What is the value of words be they whispers or screams? Governed is a state of being...a condition with conditions and missions that are not...ours. The shrug of a loose shoulder is flipped and should be snipped for lack of concern, but those who flip and sip see not the value of life and this is their flaw. The value of life is not the tangible substance that the flippant cling to. Therefore, see the superhero looking back at you from reflections that are not viewable in the looking glass. Do you see what I see? Where art such matters trivial?
What is life without tests and quizzes? Questions arise and answers are found only to make another loop in your soup of alpha... bets are that if you seek the source, you will find the force. Failure is a label that you lick and stick to skin thinking it is sin...that's a spin of your own making. Can the universe fail or sail an unmanned vessel to safe harbors? When taste is laced with bitters, the sweet of the feat that you wish to create will be at stake for the steak is tainted. Open your eyes to the surprise of light and realize SELF in greater proportions without need to expand your britches. Do you seek material gain which is a pain to which you are owned? The strong seek long into themselves finding truths and fallacies intertwined like climbing ivy which cannot be parted lest it be put down to ground is not safe nor sound. Defeat goes over defense before deface and with that knowledge, chuckle. Reiterated from time gone by: To thine own self be true. Deceit is at the head of the table waiting for your bottom to sit in it. Your feast lies before you. That is the twist.
Alone is only a belief which can be laid to waste via profound thought. A hole needs be whole for recognition lest it not be counted. Shall we count and find space in places where deceit at the table may not be presented to the guest? Profound thoughts may lie in skulls beaten bloody by one's own hand as the poison made its way through the ear canal and affected the brain. No time to drain. Train wreck! To this came havoc on the voices within. Warped and twisted metal bent out of shape and later used for scrap...indeed recycled. Phoenix, rise to meet the raven who clamors NEVERMORE...
Arachne~ 8/10/12
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