Malady of the Ridiculed
Something tells me something’s terribly wrong. I look around, familiar place, nothing seems wrong. Just a group of people bleating vehemently over their past glory: lost and gone. How they chirp over trifle matters? Mortals! I can only manage to laugh that reeks with contempt, their contempt.
‘Look around you,’ I feel like saying, shouting, funneling words – agast and riddled – through their ears. They will not listen. I am sure of that. They will look at me with contempt and loathe my existence, their existence.
Petty minds. Petty lives.
Now they turn and look at me, look at me with hatred, maybe love too. Silence. Not a word was uttered. Glorious. They seem to fumble…seems they have lost their thoughts. I lost mine too, long time ago, and I have found it again.
But something is wrong. Not me. Not you. Maybe them. Something is wrong with them, they who rule the world, they who think they know everything, they who look at you and me and think you and I are just a ridiculous and a madman…
Let it be…
April 27, 2007 at 8:23 am
Well, they have visions. Glorious visions (perhaps always about their own benefit), but it fills them with the contempt (that you smell) for people who are less ambitious like you and myself.
Sad life, sad future. And all we can do is count the prayer beads. round and round and round, and hope our souls get saved at least!
BTW, I sent you a forward of an article, incase u begin to wonder who it is. And also, that i uploaded your song, but since you didn’t mention it, i was wondering if you missed it. it’s at the bottom of the article “Back to Black”. Sorry to have stacked it way down below…*grin*
April 27, 2007 at 6:07 pm
thanks for the comment as always…:)
uh-oh, the music file…i forgot…*bangs fist on the forehead* i am listening ‘right now’ the last time i tried to play, my connection gave up on me…