A Lesson in Blame

You can't blame,

     Me... For writing this way, so I don't expect forgiveness for the swelling social architect stigma vibes of intentional pragmatic isolated contingency of hate for this black truth shepherd of toothless words, just owl ever present inner eye look at the world as it passes away! A magnificent sandcastle earth falling into the sea of inhumanity's carpe greed diem treatment, a shelter of conscious light is on but the only one home to thrive is avarice, Empress of contempt for anything but profit.

     So, what then? If I should remain silent from the social written spoken word poetic commentary, then I consent to the malefic condescending praise of the queen of greed laying waste to our world, and I simply cannot stand idle as a comfortable sedated marionette statue of a former aspiration dream alive child of man-unequal-kind! For we are; this world is not in the hive mind too fragmented long set ways of acceptance, intolerance not only survives, but is parasite thriving on the indulgence of our silence. So I am not.

In earnest anticipation of,