Imperial Guidance

by MyHalozChokinMe   Nov 3, 2012


Slipstreams of imperial guidance.

Wayward movements shadowed in
totalitarian fascism.

Angelic visionary obedience force-fed
through small hands.

Cold fear seeping through the cracks in
your eyes, leaving the night to wander
into the day.

Stumbling into another paradox of realism.

Offset color becoming the new Christ.

I feel so unaffected by it all.

So new to the thrill of simple life.

A new day dawns with the whispers of madness.

Silent pills shaping the oval gestures,
imprinting the doom of our society.

Pay and pay for the sanity never achievable.

Happiness is so expensive to the touch.

Moments of pain left on the register to burn,
tallying the chaos to come.

Money is no solution to solidify your mind.

Life comes colored with a little open-mindedness.

Free will transforms into jagged shards,
choking edges and splintered fragments.

Bloody kaleidoscopes narrowed into cliche's.

I fear the cloudy morning of my departure.

A red fluorescent flight on a winged demon.

Burning today what tomorrow never dreams.

I guess I'm the pessimist of truth.

So little optimism in daily confrontation.

Why do I always feel like I'm nailed to the slab?

Fearing a foe so formidable that it makes me sick?

Sick of life.

Sick of fear.

Sick of you.

When it all goes down, everyone will incinerate.

Millions of piles of ash strewn all over the planet.

The possessions will gather to consume you all.

When your worthless account standings fail to matter,
who will save you then?

How will that give you satisfaction in your greed and corruption?

To know you kill to smile-

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  • 11 years ago

    by Exostosis

    How come no comments?. .this one deserves a nomination at the least.

    Society and its fabricated virtues. All is obscure, all is futile, redundant. The saviors are the murderers. The hunger and greed for power and money will inevitably lead to self destruction. One's circumstances are the resultant consequences of their deeds. Violence similarly, is willingly opted for.

    Perhaps the author is envisioning the future as chaotic as per the current status of the progressive society. Rebuking the methodology of moral advancement. There will always be a loophole in morality, which shall allow one to devise reasons, to kill, in the name of religion and god or political grounds. The author finds himself/herself confined to the chain of events. The smothering is persistent, living in fear a day at a time, anticipating and waiting for the imminent end. The author somewhere on the inside feels disconnected emotionally and logically. And the scale of empathy drastically ascends and descends. In finality, there is no stillness. Where joy is, woe must accompany. Peace and war are the two sides of a coin, constantly being tossed and flipped.

    I guess I'm the pessimist of truth.
    So little optimism in daily confrontation.

    ^ So very true.

    To know you kill to smile-

    ^ I personally like the last line. I do allot thoughts to criminal psychology, often wondering if taking a life gave the criminal a sense of satisfaction or a sense of power. Do they enjoy such a feat. I do assume certain individuals do kill to smile.

    Either way, the poem is very well written. Loved it and I do love your vocabulary. Your style oscillates between technicality and abstraction.

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