the movers the shakers
the doers the bakers
the candle stick
and rocket ship makers
a race of captains
setting course
on circles of pyres
bereft of remorse
parsing madness with words
in reasons on reasons
giving life meaning
against inner treasons
founded on tissue thin
mental accumulations
biases and ticks
and vague assimilations
with subconscious shadows
over Palimpsest traces
we are convinced
we know our places
building the self
on struggling riffs
captains of the dual
navigating ships
occupying armies
assassins lens
horrible secrets
terrible rends
are we not in control
making choices
weighing and calibrating
hearing whos voices
thinking there our own
between good and bad
but outcomes are crazy
dragging mad
do we choose thoughts
from shrunken forms
from rotten gods
in darkest storms
or perhaps possessed
by invisible believers
pulp hearted creatures
pulling our leavers
that possess our soul
choose for you
what you think
and what you do
emanations from spheres
through our core to our brain
ephemeral forces
a patinaed, puce stained
skyway of cruelty
kamikazes dread goon
gods crossing each other
poxed ash moon
can we stop reflexing
with brazen compulsions
can we stop lying
with wrenched emotions
can we defy the elements
make someone care
transcend all that harms
and bring love to bare
can we shed
all we know
choose to move on
and choose to let go
are we trapped
in space and time
will we not struggle
Sisyphean blind
or are we mere avatars
in a game from x box
acting out our program
like a hunted down fox
we have five senses
to get through the day
with infinitely more
we could smooth out our way
brains like thumb stumps
form violence and hell
hooves of dragons
we buy and sell
what is a puppet
it moves as its pulled
by forces beyond it
is that why we are fooled
are we deluded
that we are the doer's
could we be puppet souls
of gods that are losers
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 7:27 AM UTC
the movers the shakers
the doers the bakers
the candle stick
and rocket ship makers
a race of captains
setting course
on circles of pyres
bereft of remorse
parsing madness with words
in reasons on reasons
giving life meaning
against inner treasons
founded on tissue thin
mental accumulations
biases and ticks
and vague assimilations
with subconscious shadows
over Palimpsest traces
we are convinced
we know our places
building the self
on struggling riffs
captains of the dual
navigating ships
occupying armies
assassins lens
horrible secrets
terrible rends
are we not in control
making choices
weighing and calibrating
hearing whos voices
thinking there our own
between good and bad
but outcomes are crazy
dragging mad
do we choose thoughts
from shrunken forms
from rotten gods
in darkest storms
or perhaps possessed
by invisible believers
pulp hearted creatures
pulling our leavers
that possess our soul
choose for you
what you think
and what you do
emanations from spheres
through our core to our brain
ephemeral forces
a patinaed, puce stained
skyway of cruelty
kamikazes dread goon
gods crossing each other
poxed ash moon
can we stop reflexing
with brazen compulsions
can we stop lying
with wrenched emotions
can we defy the elements
make someone care
transcend all that harms
and bring love to bare
can we shed
all we know
choose to move on
and choose to let go
are we trapped
in space and time
will we not struggle
Sisyphean blind
or are we mere avatars
in a game from x box
acting out our program
like a hunted down fox
we have five senses
to get through the day
with infinitely more
we could smooth out our way
brains like thumb stumps
form violence and hell
hooves of dragons
we buy and sell
what is a puppet
it moves as its pulled
by forces beyond it
is that why we are fooled
are we deluded
that we are the doer's
could we be puppet souls
of gods that are losers
