How Gloriously the We

How gloriously the We hold tightly
To desperate dreams
Of victimhood
Clinging to the seams of Right
And Left Wings
Born from Memes 
Painted with Blood

How magnificently the program
Takes hold
The lies and cries and
Ties that Bind
Are blinding in their bitter goodbyes
As the foothold of ones soul
Is Lost to the magic Mold

The cost of freedom
As minds are bought and sold

How shocking to watch the wounds
Peel and pry the tombs
From the loom 
As the Masters spin 
The tunes and rip the song
From the Mothers womb

Inverting the Music of men
And women who jump too soon

Into the abyss 
Of That & This
Baring bleeding fists of rage
Undisciplined Shifts
Of the gears and the twists
Of the fears that seed 
The Shadows sweet Mirrors...
Shattered Stewards of this New Age

Oh how the We holds so intently
To the identity
Of being the victim 

As the Sick Dictum grips their mind
And erodes the Codes
Born in Time
Into imploding roads of crime
And sideWinds into highs
Of euphoric rhetoric built from blind
Adherence to inferior minds

That Pride themselves on
GroupThink Size of Lines
Drawn in sand

Glass eyes staring blankly
In artificial bands of Light
Splintered thru the cells
In fight or flight
Wherein the We Dwells

So terrified
And paralyzed 
And petrified like stone
Afraid to See the Wounds
Have been born from their own
Image

Hiding itSelf in the Dreams
That damage
The minds and the Mes
Of the Corpus
That creates 
Scenes
Of
Be. 

Sovereign
Selves
Always and AllWays Dwell
In the Deeper See
Beyond the Shell

EmPowered by the Currents
Ease

No need to Buy and Sell
Or trade Souls in Hell
In proclamations of Victimhood...

The We is a Me that Speaks in Blood

The Time is nigh 
The Waters are Tears and Cries
Shall Flood
From theFountain of Freedom
That Springs from the Heart
Of Mud

The Infinite Art of the Earth
As she Births the Beginning 
Again

A deep sweet Breath
As the New Day Begins. 

CLJ
6-7-20

Volume 2 linguistic trickster