Dark chains - bind us all,
tied to another, look at the wall
drawing & symbol' on this wall seem true,
Is no reality for me - nor for you
Said Chain cannot be broken
Nor can it's locks be ever open,
For this cave - Love is of no avail,
One speaks of truth - to be justly impaled?
"For one can only speak of blunder
cries of pain turned rain from thunder
a path or spell, trapped in or under
primed a task to a dictated hunter
to curse, to maim, to harm one other;
If one should speak of love or compassion
Not wealth nor example but positive action
If One speaks of truth, or of which; but a fraction,
It will be viewed as a wrong, as an abstraction."
For the crowd boasts one happy hell,
for the fallen, as it is - there is nothing new to tell
All is squalid, unheard of pretend - my friend
garbage cans to propaganded pineal glands
wedding bands to the holy soldier with no hands,
or to walk alter aisles with knees lost and dammed,
some horses better left unsaddled -
condemned to capers of deserts untraveled
A frozen thistle - thought to be in re-bloom
a hidden aged wonder in my evil dark room
