The case of the soul less bodies
Here but there is nothing.. there
No connection
No chemistry
No soul tie
No.. fear
…and no care
For anyone, anywhere
With only thoughts to protect their own condition
Empathy in remission
Blackened heart
With a deep vast abysmal pit in place of your spirit
An empty vessel
That does not hear
No originality
You could never dare
Sheena’s ears look like chocolate chip cookies!
HA HA!
… the boy in middle school screamed
And although they were no dreamy deals
They weren’t that bad were they?
I cupped my hands over each ear
And put my head down
To drown out the laughter
.
Like the Phoenix resurrected from the ashes of yesterday
The metamorphosis of the Caterpillar to the butterfly
The Magnum Opus…
I have been preparing for all my life
Lush bloom from seeds
Planted oh so carefully
Painstakingly sown
Cultivated to bear ripe fruit
Organic
Divine
True
Propaganda seeping in
Filling the void, the empty spaces
The upside down, absolving sin
Ejecting all original thought
Rejecting logic and reason
Perfecting the vessel so keenly mesmerized
Internal treason unfolding as predicted
Trauma triggers cerebral inhibition
Cognitive dissonance after attrition
Distracted, difficult to realize
The weather worn ship near to capsize
Gallantly relishing in its own demise
Yet who steers?
And to where?
Might this be an everlasting loop?
No chance to regain my autonomy
Slim chance to regroup
