The Sons of Nimrod and Daughters of Babel
Writing is addicting- The same names these individuals have been ignoring. People-watchers cannot focus on just surviving. Do something, start living! Up, as we were setting. Thinking of contemporaries or visionaries: misunderstood, these people judged e e cummings
Indeed paving narrow roads, walking on waters, and creating ways that have not been taken before; we are not expecting. This notable thing is conceived; we will not regard your approvals since you aren’t believing nor seeing. Love is evoked through words and verses, closed-minded souls are not prone to believing. What are credentials when stanzas are truly revealing? The real is no longer, fragmentation is no more, and still you are watching.
This is a set up, we are sitting – Hate is abhorred since the same people are still watching. Seeing isn’t always believing. Masters of innovations, the rest are confounded, and we kept on writing.
People watching- an abstract art that remains as this Tower was making its way to Heavens, you ought to be contemplating. Take a bite of this Fruit of good and evil, it is similar to breathing. It equates everything and the thoughts that have been stitching.
Open minds, there are galaxies to explore; with clouds are names that have been written into these skies, the same names these people-watchers have been ignoring. This is the explosion that sparked it all: we are starting to relocate these members by dismantling them; the real ones will no longer be faking. Love is addicting.
© Christian D. Koumtog.