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Lesley Jul 2016
You shouldnt write off just me
but everything-
the scraps of paper in the street
the grit & sand blowing in the wind
the dust cloud smudge on windshield
kitten prints
the dried husk of a squashed frog
the broken necklace on the ground
the toy forgotten until its found.
Nail in the coffin
shut closed buried and forgotten
no crack of light just a shoosh and thump of dirt
hollow booms in heart
burying in settling
deep inside cold descends
silence between the ears
between the years
silence the soft thump of still beating heart on auto thump
thump thump
no thought to live or breathe
no thought to live but there continues life
shut up inside
Write me off dont pull me out
leave me silent as stone freezing my bones
nail in the coffin
to rise or not time will tell to live or…
to be remembered or forgotten.
Lesley Jul 2016
No trees around,
But there are leaves in the gutter
A thousand eyes in every home
& in every eye there is a storm
A Panoptic Design
Prison planet
Web net
Spider eyes glow red
Multi-layered
Multi-players
Virtual seams rip apart every dream
Virtual screams on virtual screens
Blood & circuses
Hive mind & mob body
In every crack there is a hole
& in every hole there is an eye
In every eye there is a storm
Your streets, the sky-not blind
A thousand eyes
A thousand eyes for every home
Digital trap. Don’t fight back
We wake to dream
We fight the sleep
Is there something we are missing?
5- You are alive
4-Go thru the door
3-What is your reality, really?
2-Yes, I’m talking to you!
1- Look up

Don’t look behind.
We are being followed.
Do you follow?
Do you mind?
"Latin panem et circenses (bread and circuses) identifies the only remaining cares of a Roman populace which no longer cares for its historical birthright of political involvement. "~WIKI
Bread & Circuses is the distractions the government leaders give the populace to keep them subdued and placid. Food & entertainment. I thought these days it was appropriate to substitute 'bread' for 'blood.'

pan·op·ti·con- a circular prison with cells arranged around a central well, from which prisoners could at all times be observed.

I feel our everyday world is becoming this panopticon.
Lesley Jul 2016
I see you sinking in the gloom
Water eyes see you fade into deep blue
The gray ocean of my mind
I see you grow smaller & fade
But everytime pull you out again.
I think on your words,
"Whats the point?"
You bob & sway here and fro.
You once told me, In everything, there’s an ebb & flow.
Fade to black. Come back come back
But I think on your words. "Whats the point?"
There can be no touch. Our signals crossed
signals lost
You dip under murky waters.
I hesitate to reach.
The Silence was always loudest with you.
A cutting cold. My shriveled heart.
I believe your words. So whats the point?
We ignore the elephant in the room.
You dip again. Too soon too soon
Im so close to reaching you
Restrain restrain I think on your words again:
"Whats the point?"
Connection. The deep dark hole beginning to fill to feel.
The torn raw rough edges beginning to heal.
But I think on your words-"Whats the point?"
And I have no answer or promises to give.
I can only watch you drown
Why do I keep pulling you out.
I cannot save you. I have so little love to give
Even for me. . You see? You see.
And you sink completely & disappear from view
You sink I swim. Away , but back to & fro
You once told me in everything there is ebb & flow
Its like that special hell of wielding the boulder.
Why couldn't he just let go?
Our elephant ignored, our love left alone
Gathering dust turning to bone.

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