Been a long while since I shared this one. :) They Weve learned so well how to poison ourselves. . . just pop a pill and fill our cells with the belief that they will bring us relief from the strain we create in our veins as we shallow our minds to disdain. . . we are hallowed insane as they say the name of some far off threat that let itself come close to our wealth that they remind us in stealth we must keep safe and chained. . . they leave unexplained untold places that hold empty spaces for the thoughts we have wasted on what we think theyll think had we hasted. . . but we do not question who they are. . . Not so far, they carve their scars as thoughts that we think we think ought not to exist. . . they enlist us and uplift us as if to convince us that they are not wrong to prolong the error of our pain. . . we gain their loss and pay a cost as we refrain our thoughts we are taught to get caught in the grain. . . and we do not question who they are. . . Yes, we ignore the stars shining light from afar and lay claim that some heaven will aim to save us from a fire they tell us burns ashes to dust. . . we learn to distrust the heart that seems just. . . when at the start we depart from the Real SUN that gives us life. . . we create our own strife as we knife through the earth and ignore the worth in the tears she sheds and spreads through sheers of silent rainbows. . . her voice echoes and her colors aglow, yet we seek to reach the gold that we think it will show at the end. . . we tend to forget that this thought has been set as a trap to snap us in place. . . as we prepare to face and pace for the race to the top of a ladder thats shaking with matter that cannot keep pace. . . it shatters, disgraced and laces itself distilled. . . while they keep filled our minds with clatter. . . and we do not question who they are. . . as they silently patter inside of our chatter with lines entwined to define and confine our place of worth. . . while we sit safely perched and distantly search for the rung that will keep us high hung and strung for the chance to glance at what we think they see. . .but we do not question who they are. . . we bend a knee and cry decree when they show us to look and see the choices they left. . . we deny were bereft with their strengthening cleft in the landscapes or minds produce. . . we reduce and excuse the strain in our veins as we gain their chains self-conceived shame. . . as they teach us to blame each other to reach our desire of winning their game. . . but we dare not question who they are. . . we all demand the same . . . and suitably say our name. ;)
Posted on: Mon, 28 Apr 2014 15:10:19 +0000
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