Koolaiddx
We have to break free from the invisible enemy, spewing lies from the TV screen,
wiping away their sordid history,
chaining lives to industry.
Dogmatic dreams, iron in an otherwise placid mind.
Fear embedded into each solid word.
The song flowed from her lips like silk, wrapping me tightly in a soothing embrace,
retract, react, simply
Indeed the words suck the complexity from the sight,
but within the cradle of little words lies the demon of oblivion.
Forgetfulness crouches in the cavity of letters.
The loss of textual memory gives way to the universe of this, that and the other.
Simplify the core, and the extremities of your reality will follow.
Smudges, inky black
on a envelope just for me.
finger prints splayed
in the most curious of ways
Sentenced to jail. Our hero, ladies and gentleman, has been deemed unfit to roam our streets. The crime?
Enlightenment.
Plain and simple, we are not taught to have faith in the seemingly impossible.
We repeat, repeat, regurgitate.
We heave and sigh, and stake no claim
in the continuing cycle, we are taught to run.
We repeat, regurgitate, and yawn when we're done.
The soft brick crumbled in my hands as I attempted to scale the endless wall. I climbed for hours, days, but I couldn't even see the top. I had gone too far to descend, but I was starting to loose hope. With every inch I elevated, more and more caterpillars were wriggling out of the oozing cracks and catching their spiky backs on my knuckles.
Crash, bang, boom. I'm off my feet, out of my rocker, over the moon. I can't grab hold to sound waves or fresh scents. They're hanging out of balance, and I've been thrown out of step. Glory, glory, my ears have filled with mold. Slipping down a rolling slope, I've lost my luck, I'm out of hope.
"You snooze you loose, pal." he sneered and skipped off, not a care in the world. I wasn't "snoozing", I was just a kid, I had no choice of where I'd end up. I didn't want this life.
With a sweep and a leap I want to free myself from this silly body. Little saddle bag organs and tethers of veins are keeping me as the hostility grows. I implode. When there's no where to get out, you gotta strike within.
Preach master Preach! I gotta hear that speech! I need your ideas inside my head, I need your thoughts bubbling under my muscles. Give me a speech sir, and I will give you my complete attention. I've been programmed to give business suits my undivided attention. All Ears!
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