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Array ( [sid] => 156864 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Unspeakable Menagerie [time] => 2010-01-22 00:21:57 [hometext] => [bodytext] => This unspeakable menagerie.
This undefinable,
unreliable,
unpredictable mob,
Of miscreants, thieves, and liars.
How familiar and comforting is their presence.
Like family, I'm surrounded by their essence.
I am enveloped in it.
Protected by it.
Infected by it,
and misdirected by it.
Into this vicious cycle of guilt and self punishment.
This vicious circle without beginning or end.
Guide less and sightless I stumble along.
Surrounded by ignorance, greed, corruption and despair.
Everywhere I see righteousness, and hypocrisy.
Like a sickness infecting our society.
And to this sickness I am slowly becoming aware.
I notice it in the conversations I have,
and the company I keep.
I see it in the news and in the schools,
Infecting our kids.
I am aware of my own infection growing.
A sickness of the soul that takes what cannot be taken.
My honor, my pride, my self respect.
All victims of this self defeating cycle.
Which leaves you empty,
and capable only,
of acts which continue the undermining of you.
Even with full awareness,
and a clear understanding,
The ability to regress, and regain some of what you once were,
Becomes less and less.
Even more so when the realization hits of whats actually happening.
Thus, I become a part of this unspeakable menagerie.
an undeniable bearer of this gilded chaos.
This unproductive, all encompassing madness,
Which most of us overlook,
And only a few actually notice,
Because after all,
Ignorance is bliss.
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Unspeakable Menagerie

Contributed by dbl0jen on Friday, 22nd January 2010 @ 12:21:57 AM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse

This unspeakable menagerie.
This undefinable,
unreliable,
unpredictable mob,
Of miscreants, thieves, and liars.
How familiar and comforting is their presence.
Like family, I'm surrounded by their essence.
I am enveloped in it.
Protected by it.
Infected by it,
and misdirected by it.
Into this vicious cycle of guilt and self punishment.
This vicious circle without beginning or end.
Guide less and sightless I stumble along.
Surrounded by ignorance, greed, corruption and despair.
Everywhere I see righteousness, and hypocrisy.
Like a sickness infecting our society.
And to this sickness I am slowly becoming aware.
I notice it in the conversations I have,
and the company I keep.
I see it in the news and in the schools,
Infecting our kids.
I am aware of my own infection growing.
A sickness of the soul that takes what cannot be taken.
My honor, my pride, my self respect.
All victims of this self defeating cycle.
Which leaves you empty,
and capable only,
of acts which continue the undermining of you.
Even with full awareness,
and a clear understanding,
The ability to regress, and regain some of what you once were,
Becomes less and less.
Even more so when the realization hits of whats actually happening.
Thus, I become a part of this unspeakable menagerie.
an undeniable bearer of this gilded chaos.
This unproductive, all encompassing madness,
Which most of us overlook,
And only a few actually notice,
Because after all,
Ignorance is bliss.

Copyright © dbl0jen ... [ 2010-01-22 00:21:57]
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Re: Unspeakable Menagerie (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 3rd February 2010 @ 11:23:23 PM AEST
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I'm not being condescending by any means
but this passage was like some profoundly
powerful speech.
If you have ever watched Dr.Martin Luther King
Via television or heard his speeches recorded
they are so moving and sincere.
It grips the heart of you, fills you with resolve
that cloud over your head dissipates
any doubt that you are just as capable as anyone gone.(No matter who you are)
Words frustrate me cause I can't tell you how much you have
done for truth, for the good of humanity just by posting this passage.
And I know you truly have seen what you profess
because I have, and I know you are greatly
disenchanted by said observation, for I am as well.
The depth of your awareness is genuine.
The hardest part of this is our children
which they contaminate in the schools.
A truly diabolical scheme for we have to work.
Where else can our children go?
It brings A smile to my heart and a shiver through my soul
to see one by one we are starting to see
this monster we've created
and are speaking against it in truth
truly prolific passage

-D.Truth

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