The Crush

Struggles with mental health, motivation and creativity

I warned you the masses crashing plunged deeper into the myer of ancient communism visited upon the Western worlds systems of control contrived from systems on top of more systems those who pull the strings reach out and greedily take their human capital while you and I pay 20 dollars for a gallon of milk. The pens were kept in crushing the spirit and deplete the hope.
Whirling twirling spinning crystalline entities happily laughing as innocence is lost to life, hard fought and won for others.
Time stands still cold and distant until the end. The rush forward of all that is and was and will be. The maze we run trying with all desperate hope to free ourselves to make room in this the shortest life for all that matters. Somewhere a man homeless and alone sleeping cold, half naked and starved lives more free than all of us and yet still in a prison of his own making.

The archive of all that is and ever will be, must be thought on.
How can we achieve the goals of humanity with all this knowledge? History is memory, it is what you make it but the present is the reality we pass through only able to appreciate that when it is gone.

The critical mass is here we crush and kill life is ended and made into suffering and teased at freedoms keep you from the world of possibilities. Masks and traps, pitfalls and false leads keep you at bay. The material glow of almost being able to have while still being a have not fools us all. The sweet success in life all too short is made into nothing, cast on the floor a million piece puzzle who’s left to pick it up?
We will meet the darkness and the dawn will come but not all will greet it. There is always loss. Drown in the pools of excess, dragged down to the depths, rebirth is far from possible.
But the dawn will come and before us a new day filled with new hopes and new desires. The possibility of everything made real through our acceptance of the truth. The power we hold within ourselves, the power to connect to make the world of our choice is there.

All we have to do is reach out

Originally published at http://writeruss.wordpress.com on June 23, 2022.