Driven Mad

Driven mad
In the grueling silence
Of unexpressed rubble
Buried like bodies beneath bricks
Driven wild by fresh caught stallions
Kicking for untamed country
Bitten deep by water ways that refilled their hopes with action, not these useless words that fail on uneven ground that are eagerly soaked up by walking dead masses.

Driven mad by diplomacy
Wrenched tight by rigid laws
Containing bloody remnants of Constitution.
Driven mad by political acceptance of both parties selling change that's never delivered.

When will they ever learn?

Broken blind in the crashed out intersection of dead lies scattered through the headlines like a fucked up joke that never ends.

Karma must be rising closer to the surface.

Driven mad by institutions
Claiming answers
That spew out insanity
No benefits for humanity
Out of key
And
Out of line
Kicked to the curb
And
Left abandoned.

Who cares for wealth and power?

What about the goodness of picking up a hungry stranger and buying him dinner?
Where did that feeling go?

Driven mad by industry
Military
Media
Sitcoms
Humanity replaced by Technology
Nobody seems to notice
The biggest lie being sold below our noses.
The truth is sitting safe and sound in files labeled Classified.
Hackers unite.
Let it drift across the net
A wild, new breed of invisible fish
That cannot be caught.

Yes.
I love it.
Keep it coming.
Stop the madness.
I have been pressed hard into the path of Rose Bush.
Tangled thorny spines twisting through my personal lie detector given freely to me by a free spirit in the stars.
Driven mad by bodies beneath bricks
I became rugged to survive you.
I hear
A stirring below the bricks
One body burning to breathe
Swimming upward through craggy, red dissonance.
His name is Truth.
He's waiting for his Love, Liberty
To escape from prison.
They both were driven mad
By death and lies.
Now they are back.
Resurrected by The Light.
They have come to expose you.
I have to be ever vigilant not to hate you even though I have hated you with a fierce undertow that turned every ocean black.

Driven mad by battlefield
Hung up by red tape
Thrown away,
voiceless and handcuffed.
My power is rising back.

Through the thorns my love has trudged, lost and kept on, gaining experience in blood and loss.

Over the maddening walls of injustice I have scaled you, my fingers bleeding trials, my heart gathering up avenging storms from a well traveled pen to level and waste you with a fervor born of savage God-lust.

Swimming up through bricks of war
I have come back to rip you down from your pedestal and make you breathe the dust of your death.

Watch out,
Here comes Liberty
Galloping on wild stallions
She is fierce with spirit.
Driven mad by psychological warfare.
Now,
Reunited with Truth
No one can stop her.