Wednesday, September 16, 2009

There is a world of abuse

That  continues to threaten

The common self.

There is a haunting presence

That shadows the perception of light.

There is a pressure that lures

Beyond the candle lit flame,

With a double faced head

Gleaming with impertinence,

Grinning with menace.

A twitch in the movement

Of her head, angled towards

The sound of familiar

Drone around, illustrates the discomfort

Of the infused atmosphere.

Familiar sounds, both lyrical

And musical, combined with converse,

Both banal and entertaining.

The beat rolls,

Aggressively motivating the speed of change.

A pause for air, from beneath

The surface of submission,

Creates a new film of light

On the participating fools.

Taste, devour, invade, intrude, continually

Reassure of the insecurities felt,

The abuse once held dear,

The isolation endured amongst

The presence of others.

Await, the end,

There is none.

There is only observation

Observation of oneself.

Does this feel any better?

Does this make you smile?

Does this hit deep and excite?

Does this remove the mist of


Does this re-shape your desire?

Does this give shape to your

Phantoms of restraint?

Does this belong to you as it should?

Does it give you a reason to escape?

Does it free you from your ball and chain?

Does it talk to you in your sleep?

And awake you from your dreams?

Is it real and ugly?

Is it dark and true?

Is it you?


From frustration to comprehension.


Of individualism and suffocation,

With wisdom and clarity.

Or that is what they said!


A string of tension, drawn between

Two understandings of being,

Two perceptions of essence,

Two visions of life.

A pool of murkiness to cloud anyone’s

Self confidence amongst the shadows of power.


A ring master, orchestrating the fatal

Brutal dog fight to the kill.

The fear

Of finding yet another cadaver wrapped

Clinically in a polythene body bag

Floating down the Los Angeles river.

Graceless, with it’s heart fed to the dogs

And it’s soul thrown to the homeless.

To offer one’s skin, is to sacrifice one’s flesh.

To pledge one’s name to the cause, is to

Stand up and fight until the last torch dies.

I see no revenge, I see truth.

Truth in their eyes as they lie through their teeth.

Blood on their hands as they reign their kingdom of fear.