"treasons" poems
its tha return of tha gangsta thanks to ya
too many blacks out here livin' they life in fear
families seeing tears problems tier
blurry visions make it hard to see clear my dear
cant get through the atmosphere
feel me it's the return of the gangsta I'd like to thank ya
Malcolm for giving me the principles and reaching a few people's
opening minds to grinds and you'll find
me chilling on the corner puffing marijuana yep I'm a gonna
in society outlaw outcast put my thoughts on blast
techs is humming cuz I smell war coming armies drumming
po folks crying innocent victims dying
for no apparent reasons caught in daily treasons which gives me a reasons to put an end to Americas sin but too many folks stuck in
a fantAsy called reality in actuality
they plotting our burials G
troops overseas findings empty caves so the government can make saves war profiteers racketeering gangsters hustlers
exposing lies don't be a busta like a Douglass no diamonds in my cutlass couldn't move so I had cut less people out of my circle I'm nerdy as urkel yea my intellect carefully selects
what's real from reality I envision myself as well as my enemies in a fatality so battling me I was made for war built off the backs of my ancestors sore yea white house was built by the slaves for white supremacy kind of irony they sayin' my folks was lazy?
worked up from Sun up to Sun down
I can't believe my folks walking with they heads towards the grounds
how bout we get mad and let off gun sounds pound for pound
you know they can't hang with us
that's why they had to make laws against us
scared of rise and corruptions ain't a surprise through the eyes
of real people who realize pain ain't a substitution for happiness bliss
I guess I was sunkissed
by wisdom mouth open hail Mary entered me and told me
we all family eyes lit no **** no fit nothing
but a glowing brain exemption of fame down goes my name
in the book of life made wisdom my wife
she took my arm she's my charm
as I glance at the souls gunned down on plantations farms gangsta....
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
There are railroad tracks
That run through my town
And at night when I finally receive
The silence I wished for during the day
I can hear the faint whistle
And hum against my bedroom windows
I hear the whistle now.
All my life I have heard the trains
And I find beauty in the fact that even when I'm not listening, they are there
The trains carrying coal, chemicals, lumber, and the better parts of my childhood
As a child I loved the idea of the caboose
Allowing any stretch of rail
Any length of land
To be your home
Your bed
And it was probably through this my wanderer spirit grew.
All my life these trains meant something
Escape
But not without possibility of return
I romanticized the long web of rails connecting all the land and Souls in the American night
I have always loved such pieces of antiquity
So in the latter years of my childhood in high school it's no suprise the love I had for Steinbeck, Sandburg, and Woody Guthrie
I would lament to friends that the trains became too fast to hop, but I never tried
I always sat back and watched
Or listened on quiet nights
Now my childhood has passed
I am nearly 20 but wrapped in my head is the idea that the young boy who had train posters and pictures covering his walls was nothing but a stranger or a character in just another awful coming of age rerun
But deep down that child turned to Ginsberg who wrote of boxcars boxcars boxcars
And Kerouac who followed the long stretches of road to the western edge of America
And it was through Kerouac I found
Thomas Wolfe
I feel I have Thomas Wolfe in my bones
Thomas Wolfe who left home rejoicing train rides to the North
Then realized he couldn't go home again
Thomas Wolfe who never wrote a bad train scene
Not all of Wolfe is in me
Not the 1900s Southern prejudice
Or the raving accusing of friends of great treasons, only to have to apologize the morning after
But I can feel his need
To write all I can
To never take away
To add add
To never reduce because who tells Van Gogh "yes yer paintings alright but I need you to reduce the amount of stars by 30 and I expect it on my desk Monday"
I won't take anything away from myself
Only add
So at nights
When I hear the train whistle
And soft rattling on my window
Thomas Wolfe is with me
And he loves the sound too
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
~~ ☠ ~~
A ship sails empty of reason,
captains fear the treasons.
Silent and smooth is how it'll fall
the cabin-boy shall take the bar.
Blood can be found on every street,
both death and life here meet.
Life is a walking misery,
pray god has blessed your destiny.
Outside the people's empty homes,
fathers, sons, left alone.
Big Brother dominates, he commands.
A billion voices in one hand.
The ocean itself is a burden,
your dreams will taunt the sugeons.
Twist well open the sails to Rome
if you flee the country, flee alone.
Between the alleys at this mass
the cross's shadow isn't cast.
Those booklets burn easy, use them well
let vain ideas fry in hell.
Our viscious masters do predict
the fall of Troika and rise of Six.
A crew who drains such futile ink
is sure to drown us down the sink.
Save me from the grim Tomorrows
full of hate deceit and sorrows.
Oh, it's not about tyranny,It's human kind.
Justice is never really blind.
Behind the money lies our pain,
into fields fall the rain.
With empty pockets walk the road,
a thousand stories left untold.
I hope one day it could end ,
just by cutting down his head.
They hunt down anyone not in line,
should we attempt this, is there time ?
Unfathomable ,
his hungry stomach calls for meat;
rotting, green, foul and sweet.
Rank food from the kitchens will be served,
for all the glory
he deserves.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
Smile in morning,
So easy with you.
Time adjourning,
Left nothing to do.
Go graceful woman,
As soft as the night,
I have my freedom,
But you have my time.
I refuse to leave you,
Even death couldn't rip me away.
For all my treasons,
I sit lonely today.
Smile in mourning,
Impossible with you.
Yet you ask it of me,
I know that you do.
Gone graceful woman,
So far from my side,
But i stand with you,
As day stands with night.
I refuse your leaving,
Even death couldn't rip me away.
I'll be at your shoulders,
And call forever today.
My graceful woman,
I rejected this lie.
I'll give up my freedom,
Give you back your time.
The only woman,
Death won't rip me away,
There is no decision.
They can't take you today.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, pen ink cries too:(
fines that cant be identified on the near
or the writes put on paper they die they cry
got my reasons for the sacred peasants and held daemons
nurtured weapons earned upon various treasons
came surrendered on your questioned gazes
that i fond a sweet spot on my unsolved mazes
unhealthy for the mind
my ears brought up to a permanent blind
you descend my pride
to fault on knees loose
cut on shortage of scenarios to choose
amazement on the major dominance captive of my shoes
leading calls to a song never told never sold
--------ravenfeels
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 6:22 PM UTC
By Arcassin and Elizabeth
AB:
Flowers blossom,
And sky is bluer than the ocean,
And although it reflects,
We can never witness the motion,
Swimming in the sea of forgotten dreams,
To let go bad memories,
Holy treasons the enemy,
Over lapping actuality,
ES:
Take the beauty of purity,
God's pristine waters,
And cleanse the betrayals trace,
A new beginning for our world,
The dreams of past days again recalled,,
In this our florid wonderland,
Indigo streams bringing,
Divinity unto man,
AB:
Desires to be rulers of the land,
But not enough cargo on the ship,
Tracing footsteps back to endeavors,
Gods creations like wool and leather,
There will be a forever,
Sweat pouring from your head,
And little red slippers,
theres No place like home,
Figures,
ES:
Come together all of planet,
Let one design be in mind,
Share and share alike,
Make of God's realm on Earth,
A perfect reside of care,
Toil for the hearth's fold,
Put to bed the weighty anchor,
Of man's disloyal fife,
AB:
And when it all has reached its peak,
A set to sight on fleek,
If anything , I'd give away my only soul,
Just to save these families,
From the heavens down to the trees,
Everything has means,
Saving purity for one,
Exactly acquired two things,
ES:
To breach the storms,
For good to prevail,
All begin of oneness to other,
Nature's orb configured with man,
Co-existences yielding a field,
Of God's pureness,
The flower's dream retraced,
For our world clan.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
I see you glancing at the brush,
But our bristles don't hold paint the way they used to
And for all the folly in our atmosphere, I am sorry
I know I'm the one who exhaled the most
Remember, your father told you,
"We run the most standing still,"
But my stars have remained perpetually frozen
Since my love ceased blushing your alabaster skin
If you cinch the tourniquet too tightly,
To summer's dismay, I may not heal by autumn
And whether you whisper treasons of the universe or not,
My anchor's still aweigh by first light
Broken words taste bitter upon my tongue,
And it's becoming clearer and clearer
That you were my road to Arcadia
But, as I am prone to do, I derailed us both
I see you glancing at the brush,
But our bristles don't hold paint the way they used to
And for this achromatic atmosphere, I am sorry
I know I'm the one in black and white
Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 7:55 PM UTC
Yes I am the second choice
Not the first selection
Always here to cure your blues
Left out of the laughter
Cruelty becomes you dear
Hypocrite that you are
You crawl to me with all your fears
Cry louder so they can hear you
Again they melt my heart
She leaves you
So I never will
Once again you are together
When you fight I take your part
Laugh unnaturally
Loud and obnoxious
Misery becomes me
Desertion a fact of life
Glance at me with eyes of pity
If I see it I'll rip out your heart
Blood pounds through my face
Leaving a shameful stain
Battles not of my choosing
For you I will always war
Time nearly expired
Violent to my core
Forgive my many treasons
I forgave you many more
Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 1:23 PM UTC
Benedictine Warlords
Hold ceremonies in ballrooms
Tie knots in dying children’s hair
Demarking havoc to succumb
Red X-es on trees
Placating these
Monsters
These scumbags
These treasons
Against a muck they scoured
A much maligned superfluity
Of words, of thoughts
Of feelings
Of devotion
Sympathy
What of it?
You’ve heard my ideas on living
You’ve killed my attempts
Superavero
Veni
Superavero
Now go, before you learn what life is
Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 7:12 PM UTC
From atop mountains
Of debt
We tumble, like
The thrill of defeat
Dripping down
The quivering chin
Of blood-stained
America.
To quote a thunderstorm:
"All who question
The efficacy
Of God
Shall crumble
To an infinity
Of indecencies."
To quote a God:
"All who fall
Have not
Been pushed,
Those who rose
Were not all
Pulled.
**** the heathens.
Justified are those
Who avenge the treasons
Committed unto me."
Waves of
Iridescence
Cleanse our pallettes,
And we open wide
For the next forkful
Of fermented
Excrement.
Bloodied are our knees
As we receive
The sacrement,
Trapped like rats
Cast in cement.
To quote a slave:
"Bound by prior
Engagements,
Sacrificed to
Advertisement,
The seeds of men
Wither in the soil.
Blood weeps
From poisoned skies
While YES WE CAN
Opens eyes,
And seals fate
Within fine
Print."
Wolves in
Cheap disguises
Bate their breath
Behind red grins
And finalize
The list of
Who gets in,
While in the cold
Stand the masses,
Marinating
In their own
Molasses.
From atop Parnassus,
A silver-lined horse
Watches the madness,
And snarls and spits
In shamed defiance,
While Apollo
Holds court
To form the alliance
That will interrupt
The defiling of man.
To quote a soldier:
"Cold is the mud
That cradles
The valiant.
Swift is decay
In these
Transient days,
Where passive
Observers rot
In mass graves."
Designed by the rich,
Assembled by slaves,
Our system
Keeps churning,
Rejecting all
Who misbehave.
Reflected in
Concentric waves,
The faces of children
Contemplate age,
And what it means
To be forever
Enraged,
Engaged in endeavors
That are only dreams.
They can't be saved,
And neither can we.
So it seems,
And so it should be.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
They say we have two halves of a whole brain.
Two sections that govern our actions
Like tyrants that ride horses with reigns made
Of nerves and weald weapons that shoot out sparks
Of neurons across our synapses
The lands of our minds that dips and rises like the Andes mountains
Amoung cerebellum fields
Where nervous horses hoofs trample
Nervous systems flowers and bend their stem
Into an L shaped pendulum that swings
Unevenly over corpus callosum oceans
That separate left and right.
Art and reason.
Two separate sets of war torn warriors fighting,
One with methodically measured maps
Marked with red flags between concurred lands of logic
And one with holistic metal armor that clinks and clanks
Around soldiers making music for them to march to
They fight over proper ways of reason
And creative formulations
Of treasons that ought not be crossed
Their trenches the rivens in our brains
That wet rot their feet with slimy blood and
Membrane juices
The left speaking in tongues
That right cannot hear when not
Set on staff lines
Or painted onto animal skin canvas
That once covered similar brain battles
Between right and left
Only to be cut and sectioned off
In improper fractions that yearn to be whole.
If only the sides would sign treaties of peace
With pens that pinch fibers together and bind
Halves into wholes.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
Soon great distance,
Will delay us so, and so,
No thoughts or visions,
Can invade reality yet,
Trustworthy you are not,
And you conclude the same,
I’d bet, yet this I promise,
To save you the premise,
Better things are coming,
An end to your bitter living,
Untwisted, no longer tangled,
Protect and reassemble,
Your broken self I’ll handle,
From now through then,
Live however needed,
Commit treasons,
Cast a seed,
Wherever pleasing,
It all leads to a freedom,
Everything happens for a reason.
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 11:57 AM UTC
I buried my heart out in a field,
Beneath an old oak tree.
I'll stop and visit it once in a while,
And tell it stories of me.
The life I live and places I've been,
All the best places to see.
The men and women who make up my life,
Who know a story or three.
I buried my heart out in a field,
Six feet beneath cold clay.
Deep enough to protect it from you,
Shallow enough to retrieve it one day.
To dig it up and check it for wear,
Protecting it from decay.
My poor heart is never safe,
With you never that far away.
I buried my heart out in a field,
Far from prying eyes.
Hiding the scars from my own sight,
Wrapping it up in lies.
I want to pretend that everything's fine;
That the pain's been cut down to size.
But that's not true, it's right near the surface,
As my one and only tear dries.
I buried my heart out in a field,
I did it for selfish reasons.
To shield it from this treacherous life,
And all its mercurial seasons.
The lies, the scars, the six feet of dirt,
Just a few more little treasons.
I buried my heart out in a field,
And I forgot to mark the spot
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
Wearing glasses completely out of visions
He is the man not for all seasons
Always surrounded by crooks and pigeons
Chosen for the post with all wrong reasons
Haywire, chaos and panic on all positions
Forever smirking on his thoughtless decisions
10 percent to 100 percent, guilty of social treasons
Harder on Mohammedans but soft on Freemasons
Apparently deaf and dumb, indifferent on honest opinions
Democracy had a glitch but not for future selections
Wearing glasses completely out of visions
He is the man not for all seasons
Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 11:08 AM UTC
Or I would be, could be if the
sea was a memory, distant periphery,
granted sideways glances between
sought out land masses that can
offer some known substance, sore
eco thumb prints making them
seem special, almost terrestrially
relatable, debatably to people,
less contested to ideas, thoughts
and reasons beating back brazen
treasons of the seventy percent
that needs to take over, its
meaning is deeper than dirt.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
A ship sails empty of reason,
captains fear the treasons.
Silent and smooth is how it'll fall
the cabin-boy shall take the bar.
Blood can be found on every street,
both death and life here meet.
Life is a dying mystery,
pray god has blessed your destiny.
Outside the people's empty homes,
fathers, sons, left alone.
Big Brother dominates, he commands.
A billion voices in one hand.
Absence of imagination,
the End of independent thought.
Cities reek of corruption, ******
and the greatest of sins.
They raise and **** in
by the millions
yet only some men
seem to win.
The ocean itself is a burden,
bad dreams require a surgeon.
Twist well open the sails to Rome
if you flee the country, flee alone.
Between the alleys at this mass
the cross's shadow isn't cast.
Those booklets burn easy, use them well,
let vain ideas fry in hell.
Our viscious masters do predict
the fall of Troika and rise of Six.
A crew who drains such futile ink
is sure to drown us down the sink.
Save me from the grim Tomorrows
full of hate deceit and sorrows.
Oh, it's not about tyranny,It's human kind.
Justice is neverreally blind.
Glorious eyes
of curve-free posters
used as wallpaper
for the cleanest streets.
Looking up
to their Father
all good citizens
try to weep
the plain and empty tears
the Party demands
them sheep.
Behind the money lies the pain,
into fields fall the rain.
With empty pockets walk the road,
a thousand stories left untold.
I hope one day it could end ,
just by cutting down his head.
They hunt down anyonenot in line,
should we attempt this, is there time ?
Unfathomable ,
his hungry stomach calls for meat;
rotting, green, foul and sweet.
Rank food from the kitchens will be served,
for all the glory
he deserves.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 4:37 AM UTC
Man broke into a million peices destroying the world
and sizzling the faces that the God thought they made in
Grace
But there were many reasons and many treasons that said
They were destined to no longer
Have any season
Through the thick of the trees
Love snapped and grasped
The idea that man is merely an insect, a plague
A fire that started and hasn't stopped burning
Where were the angels when mistakes were made
And streets were not obeyed
And New York burned
And Love turned in on itself
Where phone calls became abolishments
And tears fell down the faces of a thousand ridicules
The in between became seen as all the while
Exhaustion ****** its way into oblivion
With welfare daring
And poor men sit staring
With faces that twirl in my sight
The after delight
Gun fire and marmadukes and flowers bleeding blood
All of the above
The formation of a million roses burning a soft hue of blue
Remembrances of what it used to mean
To be a child
Running around with no one caring if you lived or died
Or ever even tried
For they forgave your stupidity
Your naievty
And now we make mistakes of a illusions of grandeur
This is how we will die and this is how we will begin
Again
The scratching of the God's is upon us
And we don't even hear it
We don't even smell it
We don't even sense it
Because we have forgotten
We have forgotten
We have forgotten
Because we are all so
On top of it
May 3, 2011
May 3, 2011 at 6:59 AM UTC
I am fighting
fighting in the dark for you
forward to this great surprise
I will not lose, you cannot die
treasons all around me
I stand firm armored
against their blades that cut
and tear me to shreds
anchored as one we will prevail
is this where the cards fall
short of a daydream
you said you'd be there in the end
I cant seem to find the last line
that draws in time, unfolding this horror
this love is growing always and thanks to me
this existence is over
gave all my energy to you
what a mistake to make
we could have let go but we held on
black paper hearts hang in the dark
honoring once upon a time
we were so blind
© 2009 joshua deathdealer
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 5:27 PM UTC
When a child asks you questions
While they are learning of this world
Never anwser them directly
Instead help them to test personally
To understand and see
This is logic!
Michanics, mathematics and reason.
But soon
They will find themselves privy to treasons
Liers and cheats mix with fools in deceit
With the tools of logic this is plan be seen
You must teach them the art of rhetoric
To stop those who would just cause havoc
For if the wise are Ill equipped
Our idiots will face the whip
Believing they deserve of it
The human beaten out of them
The monsters spawned left free to swim
Let this warning full sink in
For next my kin comes academ
The weight of fate!
In the hands of mammalia
To come up to speed
In the fridge of ideas
There you may study
Above all the turnery
To lift up our people
In rightness and honesty
Solving lifes problems
Improving its quality
For all who have yet to come
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 8:54 PM UTC
Greatness holds itself up and
The presents are all wrapped
When there was time to love
Was when everything was alright
I see the horizon with its brilliance
She ended up keeping all of it
Where I am left with only a stamp n' a letter
But life could not get any better
No, life could not get any better
Swing on, swing through, drink the rest of my *****
We got enough money for the rest of the hour
Swing front and swing back
As you can see, I've already lost track
Where I was going I never did rightly know
The only road worth knowing
Is the one where you get lost
Each pebble in hand is one I desire to toss
If you've found someone else let me know
These minutes that tick by run me through
Like a glimmering dagger
I'm crippled, there is nothing I can do
How you swore to me underneath that moonlight
With milk splattered cascading stars
How you made me think all would be right
In that infamous, shadowy night
But the treasons of reason never eluded me
I could see through them like crystal
Who said we were all inherently good?
The cross is heavy though they used the best wood
A telling promise of the world at large
The battle cry has sounded, but there is no charge
Lost at sea by boat with no anchor
A thousand pens but no paper
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 5:28 AM UTC
What ever you do
What ever you say
No matter how
It always ends this way
Take yourself for a fool
Take everyone else too!
Leave the reasons
Leave the treasons
The world isn't made easy for people like you
It's designed for the soulless,
Take pride in your difference keep doing what you do
Take your prize in the heavens
Where it all shines for you
The commander of a fleet of angels
Who break their wings trying to,
save a soul like me a spiritual fool
From an everlasting death.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
de brief of the daily motions
one spin ,
two spins , three
sattalite drop ,
******* stop ,
bus , hop ,
people move
plants grove
static motion
less wheel
sick to the bone with who should have dones and who could have beens
now i exist as i am
with stable
heart beat
glows
-
leaves drift onto beds of mush and the autumn color turns dirt to rust
and white chestnuts
with green shoots
we made it - it's the hill.
the hill that feels
there is a pulse
we're still alive
.
De-Brief
the consumers are dead and the masses are free
the slaves turned master the master turned greed
the master turned needy -
to be saved by those he mis treated
wanted.
for treasons,
crimes against the hound
crimes against the natural zone
crimes against one's own
i kept dreaming to see the day
and it has arrived....
the dominos first fell in my mind
and mind alone
tangible aspects were no more than prospects
and no more than silt on soils floor hip hop stop cash flow drop so low so fro go
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
Trust, ties, tears, tears;
With setting rising sun,
just Truth remains.
Trinity's traits transcending to transcript,
The temple trusting the tryst to tall togas;
Truces, tangs, tangles, tags, teams,
with tricks or trills are tackled, tamed by
Those trained to taste the towering truth.
Taints, taboos, tattoos;
With cycling of seasons,
only Truth stays there.
Transgressing traps, talons, treasons,
Thorns, thongs, tides translucent;
These tapes, talks, tales transient,
Are trifles, tickles, trivial, trite;
To tribes treading the track of truth.
Talents, tacts, top techs;
Against infinite labyrinth,
Truth alone can pass.
Taut troops trotting the toiling trek;
Taunting, tapering the tonnage of trash;
Transversing tough tests of tempts,
Are trails of tiring trials, For
Those who treble the tone of truth.
Thrashing traumas to transfixing trance;
With beast or with beauty,
Truth belongs to soul.
Through love and death,
the true timeless tapestries;
Life translates to truth,
and becomes a happy moment;
The moment which is forever.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
There are so many styles
Behind the many treasons
Inside the miles
Beside the aching reasons
That you’ve sold to me.
Find solid ground outside of town
Outside of your mind
Your third eye is closed
Open it up and begin to live
Like tomorrow is today
And yesterday
We will be okay
All of their faces there
were lost inside
My mind likes to keep things to itself
Away from me
You’ve been away from me
Are you still the same?
Or am I the only one who has changed
I hope my face will stay the same
and my eyes still stay covered with lame excuses
Of
Why I can’t see you again tonight
So, I’m gone…
I’ve gone away
I’m a ghost in your mind
Your third eye is closed
So open it up
and reveal the truth inside
the true terrors collide
with your best dreams
and colours aren’t what you see
But ninety shades of grey hidden in between
Your memory of what has been ****** since
They tore your heart out
and ate you from behind the seams
Behind the scenes of my worst day
You were there in my head
You’re gone
You’ve gone away
Follow the reaper to the cellar
Hear my voice call out
I’m going away now
Too late to say everything
Now
You say…
I’m gone
I have gone away
Try and figure me out
Now…
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 2:31 PM 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
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 7:27 AM UTC