Desire trap snaps shut on an ordinary existence of mind. Dreaming of being locked in a concrete tower of insignificant expectations and ambition. Security of oppression as an irrefutable excuse for lack of achievement. The ecstasy of being strangled into near-death pleasure. Better than being driven to win with a single card in hand. More favourable than wanting to lead a revolution armed only with a torch of revealing truth. Wings of Lucifer the light bringer are torn away, thrown into the pit of combustion with the other malcontents for questioning the actions of the crowned elite. Who am I to disagree with greater minds of greedy men? Knowledge is pain. Knowledge is power. Mortarboards against the wall as the politically correct and fundamentalists point the rifles of right at the radical thinkers. Freedom of silence is the last right to be removed. Base desires sophisticated to the point of a universal global construct. Wrapped in the lie of equality and the bow of a greater existence on exit. I want a green garden to walk in and appreciate. I want a hand to hold and a god to converse with. I want a destination that is where we all started. In love with the interconnectivity of everything. You. Mostly I want you.
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The word (a collection)
PoetryA collection of poetry. Short, longer. General, personal. Traditional and esoterical. Will add with time, as I sift through the random pile. Let me know if I accidentally double post anything :)
