Octopi

Octopi                                    8/5/2015

Who can hear the carny shill?

Crying out, for all to hear

“Look at this

And look at that!”

The pipe line is open

And the sewer pumps it in

Seven shades of terror

On everybody’s street.

We keep our heads down

And whisper on the phone

While the wolves roam freely

Stalking you

And stalking me. 

The octopi has tentacles

Dependent on the hive

Reaching in and out

Ever deeper and deadly.   

Complex people

Lead complicated lives

Acting and reacting

To dreams and stimuli. 

I am a dichotomy

Of conflicting emotions

Showing my weakness

And hiding my strength.

Order makes me comfortable,

But it is chaos that I love

The unpredictable and beautiful

Random and exhilarating.

Freedom gives me hope

And hope is everything

Because without hope

We are slaves

Hung by a leash.  

What are we

Without the means to create

Without the freedom to express

Angst and joy.

Give me every liberty  

To do, or not to do

Because without freedom

There is no joy. 

God gave us a spirit

A beautiful gift of renewal

No matter how far we have fallen

Or what we have done. 

Let it gush out

And spread around the world

In a cacophony of words,

Vision and sound. 

Strong against the current

Of entropy and death

A bulwark and a wall

Against the statist’s

And incremental death.