{...darkness blooms...}A Poem by Christopher Michael Smithin these shadows...
Inanimate configuration,
Intact & docile, Sipping delicate dogmas, Dynamic depredations, & Quintessential malfunctions. Telegenic hemispheres, Incorporated by Western refractions & So, We slide, Ever so gently. Into the shadows....... Negligible renegades, Terrorist plays, A new Shakespeare, with Crescent moons & Crosses of doom. Here, In the shadows... Layers upon layers, of Trapped sediment, Compact etiquette, & Preying loons. Mazes of contemplation, Inside and out, Confusion & Defamation, Spiraling down, to Bottomless pits. Always hungry, that Viral little sore. The more it consumes, only craving for more. In these shadows... Pushing & pulling, Gnashing teeth. Unjust practices, of The liars & thieves. Secret societies, Tucked just beneath. Secret oaths, & Mantras, Just for the sheep. Devouring archeology, with Flames & deceit. To erase true history, From directly beneath the feet. Deleting the records, A clean slate, If you will. In these shadows, It's us vs. them. Political Corporations, & the Media Elite of Propagation. Making consumers purchase, consume & buy. Masking truth with broadcasts & flashes, Minds absorbing the message, Subconsciously. Whispers inside, Inciting us to cry, Buy, & Lie. Just for the Hell of it. Here, In these shadows... No security, Only hope. It consumes & Consumes. In these shadows, The darkness blooms... © 2009 Christopher Michael Smith |
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1 Review Added on August 26, 2009 AuthorChristopher Michael SmithClinton, NCAboutEgo sum qui sum - 'I am what I am' Poetry is my creative expression here upon this floating ball of dust called Earth. Nothing feels as appeasing as watching a pen glide across a virgin page, watc.. more..Writing
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