Mobe's days

The day's disdain shall never refrain from the pain that the rain will wash away. But tomorrows sorrow shall give cause to claim that today's was just yesterday's gain





This is a free thought process to which I intend to entertain and insiniuate debate and humor into what I consider a banal universe. I implore you to leave comment or critique and also to question my purposes if you so desire. It is my intent to invoke creative thought and even a new perspective, though I do not expect all to want the invasion of their minds for the duration of my soapbox. I will censor nothing, but cannot promise that it won't be at a higher desk. Enjoy!~mobe

Saturday, March 26, 2011

This Isn't a Tale

is there any coincidence that one would be called to arms when they are in retirement or at their final days? Why do the fates do this to people, to me? My needs have always outweighed my wants and they always make you an offer you just cannot pass up. A general gets one last theatre and I will have mine too I guess. And knowing how they love to kid and joke, I will do the groundwork and not be allowed to stick around for the big show, but I have gotten used to that fact and don't mind as I will leave my work in the capable hands of another who won't fail me.

There is a stir in the peoples here. Fighting and decimation has broke out as well as natural occurrences showing a change is coming and swiftly. Mind you, swiftly doesn't mean to me what it does to you, but I wouldn't be surprised to find the world plummeted into darkness through the end of this ordeal. It has been written as much and imprinted on the minds of those of us who are in the need of knowing. Everyone knows how I long to be rid of this place and to retire permanently, and everyone knows how life can reach up and slap you in the face and tell you to go to hell. I am ready and getting more ready for what they have in store and I suggest you all do the same. These wars in the east will find their way yet again to our shores and will force the meek and mild to make a stand. When the lights go out who will see for you in the darkness and guide you through? When the cold sets in and there is no food for fodder how will they all survive? They won't but the chosen and the gods don't give a damn who has a golden ticket for the train ride or not kiddies. They don't care if your suit is made of the finest silk and your shoes of the choicest hide. You all will need to take arms and decide how this world will move forward. It will be fundamentally a choice and agreement on all sides and there will be those chosen as ambassadors for change and a new order.

I know it gets old ringing the bell of doom. I know that's what most people think of it. I don't. I just feel I have  a more expansive breadth of knowledge and understanding of the things to come. For far too long people have shoved their faces in money and the sand in the hopes of looking for a better way of life all the while bringing down the quality of life for almost ninety percent of the rest of the world's peoples, more so for the critters too. Now it will come to an end. Not a total end or obliteration but an end to the way things have been run for some time. Equality can be gained. You'll see.~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.

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