Why ?
What’s the Point
There truly is no meaning. For any meaning given is created by A human. There for flawed and skewed to fit their twisted and illogical minds. Molded by the religions , the countries , the economic status , the abuse, the happiness , the pain , the numbness. Nothing more that chemical reactions stored into the heads of generations. Passed on and on and on and on . Until someone comes along and sees it . Plain as day sees it . the bullshit smokescreen of self doubt and self delusion blown aside exposing the truth. And everyone else knows it until the looking glass spins to them . The color drains from the face, the mouth goes dry, the head explodes . And the pieces are picked up and reassembled .
I admit sometimes its hard to find all the pieces .
The Coming Storm
It all started with silence . In complete and total silence, Though I sense the coming storm . The Chaos within ,colored with many different lights . Yet little emanated from the depths. Being held within the outside world ,hidden from the rear view. Who could have thought? who would have known ?
Nothing more than A man on an island . Though attached to the real world by a piece of string. Im held together by opposing and attracting forces . By water and band-Aids. Who could have thought , who could have seen it coming , not I , nor Edger Casey
Yet we call the day what it was worth
simply put nothing