The Grahamburglar Poet Couplet

I See You

I See You...

Wanderer, wanderer, lost in the haze
void of direction, succumb to the craze.
Give ear to my madness, so deftly designed;
deception de-jour: aimed to muddle your mind.

Hocus and pocus no need for free thought, 
erase your opinions, your conscious to rot.
As sugar and soda your smile decay,
a hoax and swindle, then off on your way. 

Smoke and a mirror, please don’t look too close.
The truth makes one banal; drugs for the morose.
Illusion can conjure emotions untapped
a quick misdirection, now I’ve got you trapped. 

You think you arrived here, quite all on your own
you’re one of a billion, another sad clone…
I’ve stolen the treasure that once made you free
brainwashed you to thinking all’s as it should be.

Gobbledygook and hyperbolized drivel
platitudes, platitudes, mentally shrivel;
accept what I tell you, and not an ounce more,
wanderer, wanderer, you’re lost evermore. 

07/12/15

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Levi Johnson December 16, 2017 at 2:39 PM You have this poem under "psychological" but I don't see how it meets this criteria? Also, you might consider reworking your rhyme scheme--its too simplistic. The last stanza looks like you copied words out of a rhyming site. The Grahamburglar December 16, 2017 at 4:40 PM Psychological is literally defined as something related to the mental and emotional state of a person. If you can't see how this poem fits that, I'm not sure how to help you. As to the rest, thanks for your opinion, but I'm fine with it as is.

John Arribas November 19, 2016 at 8:36 PM I've read this work five times and I am sort of mesmerized by the brutal truths as if it were I that were saying the words.I absorbed it than ingested it. extremely valid intersections of truths and frauds. well done

Scott Thirtyseven July 21, 2016 at 5:08 AM Intense write. Loved the read. Would like to tweet a link if that's ok. by you? The Grahamburglar August 3, 2016 at 12:29 AM Sorry for the delayed response, but feel free. -G

J Hamilton Gist May 23, 2016 at 8:41 PM Tip toe down the hallway following focus, lost in its madness to remain sane. Thorough...

John Arribas May 19, 2016 at 6:16 PM Delightfully painful

Joye Atkinson May 19, 2016 at 5:24 PM Beautifully written and descriptive.

Frank Black Blacharczyk May 19, 2016 at 2:14 PM I enjoy your imagery. Very much like Kafka. ' I've stolen the treasure that once made you free' nice line

William Dalton May 7, 2016 at 4:13 PM This, I like.

Kelli White May 5, 2016 at 10:44 AM Deep and dreamy. With a spark

Tom Quigley May 5, 2016 at 7:10 AM Right on the money, and beautifully put.

John Arribas May 3, 2016 at 6:39 PM Your work exposes the sinister plot to deprive us of our identity. All governments are constantly tweaking the rules of citizenry engagement as they tweak freedoms evaporate.I salute your work as a steadfast member of the herd

Charmaine Chircop July 27, 2015 at 6:23 PM To accept all that is being fed to us ,without using a mind of our own. I love to travel the road less travelled and do it my way..but yes brainwashing can happen so cunningly that one never notices..He s trapped with the flock...An original poem that I really liked reading..A favourite ..By the way..tnks for stopping by my simple verse .Hocus pocus : )

Andrea Dietrich July 18, 2015 at 7:58 PM Oh my, this makes me curious to know more about you. It has religious overtones for me! I really enjoyed the read. The Grahamburglar July 18, 2015 at 8:14 PM There are two subjects we don't talk about...religion and politics. So we talk about them without talking about them. Right? ;) It could probably apply equally to many other things too...military service, media coverage of current events, and so on. Sometimes the fun of writing is finding something that allows the reader to pick their poison. Haha

Andrea Dietrich July 18, 2015 at 7:57 PM I hate the snow too. My poem was more about loving sleep than snow. hahaha. So if you grew up in Utah, it sounds like you moved. Where to? (let me read this poem now)

Viv Wigley July 13, 2015 at 11:13 PM As the media's satellites orbit us pouring even more hype and bull into our lives...... this is a sharp, wry piece, Preston, and the rythmn is terrific for such a biting commentary. Love it. A fave and a #7. Regards, Viv The Grahamburglar July 18, 2015 at 6:37 PM Thank you for your well-thought out insight and feedback Viv.