The Theater of Shadows

It is a Reflection on the war in Iraq and Afghanistan written in 2003, where I'm anticipating the rise of ISIS. Moon Yet still, in our Nurtured Hollow beds The Moon will feed Self-conscious Heads

The Theater of Shadows,

    Depends on Light

    That scatters,

Strange reflection patterns

    On the Walls;

And only one will know-

    Behind the plans of

    Shadow

    TV Show.

He knows the creatures,

    And their features are

    Near-sighted,

    Double-minded,

Disturbing school of pigs,

    That wallows in

    The sea of fixes.

And only those,

    Will see

    Behind the masks of

    Voodoo Doll TV,

Who Stop,

    And Drop,

    And Roll,

    Eye Balls

Into the world of

    Stained Walls;

Into the world of

    Stained walls;

Well, here she is, our

    Dirty,

    Nasty,

    Boorish,

    W***e!

Sex Addict,

    Drug Addict!

    Addicted to

    The oil flow,

And with her Fetish Smile

    After spanking for a while

    She screams

    In pleasure!

Barks in rage!

    She knows they're asking for

    Revenge!

And all of them are

    Crafty Devils!

    They're all,

    Bermuting our souls!

We'll tie their sleeves around

    Electric Handles!

    And Fry

    Their Eager,

    Evil Souls

    Like Voodoo Dolls!

    Like Voodoo Dolls!

Wearing the bliss of

    Shining chains

She's getting ready

    For her fetish games,

But Dolls bleed

    Magic

    Love triangle is

    Tragic, which reveals

Her nature,

    Taking sleeping pills

Relax,

    She falls asleep,

But in her dream

    She'll weep,

 In Fear-

    Of innocence of salty tear;

    When suddenly, her swiftly moving hand

    Drops pennies on the wet cement

The child

    Crawling on the floor,

    Looking for pennies;

But she wants more!

 Humanity is shocked!

    Her deepest fears

    Submerged

    Under the blocks of

    Sidewalks;

Then she wakes up,

    Repeating drill;

Deleting dreams from memory -

    With memory deleting Pill.

What is the Truth?

    Infection in the blood of youth...?

Instead of playing

   Fair and Square

Abuse of Substance Everywhere;

   And while Hiding

   Under roofs, all crying, almost dying

   Painted Face of

   Suffocating

   Truth

Still screws

   Big holes in tin can walls,

But roars of

   Madness

   Moans

   And gloom of

   Nasty mushrooms

   And balloon

Inflating skies with

   Bloody Sacrifice;

Eventually, the truth will die,

   Reincarnating

   Into Lie,

Smiling,

   She'll bite

   Once more

Only Sun will rise and fall

   In bloody sore-

   But souls are bleeding

   Reeks of animal instincts are feeding on a fruitful fight

   Too bad; we can't control our appetite.

 

(EPILOGUE)

Without emotions

   Shadows

   Disappear

And then emerge behind you,

   Breading

   Fear;

In a shame the sunset

   Fainted.

Hectic light from

   Yellow Moon Has switched

   Pathetic guns for

   Dunes.

Between

  The universal wings

  The Kings of West

  Will seize

  The buns of sunset,

Anticipating breeze

  The Moon will

  Stabilize ourselves

  Between the cliffs of

  Dune,

Yet still, in our Nurtured

  Hollow beds

  The Moon will feed

  Self-conscious Heads.