Dead Man Tales

Dead Man Tales

By Nobody Important
March 24, 2017

Dead Man Tales

shards of glass pearl the emperor’s rise,
his arms embracing upon our sins and lies,

do not deceive yourself my friend,
in the twilight of our beings, our corruption, merges and blends,

there is no pride, no honor,
no love remains in the barren morrow,

feeble and frail our hopes lift to the sky,
a mother’s wish, a child’s cry,

the poison you see, lies within you and me,
an intricate clockwork of apathetic machinery.

tell me my friend;

when will our blind gaze shy past the egoism and brutality,
that are so elegantly embroiled upon the fabrics of society,

through the silky threads of greed and immorality,
which, much like our desires, overlap and intertwine,
within the hollowness of this reality,

so that our tongue may be freed from the taboos and profanity,
which mist veils the flaws of humanity,

stumbling forth in the dead of the night,
the ghastly vapors still in sight,

drunk in hazardous stupor for what we fail to conceive,
our seven kings, eternal;

…and us, their dreaded queen.

my friend;

we preach visions of spiritual elevation,
gullible bricks held together by the mortar of hypocrisy
and temptation,

within our very temples of hopelessness and arbitrary salvation,
we poison ourselves with the ivy that stems from the gullibility
of creation,

the incense smoke of holy righteousness pours down our visage,
as our pilgriming soul wanders through the dark brume mirage,

feeble flames clawing through the blissful night,
plunging to middle-earth as our wings shrivel and melt.

… my friend, why are you scared?

you lit those very candles, that now betray your flight,
head low, eyes closed, but still looking for the light,

now their hands weigh heavy on your fleeting mind,
quenching your thirst… making you blind.

… do not loose yourself in the etherial stream,
fading away in those emerald waters,

a lost man,
a fleeting dream,

wake up! open your eyes!!
thou art a sailor lost in a sea of lies,

lost? yes.
but blessed with the ability of thought,

research, think… write,
until the the fumes of doubt are thinned to naught,

yet what can a single man do against the currents and tides?
a maelstrom of ink that all encompasses and hides?

I see you… you evil sprites,
armed with the gleaming mirrors of media oppression,

shining, “truth” on all blights,
fabricating ignorance and regression,

brewing the cauldron stirs,
as fair is foul and foul is fair,

through the lies of a pen,
we wage war out of thin air,

how many drops is a life worth?
how many parents must we soil deep inside the earth?

critical thinking is key my friend,
the truth wears no tie,

and no matter how innocent,
a lie, stays a lie,

contorted and bent they snicker and pry,
but soon the wells of patience shall run dry,

fear that very day;
O devils in disguise,

for when the lambs ascend to lions,
they shall finally realize,

that no matter how many times we try,
to be mindlessly ruled is highly unwise;

’tis a world ruled be the flames of wealth and success,
no place for a newborn’s innocence and a mother’s loving caress,

for when in the 70′s the cross kisses the hand,
and souls become the currency for land,

may the silence of the innocent,
quell the dogs of war,

or the guilty’s void,
unleash an atomic roar;

… my friend,
’tis bitterness that which you sense in my voice,

as surely as the wind sails the routes of immigration,
the dollar controls the fate of a nation,

to forgive is not to forget,
neither racism, nor slavery, or national debt,

to forge forth conscious of the past,
to the promised existence of prosperity at last,

one must first reflect and instruct,
so that our youth may grow smart,
in a world that is violent and abrupt;

as the dove coos humanity to sleep,
my mind still hazy as I drift in deep,

may a lotus bloom on this summer’s eve,
as the dukes arms drive a new millennia’s breeze,

and humanity, a firefly;
takes to the sky.