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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 © | Year Posted 2006




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