The harvesting of hearts in the darkness...
Half-drawn lines imparting the stark contrast
Of these drastic measures, counterparts
to the endless ramparts that hide hidden treasures,
The Feathered nest was always spoiled,
the script feeding on hard boiled Yous in desperate groups
Hot-wiring Truth to suit the Myth held by Youth and Age
and Dreams in cages at the borderland
between Seeming pages of ThiStory, ThatStory, wishful thinking
Believing in the blushing hues of Reds and Blues......
reeling from the falsely triggered Feelings and Reeling in
the Baited Kin who hang whimpering on this thin line
Cast inSide the Blind fishbowl of Scripted Lines of Lose and Win.....
......Yous dangling so deliciously in this saucy stew of Mystery,
hearts so tender and mystically seasoned
to feed the Demons who pretend to Be and See in Flesh and Skin
but who invade the brainwaves of kith and kin
and inflame the blood within.....
one Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish
This one has a Little Star This one has a Little Car,
both Fish Scripted to rip your Scars and tip the scales
of your crying hearts
and drip feed Stories of Poisonous darts
that pierce the Poles of Light and Dark
to scatter all Matter enSlaved in shattered Shards
of fallen Stars who forget the blessed Truth
of Who They Are....
ReCognize The Cycles of Time
Step outSide the Scripted Li(n)es
The harvest gets deeper
The souls get sleepier
The lids keep closing
As the masses keep dozing
copyright Charleen Johnston