Maze of the Mansion
Every room was different
throughout the seasons
as the rooms
kept on changing
from pink to yellow to orange
the stairs different ethnic holidays
a museum of everything that went on forever
a maze offering me choices
repeated messages and characters
And the people playing hide and seek
the news of terrorists and bombs
always half eyed waiting to rub out the nightmare
trying to get along
looking for the reality
the just cause
people with imitation messages already buried in time
waiting to be uncovered
controlled manipulated
and resurrected as a voice of angst
with some meaning
and barely any strategic
rhyme
so what’s the message
godsend?
I see your momentary hero
drinking his get up and go
to fuel his ego
to become the martyr of the next scenario
I wouldn't worry about
changing the world
unless your gonna be a revolutionary
an angel with wings
genius raised by prodigal children
who mentally placed himself in the arms of the kings
earned form the paths
from the wise
spoke the gods of love
and were given second tries
the mansion was clean
another tangent to explore
every room of my open mind
another astral plane to build for the race of human kind
something they don't see coming
after Gabrielle's dance
sure they laugh now
but they are already my voodoo
Shakespearean romantic political agenda propaganda sexual trap
the mansion went on forever
you could lock your door in fright
but when you left no matter where you went
you were always lost
rooms stayed the same
your location kept changing
you climb up and down the stairs
the flower of devious is over there
the aura of the feline births
familiars purring in pairs
meowing, hissing at the cat next door
I take the next turn
I walk into the next room
everything is rearranged
everything is different
you are the dictator
leader of who does what
who is who
soo many rooms
it goes on forever
never ends
like I'm lost in time
chasing after a friend whose at the fountain of youth
slipping away
fading away
to be forgotten
by her young friends
as she stays the same age
this magic mansion the house of god
I have been here
since I was born and have just learned
every room I've ever been in has been a room of gods mansion
one life at a time
with lives and words of wisdom
Copyright © Troy Nelson | Year Posted 2006
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