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Mark Wanless Nov 2017
My name is Kepec
I see
I see the mountains and the trees
     as a Holy Place created by the Great Father
     put here for  me to live in and enjoy
Ever since I was a young boy I have felt
     as one with the land and sky and rivers
     but I see  people as dreams
They listen and do whatever I say
     they know I would never lie to them
Why should I lie to a dream?
I tell them when to plant seeds
     when the rains will come
     where to find fruits
     and when to pick them
     and when to sacrifice
     a hundred slaves
I see dreams killing dreams
They clean and cook the bodies
     and they eat
I eat only the fruits and grains
What use would it be
     to eat a dream?
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Just Us"

We all know what Adolph knew
We just don't admit it
The killer      or be killed
          some choice
The ink in society's bathtub
          dying every body the same
          blood color
Frightened souls with hearts gleaning acceptance
         in movement
         the beasts of id gnawing mind flesh
         stabbing the self to pieces of the other
         for a nod or a look of approval
         or sense of safety in
         they won't hurt me if i behave like them
         wishful thinking
No one to blame no criminal
         just us
daah
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
You whisper in my head all the time sweet nothings
       i succumb to
I've tried killing you voice with viscous hatreds
       psychic self mutilation
For freedom i've crushed beat my thoughts against your walls
       ****** delirious
I melt cry laugh at the truth i just must learn to stop
       birthing you
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
never been there is what i tell others
don't ever want to go back, i tell myself
the place a sandy war, touched with red
always a sense of self vanishing    bang
i know how to shoot a long long way
so do they, knowledge can be frightening
standing fighting trying not to win the bad
lottery, i drank and cursed and shook in fear
for 18 months, justifying that time in my mind
now, i just try not to hurt anybody
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
Cold walking
With a socially unacceptable
Frame of mind
In the view of my own judgement

Judas!
Back stabber!
How could you betray your beloved
Your alpha and omega!

Its but your nature i suppose
Fear of pain and anguish
Breeds reflexive conformity
Breeds reflexive rebellion

To touch the heart is beyond such
Formations of id that sustain
A person of forever after
Which inspires nectar only

Change is surrender of safety
And comfort and acceptance for some
Oblivion for others        i
Can not demand this any more
others have a right to be other
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Journeys End"


No beginning to the circle
       just round and round
Traveling the here and now

Arising again and again
       because of this that
Physics of the mandatory

Pr-conscious *******'s
       poke the personality
We are what they say we are

Ego awareness the shaped
       straitjacket i am
A sentient being aggregate

Impossible to escape almost
       transcendence is freedom
Arrival at journeys end.
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
Rome was not built in a day
Romulus and Remus measured the base
With blood sweat and anger
******* the **** of wolvine
Manifests the fate of men
Craving now as progeny
We wonder why we hunger
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