(...a slice of truth...)

(...a slice of truth...)

A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith
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in the war upon the ego for the self.

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Strands of indigo flame wrestle between the molecules.
Like wild beasts torn between the old & new.
The dead walk severed from natural order.
Contaminated repetition is the insanity within these divided borders.
Life buried in distortion by society and choice.
All have become silenced & ridiculed by the tones of our own voice.
This trance is pronounced backwards so to invoke negative things.
Manipulated dimension that is contorted to mislead.
Propaganda polarized to feed & enslave.
Scribbles of gibberish has washed the clarity away.
Ancient parchments have been altered and defaced.
False leaders worshiping deities that can never be saved.
Death experienced by those in comatose sleep.
Engaged souls behind the bars of their blind defeat.
Societal structures of law and debate.
Mindless minions bowing to a programmed fate.
The illusive dream of debt and temptation.
A slice of paper to pay for the inflation.
Slave masters of old now have corporate names.
Nothing new about this capitalist conspiracy we have maintained.
Fed the beast our rights & prepaid for our graves.
Selves erased & numbers have replaced our names.
Free to deny the plot of this manipulative mind frame.
Enticed by dreams that unravel in circular waves.
Hidden are the flames that illuminate all things.
Materials are the trophies of this consumerist ideology.
Success measured by dollar signs & flattery.
Honor set by class, benefits and a salary.
Masked behind the campaign of unjust law.
Agenda is the same just another face that can talk.
Same chapter, same page.
Separated we all are by this discriminatory rage.
Apathy laced inhalations absorbed from these toxic skies.
Blocked receptors & televised minds.
Dumb downed masses who never had a clue.
Poison laced water & disease filled food.
Manipulated fear so that every thing causes a stir.
Scared & timid sheep never stray far from the herd.
Programmed emotions broadcasted primetime.
Glued to the screens & in love with the lies.
Ignoring the self as it screams for escape.
Generations comfortably nestled within a recycled hate.
Karmic reaping of lifetimes of mistakes.
Manifesting the climax by allowing this reality to take place.
Living within a consciousness that we came to create.
Divorced ourselves from the nature of whence we came.
Cheated this existence by forgetting our true names.
Neglecting to love and giving to take.
Too busy for silence while nurturing the fake.
Wise words are never spoken for they rest in the ether.
This life is the university and you are the teacher.
Engraved by the ancients within these monuments of stone.
The same recycled Gods all guide our way to a heavenly home.
Compassion and understanding have been hijacked and replaced.
Devoured by the ego & lies dormant within its waste.
Our species has long forgotten the instructions on how to just be.
Our third eyes have been darkened & it is so hard to see.
Frequencies are ascending & it is time for the save.
Exhaling the universe in a multidimensional wave.
We are what we are so make no mistake.
We are creatures of the Earth that have learned how to hate.

© 2009 Christopher Michael Smith


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Added on May 15, 2009

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Christopher Michael Smith
Christopher Michael Smith

Clinton, NC



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Ego 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..

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