Where ere befell a guiding light
Shining eyes beheld a glory
Holp toward a muted purpose—
A distant feigning glimmer,
Beyond the pale of words.
An aching need to be remade,
A sculptor's hand; a brutal vision
A child; a blank canvas,
A naivety, a submissive nature,
An eagerness to please.
Lead them to a dimming light,
There amidst our dying shadows;
There betwixt the Sun and Night,
Where line the winding gallows.
Where shame forsakes the birth-right
That a darker voice be heard.
And offer up their souls of light
Like the flourishing of birds.
The blinding faith sees not the wraith
Whose night has coiled a cold embrace.
The sun shall nevermore break
Where the twilight, some sayeth,
Precedes its visage upon the lake.
Darkness shall have usurp'd the day
And those who needed believe
Shall have naught to say,
Atop the boroughs as they grieve,
Bearing the known regrets
And we—
The freedom used to deceive,
To let embolden depravity,
To watch the flames spread despair and misery.
The freedom to preach hate and heresy,
To wrongfully endure—
For which we all shall sorely pay.
Millions of tiny lights,
Sparking intentions.
Exposing dimensions,
Inside my mind.
Leading me to find,
It's complex design.
Millions of pathways,
Patterns and programming,
Stay Running alone.
Hidden beneath Linear Time,
A guideline that wasn't mine.
Like a puppet on strings,
I keep going for things.
Reaching out for something,
I know i Don't need.
Grabbing for a piece,
Holding onto nothing.
Running,
Toward distractions,
My Unconscious reaction.
Why does this happen,
It's Time to take action.
Where does it all begin?
Lights by the millions,
Start digging in,
Traveling,
Unraveling the Chord.
Interrupting the Discord,
Cutting the Strings,
A puppet no more,
I restore the connection,
Section by section.
Puppets
All Associates of
the National Puppet (walking puppets only) of
Wales leak and
alloy of
mercury with
iron down
crooked paths.
Thursday morning, moon said goodbye
Painting words on hill up high
With some puppets on the watch
Like putting me down is their catch
I don't know how much bigotry
Is poured in minds of mediocrity
Scenes represented by us on a stage,
puppets suspended by strings,
Someone has the main role
Night falls and morning calls
Puppets gearing for a play
By the sway of their master's fingers
For how would you expect a puppet to sleep and think?
December 31, 2023, 3:13 AM, PST, SPC
Lay by day, fly by night
like puppets in an evening play
played with strings
and whose movements depend
on the fingers of their masters
Like zombies that do not sleep,
waiting for prey,
they lurk in the shadows
and wear colors,
not of their choices
as they lack the capacity
to use their own brains,
or let us say,
they got nothing,
for, they're just puppets.
And when their masters
are through with them
they cast them out
if they no longer got any use
like garbage thrown
in a pit.
December 26, 2023, 5:03 AM, PST, SPC
puppets dancing without a guiding hand
Dancing to a silent band
Bowing to each other for a moment so brief
Lost was my grief
So beautiful is belief
The little puppet boy and girl
Around and around they did twirl
Alive to only each others heart
Alive only when all others did part
Dancing together during the night
Such a beautiful sight
Each smooth move never breaking the flow
Wishing I could make them dance so
Day starts to break
Maybe I start to wake
To the floor the puppets slowly fall.
I pick them up put them back on the wall
"sock puppets"
trying to wiggle
my imaginary toes
there's nothing below
my waist
everybody
knows i am
playing a piano
song sung
by Tom
Waits
What do you do with a mismatched sock? Asked my dear.
The puppet squad a laughed when they heard this cheer.
Their googly eyes went round and round, in a wild way.
“We want some new friends by the end of the day!
The dear was not surprised. She remembered now.
The puppet squad included a pig, horse and a cow.
They had each started out as a mismatched sock.
Now the most vocal socks on their block.
Up with puppets! The puppets rule!
The old timers chanted outside the school
The kids came to the window and threw out one sock.
It was the most fun they had ever had on this block.
Children walking on the line, thighted hard enough for them no to fall down into the emptiness. They feel as they do, they walk on the line that their parents prepared for them. Children play games to disguise their worries. They do what it has to be done. A robbed chilhood far from innocent plays, but only waiting for a new class to make them popular or better than the others. How to be an "A" student?, how to be the best at sports?, how to be the best at music?, or how to better than the others? You have to do this, you have to be more than anybody. That's what kids learn, those are their everyday lessons. Empty adults teach many lessons with no mercy from the bottom of their ignorance. In a competitive world, I suppose is the right thing to do, to make them work as hard as robots. Far from this world, moved by machines, it would be nice to have children living in a children world. Without walking on a tighted line, but playing children games. No worries behind, no competitions, just friends to play with, a chilhood to be enjoyed, to be as they are...!, to be what they are...! Children but not puppets.
Where are the medicine men and women we could always trust
Have they all disappeared turned into dust
Replaced by snake oil salesmen dishing out pills
Hear the ringing of their over filled tills
And the despot leaders who elect themselves
Spoon feed on lust,greed,deception
Glorifying themselves with royal reception
Raping and draining the citizens who had no say in their election
Where are the surgeons to perform their dissection
Where is the democracy in picket lines in choosing between heating or eating,
Sanctioning your own citizens all based on a lie filling their minds with fantastic illusion
And the bear doesn't care.
Created unwarned , crying unharm
naked and cold but pleases the mother with charm.
Unconditional love , bearing the risk of hatred
creating memories but heart felt regret.
Live or die decision should be made
wrong choice the price should be paid.
Strings were attached as the little one grow,
the price is too high as he chose to crawl.
Living like a puppet but he chose to grow
no one knows but the master control.
It will end and everyone will go away ,
when the master cut the strings and throw away.
In convolution's twist the puppets dangle
And by intellectual snobbery
Confound themselves in obscure philosophies
Within this miasma of strings
Bring thier selfrighteousness to weigh
And heavily obey the populace
Puppets mouth the marionette of speach
Chatter with placatory promises
Gather their idiot payment taxes
Weaving the jerking kink of threads
Into the fashion of a brand new security blanket
The wisdom of puppetry hangs in banknotes
A masquerades entertainment for the fools
It is a dictators empire so steadily employed
To a deception of freedom
To act as the puppet would
Without accountability in the annals of performance
Puppets mereley do their job
Bouncing around on mass medias stage
Dancing through the loopholes they have made
Don't blame me they say
Someone else is pulling on the wires
And I've been played
Puppets perform by popular demand
A roll fulfilled by another's command
In convolution's twist they dangle
Confounding all by obscure philosophies
Bring thier selfrighteousness to wiegh
And heavily obey the populace
I’m a Puppet
We all are
Playing a Game
Like a deck of shuffled cards
Good and bad are Our chance
But, in the end, winning isn’t always the way to dance.
Sometimes losing may be an allusion
And so I say, Nomatter how you fair, keep’ a cruising.
A joker card can always be played
Or an Ace can be drawn,
But with 5’s or 10’s- still nothing wrong.
Break those ties, be the master.
Puppet Queen the Puppet Dream.
It’s what we’re all after.
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