Day: May 13, 2023

 
So you say
you are the light
you know what’s right
you know the way

you are the prophet

HA!

you seek
only the meek

the mailable
herd minded

control
for profit
is your agenda

manipulator
strangulator
devastator

evil’s capitulator
is what you are

we’ve heard it all before

empty platitude
feigned gratitude
false attitude

no latitude of vision

defiles trust

single-minded lust
for power
dominance

swinging wildly
undisciplined

riding down the light
subjugating the bright

megalo
your god of need

mammon
your god of greed

inaptitude to lead

ineptitude to know

no rectitude
to even care

walking dead

talking head

ghost
of the machine

ghost
in the machine
of life

voice
of the machine
that gives you
life

conjurs your image

makes you dance
pitiful puppet

powerless
dominated
controlled

mindless specter

shell
blight
parasite

your piper promises
I will not
heed

from your hand
I will not
feed

by the light of truth
I am sustained

you are
innocence profaned

seducer
abuser
malevolent mouthpiece

mr. webster

by darkness
manipulated
nominated
elevated

so toxic
dangerous
deadly

but truth
will turn to power

soon
will come your hour

*
rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse

the only way
is to keep
going

balanced of vision

step at a time

keep moving
forward
lest one
atrophies

frozen
are the over cautious
withered in
a cage of worry

to grow rigid
with
the rigor mortis
of fear

or worse still
immobilized
by apathy

unmoving
fallen
to the wayside of life
ineffective

here
you watch the flow
of people

the shuffle of feet
with their different sounds
according to their shoes

see shapes of faces
unsmiling lips
unconcerned of you

their void curve
denounce truth
dismiss dreams

yet unseen
the gossamer curtain’s
fall
defines their soul’s duality

the divergent reality
through which
truth is stumbling
blind

dreams hobble
maimed

terrified

you remain still
unstirring

horrified
of the wrong step

of the falacy
and frailty
of the journey all in

stiff
with unbending
ignorance
traumatizing terror

paralyzed
gawking inward
at hopelessness
at failure

fearful
that the cracks in your facade
will leave you
exposed
vulnerable

the slip begins

the
giving in
the giving up

the rot
that sets in
with
the loss of wonder

when grip lets go
of dreams

of possibility

arthritic loss of faith
debilitates
the spirit

cripples
the manifest light
that shines forth
at the leap
into darkness

into uncertainty

into the sacred unknown

of daring the way
unmarked

and thus
bleeds out
the color of life
of living

to become old
cold
grey
bent
infirm

useless

and the core-dead
furrows of wisdom
and venerable beliefs
are sown from a tower
of cracked logic

left unnurtured

to die
as putrefied husks
of
brittled remorse

and you
mired in
regret
for never having
shone so brightly
as to blind
the eyes of death

stopping is no option

*
rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse