From the land of “Always Winter”
To the house of “Make-Believe”,
From the face of cute and innocent
To the mindless rage of the cruel leviathan.
….
In silent moments of clarity we pulled the strings
of the dolls army,
To the sound void of scream matches of who we are
supposed to be.
I know we all sound crazy; where are we going with
all this?
From the asylum of forgotten people to the prison
of look at me,
We all suffer in disjointed thoughts suppressed by
those around us.
- Like madmen we are surfing the stormy sea of
inner conflicts
Looking for the answers of false identity
As if the beast is dead or sleeping
When in reality, the monster is just you and I.
In the hurricane of lies we are so deeply sucked
in
Forced to cooperate to save this precious life; aren’t
we all?
And levitating in the trance of tranquility these
words are poured into a poem or something close to it.
Confusion often mistaken as a madness; deceptive
narrative.
Confessions of a person with volatile nature –
unhealthy strive for perfection.
It sounds familiar, doesn’t it?
…
From the dimension of “I can do it all”
To the room of “Why am I so weak”,
We keep getting involved so deeply into the
poisonous inner conflicts.
From the place of “Let me help you”
To the path of “I want to see you fail”,
We keep the our fears brewing strong
Waiting for the sublime moment to unleash the bomb
of “Can’t you hear me?”
When all we need is just to be put down to sleep -
Sedated with calmness; drugged with sweet dreams.
When rage and fear rule us unconsciously
Then the wicked ego comes triumphant
Leaving us in shambles – the perfect martyrs in
the play acting on the perfect stage.
