The devil was glorious when in focus, this chimney on society was the south paw to normality.
A man in uniform or a women in heels, they would all be drawn to this principality of the strange.
And now that an empty heart was the new capital city for the young, the hubbub of loneliness called to them all.
They would relinquish all ideas of individuality and at his word they would leap ‘Hang the king!’ They would cry. For tomorrow the bicycle tracks of our failed history will be faded and the super state family will rule like magnets over plastic ‘Hang the flag!’ Bait the hate filled masses, for rocket powered headlines and tales of lonely foreign legions will be the insurance of our new social order 23, 22, 21, 20... becomes the countdown and the price of razor blades begins to rise.
And now every citizen dreams of the chance to have his own mirror so he can reflect to the world that which he thinks they want to see as And now every blood line is soured against the onset of time.
A fiction blog. Me; showing off my writing basically. Read on ..... C. All work is my own and may not be copied or reposted without my knowledge or approval. Copyright 2012.
Wednesday, 28 November 2012
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Tuesday, 27 November 2012
Open thought 17
Opportunity of living on
Slow burring yet in style
But life is not living alone
Life is causing effect
Lets be crass
And gain great collections
Be at the heart of detonations
And the forefront of revelations
Stoke wildly the breath of ambition
And double the visions of our hope filled kind
Opportunity of being glory
Of knowing happiness is built internal
But hunger is not reward
Show of strength no gauge of will
Lets be brave
And step into the wonder
Dance gaily as the impromptu
Be enough to catch the fire
Opportunity of living on
Undoubtedly spins in reach
Bow to the will of the lady
She spins us in the constant
Shooting up high in the sky
The beauty of Fortuna
Madam play me
I'm starving for the game
Madam spin me
I'm to be played
Open thought 11
Flown on senders thought
abundant whimsy, call it loss!
Hurry forth the dragon of will
oh so cogent, bring the fire,
the mystic,
shatter the pallid glass of modernity
create a legend to swallow,
to drench, to gauge.
Away, swift, lend, be strong
dip on trees and cathedral through towns go gather your speed my hopeful infinity.