Good behavior – K.B

House always wins…Forgive my sins…. »Casino » State and benevolent God…For ever apart..

 

 
Good behavior

 

 
Did you know ?
About global
Sickness ?
About pharmaceutical
Lobbies ?

Ain’t no lobster
Dish.

Talking about
Dishes,

There are more
Drugs home
Than food.

Full cupboards.

Each has an
Illness.

I was just
Looking
For tuna,

I found
Sleeping pills,

And more…

Painkillers…

Anti depressors….

Charges are heavy.

Hey, Remember
Smith from Matrix ?

He put his hand
In me too
So I be like
Him again.

He succeeded,
I’m repelling
Slowly his
Infleunce :

« Modern times »

« Ready to think »

 » Uniform thought
Towards the brink »

Isn’t our planet dying
By the way ?

So weird…

Waves,
Frequencies,

Science ,
GOD.

And maybe,

The chosen one.

How will he look ?

He will surely
Have some powers.

End of story.

Another idea :

Well fare state

Social security
As an enslavement

To drugs

And to the state .
What a great dealer
It is,

Keeping his hand
On me.

And,

Why are we so
Dispersed?

Lights in nature ?

It makes a lost
Man out of me,

A lot of dead ends
But I ain’t dead yet.

Well, if you need to
Know….

Gather the flock.

The trap of individualism
Makes every cause selfish
And necessarily lost.

Who will challenge
The empire on his own?

Impossible.

This is where we are :

Light growing in
Each of us.

They can’t
Possibly
Understand
What it means.

But we are
Scattered.

We shine on
Our own.

It’s tiring
And heavy.

We were taught
Individualism.

I broke out.

Smith caught me.

I’m repelling.

You are as well.

But at one point,
There will be a flock.

Global.

Plus,
Alternatives
Are for the moment
Tough.

Doing good falls
Back even heavier.

Often at my expense,

I don’t know about you.

Therefore,

I’m telling
Myself
To stay
Safe.

That is a real
Enough
Cause
For me.

Consequences
Do exist.

The body too.

The soul
As well.

The psyche.

The brain.

It takes
A long time
To heal
Sometimes.

Long years
Of inactivity,

Losing
Constantly
The thread,

Dreading
The threats
And savouring
The occasional
Joys.

What a gift
To be happy
Sometimes.

But it’s not an
End in itself,

A mean for what’s
Beyond…

A respite….

……

« Purpose is but the slave of memory ; of violent birth and poor validity  »

W. SH.
……..
Therefore,

Pray to remember.

….

 

 

 

K.B

 

 
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