Smokescreen…

~

Each day they’re saying something…
Never aiming to catch your attention…

Hoping you are distracted enough…
Not to seek out any intervention…

Uttering words without meaning…
And telling little white untruths…

Preaching to the ignorant masses…
From the elderly to the numbed youth…

But do you really hear them…
Do you understand their words…

Read in-between the constructed lines…
Or care what motivates their world…

A world where everybody cheats…
A world where everybody lies…

They wrap up all of the dysfunction…
Hide secrets deep behind their eyes…

Always standing in the shadows…
Sending messages to your ears…

Projecting from a cold dark place…
And preying on all your worst fears…

Telling you what they want you to hear…
Always force feeding you their version…

As you swallow with a pinch of salt…
They’re looking for the next diversion…

But they’ve failed to communicate…
To each and every single one…

And they seem to underestimate…
The damage that’s being done…

As they are ripping things apart…
And clawing at our very souls…

They are stabbing us in the heart…
Thinking they’ll never lose control…

But you must now begin to see it…
Rise up and set yourself free…

As it will come as no surprise…
That you’ll need to fight for liberty…

Fight to preserve your rights…
Ignore the propaganda machine…

Don’t take their words at face value…
See through their dense smokescreen…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Secret Messages” By ELO

Guest Poet 1 – Chasm of Nothing…

This week, these pages are turned over to selected Guest Poets – I hope you enjoy!

First up is a long-time friend and supporter of this blog – please welcome back Keith!

You can read more of Keith’s work here: https://keithakenel.wordpress.com/

If you would like to send a submission in to be a future Guest Poet, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

J

Anger that once ruled us no longer drives our lives
But there’s a world of difference between a roommate and a wife.
Grateful for our truce and cessation of unholy war
But I miss your loving touch and long for so much more.

Mariana chasm between palliation and pleasure,
There is no special of the day; tasteless broth forever soup du jour.
Agony I suffered, like a man upon a cross,
Has been replaced by void, I am thankful for the loss.
To mantra of the cutters I do not adhere,
I choose nothing over pain; yet still I shed such tears.

There is no satisfaction in being a numb man,
Golem who stumbles through his day without a master plan.
World that once made me smile, now quickly wears quite thin,
I should be looking to the future but keep dreaming of where I’ve been.
Wish that I could hold you, embrace you with all my might,
But my heart can’t bear the strain and my strength is gone from sight.

Anger that once ruled us no longer drives our lives
But there’s a world of difference between a roommate and a wife.
Grateful for our truce and cessation of unholy war
But I miss your loving touch and long for so much more.

Our satin sheeted bed, where we once pulsed to paradise,
Has been stripped away, and our love has paid the price.
Our dalliance in Eden’s garden, where every month was sweetest May,
Had grown thick with weeds, no longer did blossoms hold sway.
Thankful nettle infested thickets that had become our bed
Have been cleared of thorns; sadly, nothing’s left in their stead.

Here we’re stuck in greyest neutral, with no forward nor reverse,
Don’t know if lack of pain is a blessing or a curse.
Ingesting tasteless nourishment is hard thing to get down;
Swimming in passionless sea keeps me wondering if I’ll just drown.
Mariana chasm between palliation and pleasure,
Surely’s got me wondering how much more nothing I can endure.

Anger that once ruled us no longer drives our lives
But there’s a world of difference between a roommate and a wife.
Grateful for our truce and cessation of unholy war
But I miss your loving touch and long for so much more.

“A flowing river of illusion, running with confusion”…

~

Messages mixed and muddy…
Barbed, sharp and bloody…

With tiny poisoned arrows…
Hiding deep dark sorrows…

With jet Black undertones…
Weighed down by a Thousand stones…
Whilst sat on moral high ground thrones…

Fired from upon high…
Into the cold night sky…
Aimed right between the eyes…

Words to provoke a reaction…
A fire burning for interaction…

And a fight…
Right here, right now, tonight…

Sprinkled with unwritten meanings…
Laced with unspoken feelings…

Intent hiding within the context…
Like some perverse contest…

Turned from words of excitement…
Into crushing, soul sapping disappointment…

Forming pools of simmering anger…
And double edged words of danger…
Speaking the language of a stranger…

Getting lost in translation…
But a verbal form of castration…
And a blunt accusation…

Pointing the finger…
Outlining the sinner…

And the deeds…
That grew from forbidden seeds…
But no one else sees…

Except the one…
Now holding the gun…

Firing bullets that wound…
With a hate that consumed…
And an ignorance that presumed…

The worst…
In spite of the curse…
Not asking first…

Just verbal violence…
That brings on a need for silence…
And dreams of a desert island…

With pure isolation…
A chance to avoid confrontation…
And certain mental disintegration…

Whilst stripping out all courage…
And leaving just the wreckage…
All caused by the secret message…

~

“A flowing river of illusion, running with confusion”…

~

Messages mixed and muddy…
Barbed, sharp and bloody…

With tiny poisoned arrows…
Hiding deep dark sorrows…

With jet Black undertones…
Weighed down by a Thousand stones…
Whilst sat on moral high ground thrones…

Fired from upon high…
Into the cold night sky…
Aimed right between the eyes…

Words to provoke a reaction…
A fire burning for interaction…

And a fight…
Right here, right now, tonight…

Sprinkled with unwritten meanings…
Laced with unspoken feelings…

Intent hiding within the context…
Like some perverse contest…

Turned from words of excitement…
Into crushing, soul sapping disappointment…

Forming pools of simmering anger…
And double edged words of danger…
Speaking the language of a stranger…

Getting lost in translation…
But a verbal form of castration…
And a blunt accusation…

Pointing the finger…
Outlining the sinner…

And the deeds…
That grew from forbidden seeds…
But no one else sees…

Except the one…
Now holding the gun…

Firing bullets that wound…
With a hate that consumed…
And an ignorance that presumed…

The worst…
In spite of the curse…
Not asking first…

Just verbal violence…
That brings on a need for silence…
And dreams of a desert island…

With pure isolation…
A chance to avoid confrontation…
And certain mental disintegration…

Whilst stripping out all courage…
And leaving just the wreckage…
All caused by the secret message…

~