Sinew Erudition

Ideological Pedagogy By: Vincent Fitch Collective ideologues too easily coerced Obeying the pedagogues pretending to be sapient For the greater good burning down the innocent Moralistic pedagogy of the collectives' tantrum Bitter minds oppressed by their lack of decorum In the sea of prosperous societal interdependency Collective ideologues bend to the will of codependency No moral high ground represents corporeal benevolency Social norms corrupt the freewill of Individuals' amity Division amongst the citizens that once stood by your side Stuck with the events of the collective ideological divide When it is seen as a means of virulence Ideological agendas destroy benevolence Pseudo equanimity expressed by the ostentatiousness Their goal of citizenship under the plutocrats' oppression Fallacious rhetoric praised by the collectives' moralistic position For the collective is not above another Yet the individuals are the ones that...

Lost In The Dark By Vincent Fitch Part 4 : The Nescient Mist     The landscape is consumed by a humid mist. The mist is thick and the humidity makes it feel as if you are sweating; though you are not. The water vapor began to make your skin feel sticky and hot. The mist feels as if you are in a sauna. It is relaxing and soothing. You feel comfortable with being in the steam's mist. You walk around the environment unable to see inches in front of your face. It doesn't bother you; in fact nothing seems to be able to make you feel upset or have any form of emotions. You are feeling tranquility and insouciance. No worries, no fears, no taunting voices, no mysterious advisors harassing. Just you, all alone, blinded by the mist, and the soothing steam’s humidity. You walk around with your head held high and strutting like you know where you are going, but in truth, you have no idea what lies ahead of your own face. Your eyes can't see past a few inches from you. You...

Lost In The Dark By Vincent Fitch Part 3 : The Dark Acres    The world began to shake a little bit. You watch as a small crack appears on the landscape above you. It was just a very tiny crack and nothing else. The desert landscape disappears and a meadow in the middle of a massive rainforest treeline appears in its place. The meadow's tall grass and the forest surrounds you. You have a deep uneasy feeling about the new environment, the feeling you were having of the rainforest was very ominous. You feel a magnetic force pull you into the forest. The forest is crawling with taunting whispers and a sense of dreadful memories of your accomplishments from which you have either given up on, failed at, or felt unworthy of attempting due to self doubts. The sound of the taunting whispers and overwhelming thoughts cause the clouds above to form and the forest begins to rain heavily. Fear of remembering your own life is beginning to become more traumatizing and a wei...