Living Lies

Used and abused

Tortured for your amusement

Till I was finally told

I could never turn you on

Isn’t that what you said

But I didn’t want to see

For I believed

For years I lied

Only one mattered

That was me – Reality Dawning

There’s no turning back – No longer blind

Because now I know – You didn’t lie

Slept with one – he coveted another

Slept with another – he had many a lover

Slept with one too intoxicated to know better

This drought has been endless

I wander aimlessly – Searching for me

In all the wrong people

I will no longer bed the beast

I will not seal my soul

To dispute these beliefs

That seems so obscene

I must dispel this poison

That you pumped into my mind

Perpetuality

Tick

Tock goes the clock

As they pick my brains

To devour all I know

And take comfort in all I don’t

To be the very last one

To take the final poke

Scratch

Scratch

Consuming every tender morsel

Raging and feeding

Do they know – what to do

When my shell is empty

Throw me out like trash

Into the city street

That glistens in rainbow slime

And feed off all the beasts

Garbage clad people

Wandering aimlessly in

Constantly darkened streets

Searching for knowledge

Without remorse

Tick

Tock strikes the clock

Endlessly

Tick – Tock

Tick …………..

Snap

Where do you find beauty

In the crystal tower

Where androgyny rules

A picture snap of broken glass

The illusion painted & shaped

To be no longer real

I have no desire to be corrupted

The muse of the shallow

Exists nickel plated artists

Searching for beauty in image alone

High gloss sheen

Disguise the flaws

Or are they in the depths

Beyond the flesh we see

Why must we aspire – to be like them

In a endless sea of similarity

We shuffle – Brainwashed into compliance

Our minds – no longer our own

But what the few have preordained

To be the truth – To be the norm

That in their eyes – will make us human

Dreamless

They wander our streets

Unwashed unfed

Alone and desolate

Segregated from the rat race

Banished from homes

With no place to go

They sleep where they can

In tiny alcoves

Unforgiving and unrepentant

They struggle to survive

The outside world – cares not

The inner world – shows no mercy

Faces shows pain

Each life a different story

They never dreamed their life would be

Aspirations – Dreams

Remain unfulfilled and so far away

Will they ever dream again?

They say the poor get poorer

As the rich get richer

But that’s only part of the truth

Because the poor get jaded

Lose all hope – living on the street

Begging for change

Hope is dead

Reality is all that remains