A Word Salad

A synthetic canopy surrounds the hearts of many of the people close to me. Their perceptive fallacy astounds me, as they believe that they appear sublime in their intentions, but I see right through them. This tends to whirl me off of the rails. Where can I find peace whilst beset in these conditions? These phenomena affect those who are aware of what is happening much more than the people producing it. This is because there is never a reason for the season (the season of deception), there is no excuse for things of this nature. It isn't just for anyone to do this. The causation for the masquerade: greed.

Lucid nights will come to those

Whose sentiments are juxtapose

With besieging light, the night

Then carries off with crescendos.

The lamp that carries victory

Finds absolution and breathes free

In its freedom's plight, delight

Relinquishes her feckless foes.

Clear is the Sunrise that will bring

A unity of love whose ring

Is the Brakeman's mark, though stark

The path to Him may be.

God shed his tear upon the face

Of those who cannot see his grace

Through the lucid night, no plight

Does shone its eyes when Him they see.

The Sparrows find the air they trod

Is truly the life and breath of God

With receiving blows, ergo

We are but Love’s pure bawd.

I wrote that because I figured the name of the blog needed at least some sort of justification.

Feedback would be great, and don't mind the beginning of this post. I was just getting my thoughts flowing properly.

So I suppose this is my first blog ever.

-Ben Hosman