Lulled RealityThe Marionette dances and sings her song, Encouraging the children to grow up strong. “The future is bright and yours for the taking, Your options limitless, a life worth making.” The children grow and her song changes, Their eyes grow listless in the last stages.Lulled Reality
Caps are thrown and gowns shed, Graduation insures the machines are fed. Another generation to swell the masses, And their future fades as the time passes. Propaganda spews from mouths corrupt, But the muted populous dares not to interrupt.
The breeders wed and offspring grow, Clutc
Woes of the SpiderSee how she sits atop her web, Waiting and watching for her beautiful prey. A succulent fly, A juicy moth, Her very survival depends on these.Woes of the Spider
Oh, how she prospers when she feeds, Oh how she flourishes.
Watch as she sits atop her web, As she feasts and dine on her beautiful prey. Her succulent flies, Her juicy moths, Her survival ensured.
Oh how disastrous her web has become, Oh how devastating.
Look as she tries to rebuild her web, As she tries to grasp at the threads that create her disheveled life. Her succulent flies
The Masks We WearI shed my face and claim another, Only to discard it in the end as well. A different mask for each occasion, Another falsehood to shroud myself in.The Masks We Wear
So many cling to them, Hide behind them, Even cherish them. What fools they are, What cowards!
Originality abhorred, Individuality watered down into the grey paste of acceptable society. Even religion tries its hand at the cookie cutter follower, Shunning those whose interpretations stray from long held belief.
So many heave their masks on those around them, Never caring if the weight crushes t
Stitches of ApprovalStitch, sew, suture. How meticulous I am in my work. My new skin attached, The quintessential “wolf in sheep’s clothing.”Stitches of Approval
My identity claimed, As well as the acceptance of my viewers.
They turn their face upon me in adoration, And beg me to perform for them. I raise my arms and dance to the beat of their praise, My value and self-worth attained.
Stitches rip and skin cracks, My falsehood revealed.
An identity short-lived as it sloughs from my body, My audience disperses and I’m left standing. The limelight fades,
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i have no sig...
go along with your lives
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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"You are responsible for the consequences of your convictions."
-Jack McCoy
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