There began ever increasing
Social codes
Codes of conduct
Policed by each other
Isolating the dissenters
And promoting the followers
Cults began their rapid ascension
Hate cults
Fear cults
Separation cults
Control cults
And secrecy grew
As honesty was lost
For it was Fear who said
Honesty could not be shared.
(part XX)
I’ve handwritten hate notes
From left to right,
Memorized verbiage
And recited it (in vain).
But every time your
Sorceress’s purple slash
Glowing culdron green hair
Circles around my mind
And escapes in little
Involuntary gasps,
I remember your name
And speak kindly of love
We never shared,
Of memories we never bothered
To sculp. For time,
Like lost memories,
Has slipped between our footsteps,
Taking our visages
Out from in front of
Ten foot windows
To Leave our strange encounters
Reflecting like
Clouds in this cold sky.
The eyes of desire
The pursuit of deceit
The longing romance
The hate of an enemy
The benign qi
The solitary zen
The journey begun
The path long run
The light at the end
The goal of the day
The challenge set forth
The inner demand
The kiss on the cheek
The late night ring
The dream all alone
The number in red
The waking hour of thought
The song of the dance
The tune of the heart
The first romance
The price on the tag
The numbers on the flag
The spots on surface
The seamless finish