
Even in its reflection its back is turned; denying its own face.
Scales tilt on the balance of “Perception versus Principle”. Principle remains high; the feather to the heavy heart.
Truth finds the middle.
We bow our heads not from prayer - but in shame - in order to bear the weight of invisible chains, adding charms to flatter our enslavement and embellish our stupidity. Diamonds anyone?
We’ve found that we’re lost.
We’ve learned that we’re ignorant.
We’ve grown up to be children.
Entertained by the barbarianism of ultimate fighting we feast heartedly in hell’s kitchen; burnt tongues numb to the flavor of Love as Ignorance becomes the American idol. In the moments of truth we remain lost.
Worshipping money, our conscience remains burdened by God; thus, we sell salvation and pawn righteousness. Pimps and Preachers both don crucifixes. The difference is in the whore’s tithe; both on their knees desiring to stand on their feet.
Heaven reserved for those who can afford it.
Hell is guaranteed.
The heavens recede.
The sun dips.
The moon dims.
And Gaea stirs, restless; begging for mercy as her ravaged garments and plundered womb drips blackness; raped.
Jewels sold; made the eternal concubine.
Eve further subjugated; bound and gagged.
We hunt for fun while others hunt for food, gluttonous, feverishly indulging in hotdog-eating contests while Ethiopian bellies wantonly swell.
Two swollen bellies; both remain empty.
Diana shamed.
Nuclear waste smolders in dark places - bodies and earthly bowels - undeserving.
O’ such levels of ignorance to succeed at wasting waste as we look down upon the starving beggar who makes use of it.
Our audacity calls us “civilized” and our arrogance calls us “intelligent”, but even roaches don’t kill their own.
Irony is seldom without realization as pride is seldom without pity.
God bless America……but damn the rest of the world!
Pride is seldom without pity.
Thus, the Towers fall; following the inverted Devil.
Technology shrinks the world.
We endeavor to know more so that we can do less.
We venture to have more only to possess less.
We strive to communicate more only to say less.
And thus, the world shrinks.
This “Land of Opportunity” is so because of its vices as opposed to its virtues.
White hating black, and black hating white, is proof that there is a deficiency in grey matters.
This is your brain without love.
But soon – and unexpectedly – thorned crowns sprout roses, transforming the “hated” into “heros”. The meek inherits the earth and the brutal inherits its debts. The karmic pendulum swings in search of rest.
The sun sets; the moon wanes.
The heavens cry; the earth bleeds.
Our fruit bears no seeds, and from such trees we continue to feast.
Empty stomachs breed empty minds. Barren Lands our wells run dry. Heed the water-bearer who comes to quench thirsts. The land in the water.
Definitions are limitations; therefore, for the wise, Creation remains nameless.
Things controlled to the degree that they are defined. To free yourself - define yourself.
Be formless, but form yourself. The Water.
Be undefinable, but define yourself. The Air.
Be invisible, but visible through your actions. The Wind.
Be unknowable, but know yourself. The Mind.
Be David to Goliath.
Be who you wish you were and who your greatest admirer believes you to be.
Be more.
Be.
