Alignments, Above and Below…

Aligning, within the military ranks.. using mothers, sisters, brothers, all battle ready be sworn… feed ones to many, manufacturers of currencies, pay their raises, medallions cost more.. symbols, emblems, pinned in places, first, places of destruction… then on the leftovers, casualties in your wars…

bring in the dark one now… from battles before… ashes restructuring, volcanoes never ended, as matters fact… now they’re taking, having not been given… pompeii erupts, steals once again.. Personages, barkers in rings of circuses now… bring in the clowns, to another show.. Deep moves in, predators now out of shadows, but only one head.. one for talking, and administrative states… while their gangs in costumes drive other vessels to other tents… wheels within wheels, spokes of another kind…

another alliance, legions forming a course… unveil prototypes of weapons, planes, drones, peoples and within walls… put them up, bomb the others down… this consciousness’ face, looks familiar… players, parties, dominoes starting to fall.. into order, not of knock-down.. the new could not change the course of the past… darkness, left in depth, preys upon all.. given some eyes, legs and hands now, they’ll be able to see.. beyond his yne esse’ (nsa)… mafia of militia starts uncoiling its compounds now… close the lips, sew them shut in cages, any defectors or defects your cries become.. deviants, police their outs…

can change really see.. what’s been left behind.. deals behind doors, with no light on, at-home.. all the bodies, suits dressed in innocence clothes.. fashioned by sacrificing lambs.. their house of a different slaughter.. large plans, for the littlest… won… beginning of battles, yet to come, inside and out… not enough to fill such Deep hunger… attack, amass, pullout, but not all of the way… keep hidden doors open, go back and take your scores… how many more years, these wars and rumors will your spread continue… til the deep is that way again… unknown to light… obscure, but devouring in plain sight…

align your planets, disrupt our stars… your movements, orbits seeking prey, always returning for more causally… get all under your wings… no flights, no more allowed.. broken and fallen, all of their wings.. held together by consuming.. unchecked now, unstopped.. but mass stays adrift, choosing sides of dark waves… as swells begin to break, unbeknownst get broken, floating dingys in oceans over their heads..

wondering if we all will come together now…. amid the circus and clowns.. have we seen enough, or just keep passing their popcorn around.. waiting for the next show, time of getting out of our own.. and into theirs… trainers of beasts, odd ones out, spectacles to pay an admission.. but whoms, and to what ends… and why do we keep paying.. for privileges, of sweat, struggle and blood… all the while, watching them play, with games we agreed….. taking down the tents, beasts escaped.. buildings now of performers, rather than in tents, above and below….

invited, a gentlemanly view of a word, to the reception… souled out these, project their tyl.. these ones make their own parties, delineates the previous… a dnafactory… of have and have nots, on Deeper scales.. mechanics of which, adjustable… your weights are not theirs… feathers against rocks, started as mud, many hands in the original mix.. tours.. of duty.. cemented columns now, institutional messengers with secrets.. now after all, to hoard the base of all intelligence, as they please.. blame every other gamer, munger enough to get by the mass.. while diggers plot next moves…

Knowing kinda heals, but doesn’t help.. beyond our control, fate mends a hand… forced out, into the warmth of the light… it was dark and cold down there, you like it and want to go back… attempting to bring all along… you’ll take some catches, above calmer waters now.. can’t hide in crevices, rocks, seas and air now, waiting to pounce… show your hands… administering your topspin, plantings of seedlings, grow to stifle the rest… more wheels fabricated to squares… edges now, they draft the angles… seeing all being fed about, same cookies from different jars.. containers of spewing anchors, tunnel visions… comfortable seats in life begets go-alongs and come-alongs… pushers, of modern day.. candies without foundations, no substance.. just the abuse… feelings, beliefs, views of the day, of an event, secure in towers, unaffected by souls lament…

get your plans together, they’ve always worked before.. but more know of you now.. even your competitors, enemies that haven’t seen, til now.. you make and break all in your way.. we’ll take your coming out as our break… sprung of shadows and darkness within your generations… back-room handlers, now handle mass… too big, your britches, clowns playing around… your consciousness, refuse, is why I’m trashing it now…

Spark leaves shadows to fester no longer.. no growths into your trains of thoughts… digging through the trash, yours never has a chance to settle.. not within, not again… seen before it hit the ground ing… easy to spot, when keeping all dirt out…. not in me, you have to leave… now, discerning what thoughts come and leave… no foreign substance, as yours, is Fed unto we… virus’ graft, enlarge.. dim wits… your poisons now discharged… conscious ness, deep ness exemplifies the quality… above and below… or within in your cases, carried around, locked in computer codes.. always the programmers, filling servers… no thanks, had our fill…

takers that give, suspect intelligence, of plans and schemes.. aligning with the shadows, hacked on lines of inner-net.. puppets of master pieces, create some moor.. what is preserved.. rotting fruit, stored unsealed in jars.. smelling up the works, turns up the nose and stomach.. up chuckles, swaying of the head, One can’t make this stuff up.. needs of assemblies, lines unionized.. pay the fee, or it will be deducted.. no need for this kind of protection, I’ve got assurance…

3 thoughts on “Alignments, Above and Below…

  1. I was gonna say it better let me comment, I’m entitled to my being compassionate towards others, and if i couldn’t let you know i came and went how would you ever know for sure? Much love my friend. Still feeling the same..!

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