Peaceful Reading

Peaceful Reading I was writing. There was a beginning, a middle and an end. It was not happy or sad, but it was exciting, and interesting... at times. The pen hit the paper, the ink flowed, in streams... and a river of black. Yet there were red, in the words... and the sentences, that left readers concerned about today, forgetting yesterday, in favor of tomorrow. "Not enough detail, not enough courageous outrage, for the stages of New York. Not enough elements of evil, to fill the streets of Los Angels, as players for money, over time." Long lists of categories, that have been added. Changes to the dictionary, Webster was sold out. Slang, pain, no gain, only loss of integrity, and creative grace. The race for first place, a best-seller, not worth your soul, for the simple fame, you gain. Be ready instead, for the coming of all truth, and the removal of censorship, by those in power, as they will be forced... and the outcome, a loss of control.