Hubris of the Edifice

As if Narcissus could look
Into a weeping pool
Yet still on reflection fall in love

The ancient tears, which were gathered there
Around the puddle of our history
In silent memoriam

And what the heart does not see
And when the eyes refuse to see
They bury conscience in constructions of fake mythologies

Behold this instant of gratification
The grinning desperate smiles of satisfaction
A blind mask to ratify a parasitic dream

With each mouthful of its sweetest morsel
A bitter bite on sickly candy coated floss
To disguise the poison lurking in the after taste

And to all we flock and sing our praise
And more and more to gratify our days
While the delicate cost and vicious price rapes us, from inside

Each second of entertainment
Spews the starvation of unseen children
And rattles with its consumerist indifference, the confidence of all our lies

We are the product of fallen and bloodied innocence
And the sickness of this truth
Is gnawing at the entrails of our comfortable lives

We were lead into this deception
Bullied and tyrannised into acceptance
Deceived by the clever wool pulled surreptitiously over our eyes

We were driven into the arms of fear
To the isolation we all feel while living here
On this inescapable planet of our unity with all the rest of our human family

The hubris of the edifice
Would have you already beaten
Already chained you to their system
Already enslaved you to their dominion
Already chuckling in your veins
As for this life you have you have paid
To the parasites who think they can command your every action
And each second of entertainment
Spews the starving bellies of unseen children 
While the sickness of this truth
Gnaws at the entrails of our comfortable lives

 How can we ever hope to rest
Or grasp our true happiness
While every smile is the desperateness

Of denial

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Colin Mitchell Williams

Date: 2/5/2011 11:45:00 AM

Thank you Patricia and Dr. Ram

Colin Mitchell Williams

Date: 2/5/2011 11:44:00 AM

Dear Laurie : ) isn't placation a subtle form of bullying ... and the pressure to meet our every wish ( though manufactured wishes they are mostly ) .. still a form of bullying ? Tyranny comes in many forms... most dangerous at its most subtle I hope you are well beautiful soul

Laurie Ginn

Date: 1/29/2011 10:50:00 AM

Sweet Colin I don't think we are 'Bullied and tyrannized', we don't care enough for that. In my opinion we are placated with the urgency of meeting our every wish and desire searching for that unobtainable place called "Happy". PS You're slipping dear heart I only had to read this one once to get it