Monday, June 8, 2015

Soul Searching

all my dreams unfolded
into fantasies of simple
inspirational disillusionments
falling into concrete reality
as if an avalanche was
descending on a Swiss village;
desires replace intelligence
in a long line of wounded veterans
waiting to be accepted before
crossing over into oblivion;
disassembled emotions
reassembled in Oriental sweat shops
located in the Middle East,
repair and replace poorly
designed dreams until they
become dogma for all the
imported false prophets;
sunny dispositions were castrated
when truth was released and
motherless infants begged
for replacement drugs that
would temporarily set them free,
but that was only a dream once
and now it has become fantasy.

14Sept14

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