Chaos

Chaos

there is a presence

a chaotic noise

awaiting it’s turn to speak

lurking in the shadows

on the fringes of my peace

seeking naught but opportunity

to poison and infect my consciousness

yes, these voices

they offer reason

laced with a twisted logic

that we all can understand

and relate to

but you

can never get rid of them

once they move in

they look to sleep on your bed

lay their head

beside you

on your soft pillow

that they may whisper

in moving silent syllables

to you

in your ear

in lieu

of dreams of beauty

and other sweet ecstatic things

so we think

and we awaken

each morning

carrying forth

the darkness of doubt

into a world of sunshine

and rising suns

giving them to our Sons

and our Daughters

drawing no quarters

as we diligently attempt

to slay their futures

labeling life with such things

as respect

and obedience

i call it forced acquiescence

we make careful incisions

and infect their open wounds

that fester in their eternal souls

we pretend to suture

the holes

with the offerings

of empty

meaningless

and false compassions

but why do we have

such passions for darkness

and self inflicted pain

found under the rock of rote

and rite

and doctrine

and dogma

can you build a house upon it

shit

i think not

for it is a rock

that rocks

and sways

each day

with the winds of change

and challenges

for it is a house

that stands on its own

only in the enigmatic imaginings

of mad men

and women too

like me

like you

within each of us

there is chaos

to which we apply

such rationalizations

of actualizations

with validations

and falsely induced

affirmations

we feed this too our offspring

that they may grow to be like us

and we see that same bullshit

in the reflections

of their characters

looking just like us

i am not impressed

have we ever

truly addressed the truth

that we know Jack Shit

yeah he live next door

a doctrinal whore

who sells her soiled panties

to all who would listen

polished and glistening

the lies

to make them a bit more palatable

but a mistruth

fib

fable

deliberate misinformation

or whatever we wish to call it

is still a lie

so let us clear the table

and start all over again

clean the pots Ma

scrub them well

let us loose

all remnants of Hell

before we prepare the meal

we are all too willing to eat

and feed our children

let us not give this present

from the presence

to the world to come

by accepting the redundancy

of stupidity

and insensitivity

and indifference

with deference

and an alacrity

of our own numbness

let us sit in the silence

and take watch

and observe

the shadows dance for attention

move not

close you ears

to the incessant whispering

of their reason

and logic

for what comes thereafter

are the lost souls

who continue

the venue

and there

is but chaos

(c) 8 January 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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