Flailing Ourselves with Fresh Cut Puppet Strings
Politics & policies, the patently perverse
Don’t give in to what you see
The illusion is complete
Talk about & walk about
The action in a word
What you do & what you speak
Is seldom what is heard
The herald of the heretic
Announces thoughts unseen
Repression of obsession
A directive so obscene
Caught inside the thoughts I hide
Prejudice against intolerance
Eagle spread to naked comfort
Blinded trees, won’t you help them please
Corner railed with stray ideas
Trying hard to keep their cool
Rapid fire staccato
Flaccid feel of smouldering hate
Bright sight vibrating night
Suckling goo of passion spent
Aftertaste of shame
Cold meandering indifference
Solid wall and chainy thorns
Guardians spread wings
and sharpen horns
Held in tight and moulded to the norm
Leaving the product
Unprepared for the storm
Time ticks with the ever present
To where the presents sent
Riding the wave of the ocean of time
The moment dies as it crashes to the shore
The connections that are made are the threads of the tapestry that cover our senses
Now I lay my bones to sleep
Hope my soul to ever keep
Within the bounds of conscious sight
Beyond the jaws of void’s sweet bite
My doors are now windows all shiny and clean, I can see clearly what once was unseen
