Ghost Rocket

Ghost Rocket  6/29/2015

Voices in the cloud

And voices in your head

Insanity comes

From within or without.

On a ghost rocket to Mars

Rest the ancient spirits

Terra forming the future

In secret silence. 

We only see

What we want

And  just like always

We huddle in a herd. 

Turning our backs to the wind

For whatever comfort we can

And floating down a stream

Convenient and dumb.

We open the door

To a wolf in sheep’s clothing  

Afraid to obey

Truth and discernment. 

We who also love

Are trained to obey

Always accommodating

And always guilty. 

But all it takes is a crack

And in comes the deception

A gilded horse

full of horror.

An unfortunate truth

In a world gone insane

That some have no honor,

No conscience,

And no soul. 

There is no hate more dangerous

Than the one

For which we,  dare not speak

For fear of reprisal

Certain and  swift. 

It’s not about love

If it’s really about something else

A crack to be exploited

To blame, isolate, and destroy. 

The foolish used like a crowbar

To push against the frame

Just another cynical tool

Used to bludgeon

And wound

The heroic will suffer

Just like, they always have

Offering themselves up

To be mauled and maimed.

Abandoned at first threat

As we all retreat on cue

Leaving them alone

To be butchered and abused.

How many have been lost

And dragged down the street

Murdered without honor

And buried without respect.

Evil searches day and night

Looking for those to exploit

Like a worm

Eating through the brain. 

Turning us against ourselves

To open up the door

Farther and farther away

From where we should have been. 

I am a sinner

And so are all, I know

Imperfectly perfect

From the inside out. 

Transformed by life

Into something unknown

The eternal metamorphosis

Yet to be revealed. 

But we fight not against other men

But against something worse

As we are eroded and attacked

From within and without. 

If I am forgiven

Then so also are you

But only if we try

And only if we pray. 

The seed is planted

Now watch it take root

As the hands behind the curtain

Do what they will. 

Love respects

But love, also lets go

Letting others live

In free expression

And free association.  

It never blames

Nor can it attack

But rather exists

Perfect and sublime. 

We are known by what we say

But silence can tell you everything

And how many times does it take

For even a fool to awake. 

Behind the curtain

Someone pulls the strings

Creating Marionettes 

To weaponize

And exploit. 

You can look forwards

Or you can look backwards

But none of this is new

Neither the lie

Nor the end.  

Everything goes both ways

And the wise should always

Search their heart

But only a fool cannot see

The veiled threats on the horizon

For you and for me.