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time to go

By B.I. Kukla
hieroglyphs, symbols, myths
float around in the awesome shell of time
hiding your tie-dyed dress of spirit
your eyes look so innocent
even with man-made blue shadows underneath
leopard skin is your sadness though, you
hold hands with no one
hold warmth for no future
hold grudges forever
ten years, fifteen, twenty
scoops of time gone rotten
your soul got food poisoned decades ago
disloyal to heavens
disloyal to earth
disloyal to yourself
how far have you gone
in treating yourself to a rollercoaster of feelings
how high
how low
how fast
you want to die?
healing is for those living in the presence of God
narrow minds go on a highway to hell
a place where there is always
more greed for the envious
new TV shows for the feeble minds
new spasms for foot soldiers of death
trends of oblivion, waves of forgetfulness
screams of momentary gratitude killed by another fall
silence of hope
sarcasm of power hunger
do you still want to be a heroine for the hopeless?
giving out cranberries and prunes to the dying dogs?
don't you know that they bite the hand that feeds them?
do you still want to know what is that
rectangle with five sides
uneven
unveiled
unwanted mystery
of mini universe on a plate of sarcasm
served in jelly of time
to your one-sided mind?

then the alarm rings
there is gruesome news of freedom
coming from above
where will our control panels be?
where will our slaves go?
what will become of our fortresses?
and power plants?
servers? assets?
hidden resorts?
our sanctuaries of lust?
what will become of our champions
managers of greed
stallions of deception
bankers of hopes and dreams?
large doses of pride will not do
massive quantities of self-love
left souls so utterly undone

you and you and you but not you

holes in your shoes
you walk freely
chains left behind
time?
what was it?
I’ll beat you to the healing springs
and a gazebo
in your new garden of eden

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