- Chicago, Illinois
- Last Record: 2013-06-05 15:29:29 -0700
- Joined: Feb 20, 2011
When the explosion happens will you be ready?
We are simmering, waiting, watching, biding our good time, seething, putting on our fronts of kindness and submission, but beware.
Pressure cookers, stoves, ovens, flickers of flames, all seem harmless, innocuous when they first start out, but if you leave them alone slowly the heat rises, the pressure builds, flames catch, and all the sudden
But we don’t regret the mess. The mess is our labor of love, overflowing, covering this oh too dry earth. The chaos is our masterpiece. We are trembling at our prospects, at what the world will become when they are forever shaken by that unexpected
We have worked hard and long to turn our mole hills into mountains. But we are not mountains standing tall out of reach. We are
We stand deceptively calm, harmless, lulling passerbies into their constructed securities, stagnant, nonexistent. Until one day with a mighty
We burst our tops and cover the earth with our kind of hot, molten lava. This lava will burn off our old skins and bring us anew. A new dawn, a new age. We shed the pasts, we uncover our hidden selves.
For now, we smile, we wave, make lovely conversation, never giving ourselves away. But inside,
We are angry, full of passion, brimming with desire. We are monsters, creatures from dark places.
We are demons in human flesh.
Do not fear the one with the sinister look, they have nothing to hide. Fear the smile, you can never quite tell what one is thinking.
But we are not evil, agents of darkness, set out to destroy. No, we are here to create. We are the catalysts of creation. We may seem like forces to be reckoned with, though we are, but we are as much demons as we are angels. We are angels of mercy, angels of death only to give rebirth to life. To start new beginnings. We are muses, we are set out to inspire ourselves and all those around us in waking and dreaming hours.
There will be those who vilify us, make us the demons that we hide inside. But we are the ones with souls.
This is the Cold War they don’t know about. But slowly before all eyes there is something changing.
We are the Atom Bombs set to fire off infiltrating what everyone has ever known, shattering the illusions that keep us from discovering the truth.
We are out to prove that we know nothing. That learning makes us question the world, not answer to it.
EXPLODE! BANG! BOOM!
Will you hear it go off?
The time bomb ticks softly, but there is so much talk, and over one another it can’t be heard. We are learning how to listen. We must make the world listen.
But life right now, is not what it was. Mountains are not just mountains.
Life was never the way it appeared, but what appeared were only fragments of what we perceived.
We are not waiting for something to happen; we are not waiting for bombs to arrive.
We are the explosion we will set off and in this burst of lava, debris, dust and rubble will consist of the puzzle pieces for how we remake this world. We will we manifest our dreams and desires and form an energy of the highest creative matter that will glow like a fiery orb rivaling the sun.
This creativity will know no bounds, it will seep into the core of our souls and from our manifested minefield it will become something beyond what even we could not recognize.
We are not waiting for the world to combust and turn in on itself. In our combustion, in our explosion, in the fire created from one single match, we are the world’s fire that will tear away that adulterated layer. We are on a mission to purify this sullied planet.
And now we shall let it burn.