For what it's worth

Science of humanity, clouding clarity, with fogs of unreality, masking factuality, and causing casualties of fakeness. I know I can't fake this. Lend me your ear, as I plant whispers of ideas, near your soul, next to what's been known for years, and fears yet to be foretold. Allow me to comment on information, handed down like antique gold, precious metal, WHAT IN TARNATION!?! Have we fallen prey, to a nation misplacing, values and truth, grasping meaningless fruit, on the course to have most, like some lifelevel game show? Say no. In days of dirt and wagons covered, souls were respected, beings coveted, with hands and heart, our rawest materials, creating life and love, naieve to monetery minimals. Lands were traveled different by day, now, lucky, if our scenery changes unchanged, caught in a maze, created by self, confused of the ways, to come down from the shelf. No help. No blame to yourself, for culture conditions, without speaking itself. For some it's apparent, ducking and weaving, others fall quicker, accepting the reasons. For some these words, are gibberish garbled, provoking the comments, of pen and pad marbled. But those who know, will understand greatly, seeing, knowing, accepting, relating, this ink that has flowed, with strategical placeness. But which are the handful, and which are the masses? Some will admit, while others take chances, forever, who's real, shall shine through times glasses.                       -clarity Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 10:28 AM PST   0 • 9