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Monday, November 19, 2012

Our Children


I feel the shattered theft
the intensity,the intent,
of capturing the human mind and power

We all in some way zombie to that tune
its all around us
poison of fear
bashing ourselves over the head
we sit and are told what to think and feel
while our genius is given a chemical cocktail to sleep
without dreams

“Out, damn’d spot! out, I say!—One; two: why, then
’tis time to do’t.—Hell is murky.—Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier, and
afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our
pow’r to accompt?—Yet who would have thought the old man to
have had so much blood in him?” Macbeth
lifted from :http://whisperingearth.co.uk/2011/09/17/moon-of-friendship-and-of-syrups/