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)
Like lightning, truth descended,
Flapping lightly as she landed
Upon an altar I had cleaned for her.
Her honesty changed me,
Her beauty held me,
Her eyes led me
Into a heart that I was.
Wings are my lightness,
Peace is my soaring,
Freedom is my voice
That extends like horizon.
I crumple into random acts of sincerity.
“Who are you hollering at?” I said,
Half past the guilty and looking down the road at
Honesty.
Did an Angel touch your shoulder gentle-like?
I felt a slight flutter
In a whirlwind of forever,
Dancing in my opera house memory.
Hold onto you like it is you,
And if it is you be you.
And your swords
Heel’t by the pressures of oath
Forcing thought from mind
Into duty, sworn and bred
~
It is here where deceit grows
Amongst the cobwebs of freedom
Faith of the free
Growing dissonance
~
But straightened backs
And freshly pressed regalia
Adorned with pride and service
Calm thy boiling blood
~
Hindered with loathe
Confidants biding their time
In halls of betrayal
Seething with ego
Unnatural betrayal hidden
Behind blind eyes of service
Suckling the easy tit of
Mephistopheles
~
While memories float frequently
Between graying hairs
And balding victories
Scavenging the lands of truth
Relying on honor
A choice and a path
Not a reason or calling
But inward honesty
~
Though demons fight unceasingly
Through hushed dark corridors
Escape routes of the squeamish
Icicles of setting winter
~
Until the end remains clear
Ancient avenues of chestnut trees
Above the family crypt
History sleeps as change begins
Your honesty is overwhelming when you walk away like that
Here I am pouting, you talk on your phone
Clearly I’m demanding attention from you, mom
Clearly you’re not interested, lame bastard I am
These marks on my being will forever be scarred
I cannot forget them, ingrained in my conscience
I will grow old and remember with contempt and disdain
Perhaps not this moment, but many like it will come
Mother, please help me
I need your kind patience
Help me to find it
What will make me a man
Then in my pastime
When idle and old
I’ll remember you fondly
As a good mother should be