baital…

invisible words
that can manipulate minds
though always whispered
they cut deep into the soul
hope’s demonic possession

 

 

shadows that make bumps in the night…

there are
three
shades of shadows
the black ones
we
all know
subservient
to
the wills
of
others
some
may know
the gray ones
that
blend
into
the landscape
of
society
but
few
know
of
the
white shadows
shadows
that
can control
the
physical environment
making
trees to bend
and
humans
to
dance
like
puppets
on
a string
they are
the
shadows
of
history
oh
not
those
visible
in textbooks
but
those traced
in
invisible ink
on
the pages
of
our lives
shadows
that
have
defined us
and
steer the course
of
tomorrow

 

 

preprogrammed…

impulses must be arrested
firing patterns altered
from societal inscribed behaviors
otherwise history repeats
and extinction’s accelerated

 

can’t sleep…

i’m just lying here
reviewing how life’s been spent
revisiting days
when decisions were made and
wondering which ones i made

 

someone winds the clock…

 

wars have had no end
fields of marble say tis true
human greed is the key