Smokescreen…

Yes
yet let’s
not get draw
into the bipolar set-up
that simply fuels
the dysfunction

Eye Will Not Cry

~

Each day they’re saying something…
Never aiming to catch your attention…

Hoping you are distracted enough…
Not to seek out any intervention…

Uttering words without meaning…
And telling little white untruths…

Preaching to the ignorant masses…
From the elderly to the numbed youth…

But do you really hear them…
Do you understand their words…

Read in-between the constructed lines…
Or care what motivates their world…

A world where everybody cheats…
A world where everybody lies…

They wrap up all of the dysfunction…
Hide secrets deep behind their eyes…

Always standing in the shadows…
Sending messages to your ears…

Projecting from a cold dark place…
And preying on all your worst fears…

Telling you what they want you to hear…
Always force feeding you their version…

As you swallow with a pinch of salt…
They’re looking for the next diversion…

But they’ve failed to communicate…
To each and every single…

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About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on August 16, 2017, in Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Excellent.. And so so true. Thank you for sharing Ben..

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  2. I’m also glad you shared this. Excellent poem.

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  3. Ben, these reblogs and you related headers are great!

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