game of blind man’s bluff
set spinning by denial
normal’s the mantra
wearing mask of undue hope
the bluff becomes a real buff
change
not that person anymore…
wide-eyed optimist
carrying bible
from
one high school class
to
the next
reading the text
in
study hall
even
believing
that freedom
was
obtainable
along
with
unobstructed success
if one
only puts forth
honest hard efforts
but now
i’m
a self-defined survivor
all grown up
with
a greater sense
of
my own history
and
its stages
of
delusion
and
foolish trust
so now
i’m
drained
of
milk and honey
and
filled
with
the liquid steel
of
reality
and
truth
what about you
preprogrammed…
impulses must be arrested
firing patterns altered
from societal inscribed behaviors
otherwise history repeats
and extinction’s accelerated
winter does not end…
rusted shackles
remnants of enslavement
shackles reforged as ink pens
legal papers drafted
renaissance of bondage
estate sale…
an entire lifetime
picked through by strangers
placed on sale
discarded dreams
memories sold cheap
why not…
when love dies
should there be
a wake
a ritual
as part of the healing
where
we celebrate
what was
and
cannot be again
before
moving on
extinction…
are some shadows souls
moving in the light of day
saying please listen
but the world is becoming
darkness so no place for souls
little lamb has gone astray…
no where to be found
not a speck of it
absolutely nil
there’s nothing in sight
as far as the eye can see
weeks ago there it was
but once dollars were flowing
it suddenly disappeared
oh moral courage
lost in the senate
democracy’s tide…
take as fair warning
although the tide’s in right now
rocks remain below
perils for the ship of state
awaiting one more low tide
dooming moral choice…
simple to ignore
the faces and lives destroyed
when your eyes are closed
if you ask for forgiveness
you’ll find that our ears are closed
