...null.

The sickness; it is indeed everywhere.
Curing it is not a seemingly possible option.

Can't kill a brother...

Individually, own selves persist as the infection, the dirt, the excess...

A parasite, it is a shame man is apex.
Barely letting anything grow or develop.
Losing control is no longer possible, nor permissible.

Try it, lose each other..



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..twas' the night.

Some time ago, one is sure it was.
The details seem unnecessary.

An outlined blur intensified with the foggy mist of rain.
The peak had been reached, by the very same that set the limit.

Unwise it seemed to make it a memory..or so one assumed.
Now the question remains rhetorical; What happened?
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..it has begun!

The mistake is thought that is could always be prevented.
This of course happens barely moments after the event deemed a false move takes place. 

Always.

 Misconceptions and misinterpretations following underestimations of inaccuracies guided by confusion.
Out-shined by the correcting factor of the one, the rigid image of establishing a solution wins.

 Carry on.
 
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..cashing.

It is no more different today, only the years differ in numbers, digits and timezones.

Everyone is free to roam...

One could say one is more limited today than ages ago...

Restricted by one's own worldly possessions.

Why let this happen?

Take, use what one really needs, then venture;
We can all live out of a bag, it is the only bank one needs.

..philosphy.

Some intriguing, mostly boring,
Some genius, mostly dull,
Some fun, many uplifting,
Some addictive, many a lull.

Few able, generally fragile,
Few strong, generally bold,
Few peaceful, mainly hostile,
Few honest, mainly untold.

Several whole, usually broken,
Several full, usually naked,
Several audible, on the whole misspoken,
Several differ, on the whole bigoted.

Any infinite, essentially limited,
Any wanted, essentially ignored,
Any required, widely removed,
Any loved, widely shoved.

..testing, testing, one, two!

Hit the right notes and oh the melodies one can create, beyond the senses.

Knowledge and contact, nails the method.

 Just as an instrument is a gateway to the sounds of the element..if one gives it a chance to learn the method, the instrument can talk back to one..inspiration ♬.

...eureka!

It keep people going.
Unfocused on the truth thus yielding better slaves.
If only the world knew, pointless...and how!

Yet here is man with all his genius; his habit & nature, always keen on moving ahead to the next than savouring the achievement of that moment, never knowing the meaning of when its enough.

Sad that we have to go on living like this..mind not this matter, beast devoured beauty; for matter it does not.

..action!

To each character, a different story.
To each chapter, a lesson learned or lost.

Try to simplify what's already simple and accessible, only to end up with one hell of a complex m.o.

Why?
Why not?

Man has to entertain himself.
Unfortunately, many use this as an excuse to participate in the most unnecessary.

What better way to kill each other off?

...expropriating.

There lay a stone upon the chair,
Quote unbeknownst how it got there,
Was really daunting to be fair,
Surprise & fear had filled the air.

Then the maker had made his move,
To strip the stone of all its groove,
One knows not what it had to prove,
Most likely not to be a stove.

It was taken out to the grounds,
Where it was athrown out of bounds,
Thus a game commenced for the hounds,
As they ran out losing few pounds.

It landed hard and broke itself,
For the land was harder than 'tself,
All the pieces flew out,
As the game had ended.


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..sinking.

Onwards with the right notes; everything flows perfectly, even on judgement day.
All along for the ride of a lifetime, until it ends abruptly just like it had started.

If the journey is more important than the destination itself, why limit one's paths?

As the smooth stone breaches the surface of the ocean, it chose its resting place after having skimmed eleven times.

Ten splashes marked the eleven places the stone could have stopped, but did not.

Even then its journey had not reached its end, for the stone sank many leagues down into the unknown abyss making its existence more or less unknown and virtually pointless.

One could say, the stone succeeded in reaching a higher number but failed at staying on its mark.

..catalyptic.

Brought up to believe this world is perfect, when it's not even close to good.

The illusion of being what is not seems to satisfy most by being oblivious to the problems & difficulties surrounding everything & everyone.

This is not right, cannot mend this alone.

..break.

Eye of the misshapen,
Eye of the mistaken,
All this within one's sight,
All this induces fright.

Hope not for change to come,
Hope just to play this drum,
Playing the tones adrift,
Playing what seems a gift.

Brush away the tainted,
Brush for the acquainted,
Embrace the ever-going now,
Embrace with your own vow.