for our own benefit
blue-bloods
elitists
and little blue men
are busying themselves
taking the arc
out of the rainbows
of the common man
they call their work purposeful
we sit in pools of distraction
bathing in the tearful disdain
of our sorrows
of yesterdays
the ‘morrow
plucking the petals
of our conscious awareness
from the Lotus
of our Souls
our flowering blossoms
are losing their fragrance
to be
re-born dead
why is the honey
no longer sweet
who has switched the labels
with the lemons ?
so we lay our heads
once again
on tear stained pillows
hoping to catch a glimpse
of a passing dream
we once deemed worthy
we are hoping they may shine
a little light of respite
our way
if that does not work
we will pretend
that we are OK . .
at least . . .while
they are watching
GET THAT MIRROR OUT OF MY FACE !
yes, we find reflective comforts
in other peoples delusions
that we may feel good
about ourselves
hoping
praying
that self reconciliation
will have mercy
but are we not
plucking the petals
of our greater self
with masochistic determinations
we all to some degree
celebrate that holy acronym
given as an escape route
from our truths
i think it is . .
BDSM
for us 1./2 free sheep
who stick 2 legs
through the holes
in the fence
that we may feel
the cool breeze
we think to be freedom
there is no locked gate
that holds us
nor has it ever been
we have chose
to cosign
to our own spiritual enslavement
thinking lazily
it is the easier way . . .
the path of least resistance
or effort
and while sliding down
that slippery slope of damnation
we were somewhat OK
with the skin burn
and peeling layers
of our once unaligned
behaviors
and we acquiesced
to follow rainbows
knowing that the pots of gold
were emptied
by those same blue-bloods
elitists
and little blue men
who keep telling us
all is well
and they do this
for our own benefit
© 1 August 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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