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A myth

By James Venechanos Published 9 months ago Updated 9 months ago 5 min read
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Long ago, from this day, a myth was created. We were made, in a garden,and from an apple we were jaded. Live this life, told a lie, and if we were not good we would falter. To a hell, that was made, up only but a mere 2000 of lifetimes ago. As of now, we do watch, all that what’s said and told. Do believe, don’t believe, it’s only your soul. But in the end, what does matter, is the brand you wore bold. Do work out, don’t work out, you are fat or belemic. Either way , here is something , quick to cure what ails you. For a mere monthly proposal, can’t pay then forget it, for your net worth is who you are, it won’t matter nothing does. A credit score that’s rigged, as the credit system it loves. Kill the animal, eat your veggies, though our land is becoming quick to unable the nourishment involved. Buy more things, own ten watches, but may they be delivered in oversized poison. Here, eat this meat from a lab, though it grows on its own, as it may just do, that inside your body. Good for us, That just means, more money for nothing. Curing us or our health, has no real validity in green groveling. Look at here, no over there, I see your life trailing plastic. What’s that you hear, hate your neighbor, because they don’t agree with your interpersonal reqeium and tactic. Let’s seperate with full ambition, it works, that’s fantastic. In a world where we take facts , from a random radio transmission. Wait wait, take that Channel down, it says we lie so don’t you listen. Take this drug, not that drug, which one will will even make you not spastic. Work all day, give us your money, your in poverty , what’s fun. To paraede with what we got from your stolen hard income. It’s what we say, not what we do, don’t you get it , your life’s been sold for. Run away, the world is damaged, because the its the past, not us. they just didn’t care enough. Hark bark now listen, buy more electricity, so that we can smile and gloat in new tradition, when it fails ,find a jail, to put all those who say we told you so. Now Waking up, all you feel, is how much life is so confused and hypocritical. Let’s blow it up and fly away to a whole nother planet. Sit down, don’t say your mind, you might very well be symptomatic. Please don’t jump, please do jump just make it exciting to feed the frenzy of the masses. Internet with friends you may have ,or ever knew, whats it matter it’s likes that make you. Quick , make a comment , let them know , how much you hate them. You know that’s you really maybe so, or are you just a sleeper programed in wait , to grow up into a troll. The World is numb, what to feel, if not in a feed again it’s just pathetic. Buy more things, here you have it , an easy way, with digital money. Just like your friends to have become, nothing but a long number you can’t remember. If you look, at it hard enough, conspiratorially it can all be just added up. Once you look , be suprised , but in actuality not really, it’s the old triple 6 story. Where one day, there was a myth, that man had come from a garden. Then to be care less and ousted , a woman to blame you make 1/2 a pop. not accountable to action. You know the story, or have they deleted it, for there are no God we can speak of. The ol snake in a can theory , a big bang or a children’s game , just watch the T.v. you are too much thinking. Your mind stirs wild, and you feel your falling fast, the world may or may not be collapsing. Then you realize, there’s a voice, that has been there all your life calling. You hear it ringing Pick it up, operator, please who’s that which calls me. Long distance it’s stats , “long distance you ask,” and with yes replied, much farther than you think.

Hello my love, yes you were made and yes we do so love you. In love I made you and so love is who you are, Dear Don’t fall astray to far. The earth it fears us, it doesn’t want to be aware of you, you are not of that world, you only belong to us. To remember , just look inward, and know that all you have is what you must. Live, love, laugh and learn it’s just our own adventure story afterall . Don’t let them steal that. Smile for yourself and and for who you are your life your much more precious than such myth protest.

Life is a journey, once done you will return, untill the stars above are full and have digest. The energy my darling it’s love that grows it, the Universe, yes, the dreams to release you. I suggest, Forget about such myths an axis of evil to veil the true purpose. The earth is certainly at the center of it, and there’s only

A heaven above it. Though it may, the earth do protest, ignore it, get some rest, try to remember this when you wake darling !!

Your not a Myth at all my little morning glory.

James Venechanos

Aka Jaymasterskills.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

James Venechanos

Native to the Bay Area, James(Jay)Venechanos, AKA Jaymasterskills has many a talents. He is an inventor, a musician, an artist, a writer, a carpenter, and a bartender.

Check out his book https://store.bookbaby.com/book/tlboh

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  • James Venechanos (Author)9 months ago

    Art work and story made by my own mind. A poetic truth of this time. Be thine own self be true, change your thinking, change your world. With love Jaymasterskills a.k.a Mr Mallace.

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