Thresher

Thresher 7/9/2014

The deep blue

Holds the secrets

That nobody wants to see

The kind for which we have mourned

But forgotten along the way. 

Like a bruise on the heart

That you forget

After it heals

But fear its return

Every single day. 

So are the monsters

In our mind

Swimming deep in a trench

Six miles down. 

Blue, gray, green, and black

The colors of deep mystery

Buried in our minds

And stretching backwards

Into infinity. 

The murky depths

Are like the past

Primeval and instinctual

Guiding us even now

Inside our DNA. 

The rocky Neolithic foundation

Deep under the ground

With heavy stones

Fused into place.  

Some will go with the flow

Just as they always have

But the flow leads to death

Where only the dead fish go. 

There are revolutions

And counter revolutions

But this is devolution for sure

As the hand that feeds is cut off

And shoved down your throat.

When the truth is suppressed

Then you know something is wrong

And the truth is nowhere to be found

Dead, dumb

And stuffed in the ground. 

A person of reasoned thought

Should never fear opposition

But evil men with hate in their hearts

Lie, suppress, and steal. 

The future is here

And more ugly than ever

Like a mass of rotted fish

Floating in acid.  

Always look around

And be ready to fight

Because evil abounds

In the depths of darkness. 

The good are dying

While the ignorant rejoice

Too dumb to see

The deadly signs.   

The dead will rise

And stun the living, into silence

While the cowards run

And bleed from their mouth.

But all the pleading in the world

Cannot save the unrepentant

As they lower themselves

With savagery and murder. 

Mark the day

And watch the shadows collect

Because something has changed 

And all the masks have fallen.