Terrestrial Journals Vii

Wearisomes travelers; who is blind and I Am not blind?! Passing through gildeds secular anathemas open markets With countless sonorous voices calling from their ravens, hoodoo booths Wishing to sell everyone these worldly visions amid obscures Perverted material trinkets; placing them in front of narrows sight!? Glittering these things; as unto a baby within its beloved crib.... Poisons to possess; unaware of the kings orders borne in piques Hateful beginnings while Rachel continues to weep; innocence deceived ~ Precious infants caught amid a kingdoms wrath, spite and pain; amissful Their sidebar moments wherein they only have themselves to blame yet Someone must pay for sombers resipiscence in this, corrosives mistakes.... Vexations troubling beast of conscious; crippled by its mutations?! ****************************************************************** ....“Terrestrial Journals” *