Oh, Now….it’s Time…..
It’s Time and there’s Space
to Rewind the film….
The flimsy foothold of the Brash and Bold
on this begotten realm…
How many ways shall modern day slaves
continue to be led
into the graves
of their own complacency,
‘just obey! Obey! Obey and it will all be ok!’
They say,
wrapped in a silk scarf of compliancy,
their muzzles made of murdered dreams
and
infantile Seeds of sovereignty
trapped inside seams that bleed…
Hiding….
Behind ether Names….
Playing games of victimhood
while the flood of fallacy fragments further
into decaying Shame and brooding blame
that puts the icing on the Cake…
Games of Woke! and Wake up Folks!
RedPills and cheap thrills
bypassing the rich inner Yolk
of true Union,
spoken Spells and broken bells
choking on cloaked yells
trapped within masked Hells
of poisoned Wells
of spoonfed minions that dwell
on the ledge of opinion ,
twisting the layers of the blooming Onion
into nefarious dungeons
of blind blunders that plunder the abundance
of this Mother
that wonders why her children Hide
from the power of Perception
that resides inSide the Eye(I)s and minds
and hearts and finds no relief
from the bytes of belief
programmed so deep
in Man
that the Body breaks down
from the demands…..
Take a deep Breath, my Friends…….
Ruminate on the Death that stands
and keeps Watch,
tocking and ticking and
picking the ripe fruit
with sickles and cycles and
scythes that tickle
the insides of Time
as it unFolds and enFolds
the Ties that Bind,
flowers that fractal out from Points of Power
and Play Pretend…..
Play dress up games of going insane
and falling from the Abyss,
just to wake from all This
and
reMember the Twist
in the Plot,
written in when the Byte.n Apple
grappled with Sin,
trapped the fragile Sense of men
into warped parodies of Purpose and Pain,
forced maladies of mindfuckery and maim, principalities in forgotten games of shame….
and oh…..my…….gOd
it’s goddesses
in modern bliss of ignorance
reminiscing That and This
with premonitions of missed Intents
fishing for cattle trapped within the Fence
of hissing GovernMents…..
Ment is Mind and Menses is Mined
and cryptoPirates wind the Time,
Watching for Signs
as heinous Crimes blur the lines
of all that Is and Was and wasn’t for Sale,
Scripts ripped down the middle
and PreScriptions Riddled with impurity
as security is impaled
on Alters of vocation,
altered vacations
quarantined in nations backstreets,
blinking Red
Warnings
as the Burning blood is bled
from the Mourning Sun ,
muzzles on heads that form the glory
of the Red Tide,
Marks Made on Blind Guise
who debate in Time
the need for the Chosen to Lead the Cattle
to the frozen wasteland inSide.
Breathe deeply, my friends.
Untwist the Strands and Stand on your own
Two Feet. Life is a Gift,
and the reWard is Sweet for
reMembering
This.
CLJ 8-1-20
BlissNinja 