Bora born
Dark passengers _
The art of persuasion bites the dust, culture
shocked by opinion's endless social comment.
Cognitive dissonance sheds truth through social
habits of magical thinking conjured up
by stupid power play spreads for all to see.
Social medias' greatest poison springs from
those wells of thought, word, action, habit divides.
Characters who once kept their own business now
feel the need to spread vitriol in your face
where projections of mind cross onto main street.
Inner worlds where life forms creep, unseen hidden
patterned elementals from conscious divides.
Tip toeing through out the day where idle thought
allows loose temporal suggestions to slide right
in with ill defined out of place verbal junk.
A dark passenger surfaces hell to be
made when light shines an inner truth wretched thing.
An ear whisper of delicate touch such is
the correspondence of conscious thought subtle
perspective sensates of malevolent means.
The hellish companion once witnessed by street
light, a viscous cloud of dark matter hell bound.
To have had it's way with her decades in the
making, such a thing as this sourced from once were
cauldrons where love's sure light never shines it's truth.
Hellish spirits voice up the process, those lost
shadows one step behind just off to the side.
Opposites attract, they always have, divine
providence at play where even the demons in
those hells have fingers writing on their dark hearts.
- O -
© 27th oct 2021 _ Ioan James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
shocked by opinion's endless social comment.
Cognitive dissonance sheds truth through social
habits of magical thinking conjured up
by stupid power play spreads for all to see.
Social medias' greatest poison springs from
those wells of thought, word, action, habit divides.
Characters who once kept their own business now
feel the need to spread vitriol in your face
where projections of mind cross onto main street.
Inner worlds where life forms creep, unseen hidden
patterned elementals from conscious divides.
Tip toeing through out the day where idle thought
allows loose temporal suggestions to slide right
in with ill defined out of place verbal junk.
A dark passenger surfaces hell to be
made when light shines an inner truth wretched thing.
An ear whisper of delicate touch such is
the correspondence of conscious thought subtle
perspective sensates of malevolent means.
The hellish companion once witnessed by street
light, a viscous cloud of dark matter hell bound.
To have had it's way with her decades in the
making, such a thing as this sourced from once were
cauldrons where love's sure light never shines it's truth.
Hellish spirits voice up the process, those lost
shadows one step behind just off to the side.
Opposites attract, they always have, divine
providence at play where even the demons in
those hells have fingers writing on their dark hearts.
- O -
© 27th oct 2021 _ Ioan James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
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