Self-Preservation

Invisible invader on the prowl

Possesing a power beyond dark

The world down is on its knees

No place to call home

Self-preservation is the key

Not at the cost of our Humanity.

Thousands aboard Charons ship

Kings and paupers alike

Awaiting judgement

Victims of an untimely end

Tears of despair enouhg to fill an ocean

Ones chosen to protect

Feast on our very souls

Sons, daughters and the ones we love

Lost to the pages of history

Diminished to statistics

Their cries falling on to deaf ears,

This night has been dark

But we’ve seen many before

It is time for resolution,

A call for change

To liberate

To bring forth a higher self

One that is in pursuit

Of the truth that lies within

Self preservation is the key

Not at the cost of our Humanity.

Our lives misguided

Conquered by greed

Hedonistic

Vile thoughts incarnate,

Must be laid to rest

In an eternal slumber.

A new dawn beckons

with a loving embrace

Whispering tales of our resilience

We must

Survive

Evolve

Welcome this dawn as one

Or be lost to the pages of time

Insignificant

In the grand scheme of it all.

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Greetings comrades of this Infected world,

The crabking is back with another thought, one that is shared with a heavy heart. The world has changed since the last post, masks are everywhere and suffering is widespread with a war looming over the horizon.

Millions have been displaced and many don’t know where the next meal is coming from. We all fear venturing out, sturggling to make a living or find happiness in our life. Our little planet is ravaged by fires turning the sky red, floods of biblical proportions, droughts that harden the land. If this wasn’t enough the ones put in place by us to guide & protect do nothing but fuel the fire of propaganda, senseless oppression with death being a regular topic in the news.

Seems like we’ve become numb to it all.

I Always knew that science fiction, no matter how bizzare & Fantastical, nature was always a few steps ahead in blowing our mind. It would show us something ‘unimaginable’.

When it comes to a dystopian future it would give us glimpses of a dystopian future far worse than we could imagine.

There’s no other way I wish to describe what I see in the world today, Its the beginning of a dystopian future that I wish never comes to fruition.

The most worrying thing is that we seem to be losing something that makes us who we are; our humanity. Polarizing ideals, misguided half-truths and blatant lies are luring us and guiding us down a hole that looks to be our end.

Self-preservation is the key comrades! But not at the cost of our humanity.

Be there for your family, your friends and those in need. Keep yourself safe, just ride this out one day at a time. The nightmare will end and we will survive, just make sure ‘we’ are something worth rejoicing when we do.

Let’s come together as one and be there for one another no matter the belief, cast, creed or social standing. Welcome the new dawn as one species, uplifting ourselves to be who we are destined be and more.

Until the next time when the clock strikes inspiration O’clock

(Image created using WOMBO Art, an AI art generator)

Lost and abandoned

(preferable to have the music playing while reading this post)

 

This house abandoned

Craving the warm embrace of light,

Tucked under a grey blanket of dust

Frozen in time

A song resonating within the walls, It will never leave

T’was once a happy place,

T’was once a place of hope

I am all alone

I have no living hope.

 

Roaming these halls forever

Eternity awaits

I always remember their faces

Forever I shall hold them

Forever they shall smile

This song is all I have,

It is my burden to bear

It is mine to hear forever,

My love will be with me in this brief moment of life

My pain will be my companion

My affairs will always be unfinished.

 

This rain will never end

My hell is this?

Eternal and painful

Slowly I move

In the eternal darkness,

Forever seeking the light

Forever looking for respite.

 

Words will never be spoken,

Looks will never be given

This ash will never be unsettled

My sins will never be forgiven.

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Welcome dear gentle souls of the internet,

I welcome you to this exhibition of my creation, this collection of words and thoughts for your enjoyment.

I felt inspired today (which I’m afraid has become a rare occurrence), so I chose to ride the creative stream. For some odd reason today, I landed on this corner of weirdness that is “dark ambient” on bandcamp, I picked a random artist based on the album cover and chose to give it a listen. Teeming with mild excitement I pressed play unsuspectingly, as unknown to me hiding behind that play button will be a piece of music so beautiful yet so haunting, it will light up the neurons in my brain like the fireworks on new years eve. It sent this shiver down my spine which I do enjoy tremendously, it brings a smile to my face like the Grinch’s on Christmas morning after no one has gotten their presents, hesitantly I put fingers to keys typing out one word at a time, unsure of my ability to come up with something remotely readable, I soldiered on and let this feeling guide my words.

The thought above is what I wrote down. What I pictured is below;

It is the story of a person standing in an old possibly burned down house, covered in grey ash, everything is very still, nothing is damaged yet the house is burnt. There is a gramophone sitting in the middle of the room on continuous loop, playing this same record over and over again, the person moves around the house but the house refuses to acknowledge his presence. He doesn’t leave any footprints, he doesn’t disturb the dust, the old rotten floor doesn’t creak under his weight, any attempt to shout and bang result in nothing. He is unable to leave as there are no doors, the windows seem to be always out of reach and the weather outside is permanently night with light rain never stops. His movement is very sluggish, I think because he has an eternity to roam through the house, this house might be his own because it raised some feelings and memories of people he had loved and this song probably that he loved.

The house I pictured was something out of the early 1900’s, with all wooden interiors and a color scheme to match, a portrait of a family hung on the wall behind the gramophone, the paint on the walls was chipping, and the furniture was extravagant and the house was quite big. Cliched I know, but the music kind of sets up this ambiance.

I thought this might be a good representation of hell, a cruel joke to live out forever in isolation with constant visuals of memories and feelings of unfinished business. To have no impact on your environment, to be insignificant and yet the sole recipient, this haunting thought of having to be forced to feel the love once felt forever, without tiring of it or ever attaining it. This carrot of respite being dangled with in front of you just out of reach and being unable to accept the feeling of your fate.

I’m not a morbid person, I’m not depressed, I just got inspired and let my heart take the reigns, I love having this ability to let my mind create weird things based on a piece of music or anything which I enjoy. It was a piece of music that was extremely beautiful and haunting at the same time, it sort of took to me to a different place as a different person feeling different things than me, the only difference is that this person is not alive. Don’t get me wrong I didn’t get a vision or anything, I was at work doing and insanely soul crushing, mundane task. I think boredom might be a major cause of these outbursts, but I have been wanting to write something for a while.

I would like to disclose that I’m not a person who believes in ghosts or hell for that matter, as I have made quite clear in my previous posts I have no interest in religion or the chimes that come with it, it was plainly creative juices flowing and a thought being created.

Please do support the artist if you liked the piece of music, you can listen / buy / download the album by clicking …. here.

Also let me know in the comments if having the music playing in the background affected the way you felt about this post, although just you visiting and reading this is good enough for me as well.

Hope you enjoyed this thought and the brilliant music.

Until the next time.

superninjacrabking bids you a fond farewell.