staccato rhythms

i am two seconds ahead of today
chasing the residues of tomorrow
on the wings of an albino dove

staccato rhythms are the missing link
between past and future
that space between time and place
and so i follow the children of dune
riding on the bare backs of worms
in search of the spicy side of life

the emperor’s intentions are not real
and i see beyond alien agents
with three piece suits and dark eyes
that reflect a mindless vacuum

if i kneel before you,
does that make you king or make me a coward?

lead and we shall follow
your nonsensical symbols of division
speak and we shall listen
to your doctored equivocation

trapped in your realm
each day is an out of body experience
and at night i dream reality
vivid, gritty and raw
i am flawed
this i know …
that’s what makes me human
but you bastard angel
of a democratic devil times infinity
claw divinity out of unwilling souls

lead and still we follow
speak and still we listen
to your hollow utterings
that leave me choking on endless stutter
the shutters of my eyes refuse to close
subjected to your version of reality
my syllabent s has me stressed
and you must be the fool
that put an s in lisp
inflicting grammatical defects
on my thinking schematic

medically speaking
you slice incisions in already bleeding hearts

mathematically speaking
we means us against you
and we just don’t add up

politically speaking
we, the wretched, bow before the man
dumb, deaf and blind

if we dance to your finger snaps
does that make you the puppet master
or make us cowards

marionettes harnessed to invisible strings
moving at your will
lifeless dolls lead by a nose
that forever grows
shackled anger entangled in your written lies

i am aware of many things
because ignorance is a disease
that preys on content hearts
a curse that degenerates
into a cancerous vocality that has no cure
spread by radioactive lips
that whisper darkness
pollute virgin ears
and reinforce the fear

we are speechless
because we fail to speak
hoping that our silence
will project our thoughts by osmosis

lead and still we follow
speak and still we listen
cry and we shall dance in mystical corners
where your eyes are sightless
and your words hold no power

in time
we shall find our voices
and chant you down
like the walls of jericho
because this can’t go on forever
it just can’t
go on
forever…


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