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From the streets of Sacramento to the streets of OUR playground .....Here to kick your ass......ME!.....................................
Alone... In Society's Country Club.........

Within the crowded confines of society
lies the unaware empty faces of the majority.
Exteriors covered by pale painted mask,
handcrafted perfectly displaying the echoing
of complete ~~~nothingness~~~ nothingness~~~

Painted on, cute little turned up smiles,
cloaking and choking lingering fog
of yester years fear...........fear...
Wrapped in glossy lies of self,
chin raised high, eyes tarnished dull.
Spitting out future club members,
empty... skin covered chest of sorrow...
proudly displayed

Alone... in the crowded unhidden club,
searching for puppeteers strings,
directing automatic mask shuffles
of hollow emotional showcasing.
A million" by four" full of hanging wires,
feverishly bouncing up and down...
up and down...... up and down...
Alone... among Earths' token dwellers...
alone... all alone... in extravagant
smoke filled truth less "Country Club",
containment facility.

Money crowned malignant string creators,
spewing mind controlling dismay.
Disease spreading like a blazing wild fire...
ravaging souls, empting minds, painting smiles
that hide trembling, horror encased spirit.
Poisoned brains flipping
"feelings" switch off,
gone... inner
light

Alone... among rice paper warriors
devoid of truth and self-awareness,
equipped with triple locked titanium bunker...
protecting rotting heart.
Alone... in Manipulators illusionary society club,
surrounded by millions of falsely conveying feelers

Barely able to recognize this once lush place,
now known as...
Society's Country Club.
Ceilings of ugly gray, light dimmed by clouds of brownish smoke,
asphalt tar covered floors, ego driven cement monuments expelling
hazed darkness,
black painted iron, barred glass fear-a-scopes,
decaying wilted plant life,
& the ever present sounds of extreme emergency.
Power hungry, money hoarding prison makers,
personal tribute to created fears triumph.

Alone... all alone... among the many,
raped, mind controlled servants of the wicked...
lost in puppeteers daily self-serving show.

Alone... among the robotic mask wearers
of painted smiles and missing souls.
Aware of masters attached strings,
choosing their untrue shared feelings.
Walking through Society's Country Club, observing malignant carcass' puppet show of terror
loathing attached wires of mind control.

Alone... without attached strings,
in overcrowded dungeon.
Alone... heart out front and center,
in plain sight for the puppets
of nothingness
to
view.


My Angel

Into the vast abyss of your eyes, I stare.
Wrapped in the golden silk of angel's hair.
Exiled from melancholy's prison, thrust into love's erotic lair.
Beneath my cool exterior, lay passion held by fear.

I view your splendor, with vacant enraptured eyes.
I breathlessly behold, as on lustrous gilded wings, you rise.
Far away on the clouds of our relationship, my dejection lies.
I must overcome my despondency to follow where my angel flies.

Fantasies of the future steal the isolation from my past.
I trail at my beloved's heels, and pray my heart holds fast.
All this time we have shared, have allowed stronger feelings to amass.
I find myself all alone in the shadow your radiance has cast.

Pondering the questions echoing silently through my brain.
Wondering if my angel ever feels my pain.
Sitting all dejected, I cry silently in the rain.
Wondering if this is love or am I just Insane?

Blackbird
One morning after the dew had kissed
A blackbird flew to me in a cloaking mist
It settled grimly in the old willow tree
"I come from hell," it said to me

No sooner said and then it was gone
Only to return the following dawn
I gazed at it with my wondering eyes
"I come from hell," came its eerie cries

All through the day and in slumber's spell
I heard it scream "I come from hell!"
And every morning the bird would appear
"I come from hell," it would declare

For one year and an extra day
The bird was there at light's first ray
The moment I opened my front door
I heard, "I come from hell," and then no more

One day before it flew into the mist
I seized it quickly within my fist
Its angry shrieking filled my head
"I come from hell," it repeatedly said

I ignored the pain as it tore at my hand
I smiled at the creature, my smile grand
I snapped its neck in my maddened rage
And threw its corpse in a gilded cage

I slept that night, a most restless sleep
And prayed the lord, my soul to keep
In the morning at the cage I almost cried
For you see, the bird was not inside

I looked outside and in the willow tree
But the bird was nowhere I could see.
Perplexed and shaken, I went back among my peers
My heart gripped with stone cold fears

I went to bed that night and in my dreams
I was haunted by the bird's last screams
And when I awoke to the morning sun
I finally realized what I had done

With one shrill cry and a thousand wings
They bore down on me, the hateful things
And as I succumbed to the numbing black
I heard "We come from hell, and there is no way back"