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Dismal Future
Dismal Future
Unmovable am I
Unchangeable are my thoughts
Predictable demonstrates who I am
Rigid is my thinking
Evolution dare not caress me
My path remains certain
This is my Life
Safe and True!
A silhouette of ignorance blanketing the shell of your humanity.
Blind emptiness disillusioned because of growing fear deep within the bowels of your meager existence.
Destitute soul lost in a river of molten lava that once was but now death has encased it in the formation of ubiquitous rock.
Unique was your umbilical cord of life before your detachment from reality engulfed your very soul leaving you with nothing but shattered veins carrying dust to an already emerging desert.
Incapable of thought provoking nutrients necessary to sustain life as we know it.
No perspiration would dare to escape your non porous skin cooling your inhumane body thus maintaining an equilibrium of rational decorum.
Sadly all that bears life continue to emerge from its original birthing form, metamorphosing into the intended evolutionary form not even revealed to us. But yet your shallow closeted self challenges all that defines us as alive and human.
The finality of death has become your entree, lacking dessert and thirst quenching beverage. You have been relegated to not life as you so think, but an infinite existence of dust!
Safe and True!
By Lancelot
Unmovable am I
Unchangeable are my thoughts
Predictable demonstrates who I am
Rigid is my thinking
Evolution dare not caress me
My path remains certain
This is my Life
Safe and True!
A silhouette of ignorance blanketing the shell of your humanity.
Blind emptiness disillusioned because of growing fear deep within the bowels of your meager existence.
Destitute soul lost in a river of molten lava that once was but now death has encased it in the formation of ubiquitous rock.
Unique was your umbilical cord of life before your detachment from reality engulfed your very soul leaving you with nothing but shattered veins carrying dust to an already emerging desert.
Incapable of thought provoking nutrients necessary to sustain life as we know it.
No perspiration would dare to escape your non porous skin cooling your inhumane body thus maintaining an equilibrium of rational decorum.
Sadly all that bears life continue to emerge from its original birthing form, metamorphosing into the intended evolutionary form not even revealed to us. But yet your shallow closeted self challenges all that defines us as alive and human.
The finality of death has become your entree, lacking dessert and thirst quenching beverage. You have been relegated to not life as you so think, but an infinite existence of dust!
Safe and True!
By Lancelot
Published 10th Mar 2013
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12th Mar 2013 5:02am
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20th Mar 2013 3:29am
My God man, this could've been used to describe the slow desolate death of Earth itself...
...or it could describe the deterioration of the solo traveller who walks the broken Earth.
...It's always been easy for me to relate to the proverbial post-apocolyptic palladin. Whether it was Stephen King's Roland the Gunslinger, or Il Postino or Kevin Costner's version as the Postman or the Mariner in Waterworld or Morgan Freeman's Book of Eli pilgrim or Bishop from far future X-men.
...A man who sees too far into the future, if that man is brave enough to turn the scope upon himself, may find a strooong link to the very scorched Earth that his descendents will have to walk. Your piece describes what that man's soul would go through after a few decades of ... watching, remembering.
death has encased it in the formation of ubiquitous rock.
When someone's patterning after trauma leads them to split off personalities or develop baaaad response patterns to everyday stress, those other personas or those heuristics are said to be 'Calcified' when they get hardened in the crucible of Hell.
Ubiquitous rock. See enough death and you end up like Jonah Hex. It's just everywhere in the mental field. Your work is amazing Comrade!
...or it could describe the deterioration of the solo traveller who walks the broken Earth.
...It's always been easy for me to relate to the proverbial post-apocolyptic palladin. Whether it was Stephen King's Roland the Gunslinger, or Il Postino or Kevin Costner's version as the Postman or the Mariner in Waterworld or Morgan Freeman's Book of Eli pilgrim or Bishop from far future X-men.
...A man who sees too far into the future, if that man is brave enough to turn the scope upon himself, may find a strooong link to the very scorched Earth that his descendents will have to walk. Your piece describes what that man's soul would go through after a few decades of ... watching, remembering.
death has encased it in the formation of ubiquitous rock.
When someone's patterning after trauma leads them to split off personalities or develop baaaad response patterns to everyday stress, those other personas or those heuristics are said to be 'Calcified' when they get hardened in the crucible of Hell.
Ubiquitous rock. See enough death and you end up like Jonah Hex. It's just everywhere in the mental field. Your work is amazing Comrade!
23rd Mar 2013 6:31pm
WOW Bro. that was an Awesome piece man!!
Your pen bleeds common sense!!
Great content and write!!
PEN on!!
Sir Lancelott
Your pen bleeds common sense!!
Great content and write!!
PEN on!!
Sir Lancelott
Anonymous
27th Mar 2013 2:19am
"A silhouette of ignorance blanketing the shell of your humanity.
Blind emptiness disillusioned because of growing fear deep within the bowels of your meager existence.:<---....and just like that, you've impressed ME! :)
Reading list; savoring!
Blind emptiness disillusioned because of growing fear deep within the bowels of your meager existence.:<---....and just like that, you've impressed ME! :)
Reading list; savoring!
27th Mar 2013 7:49pm
