Secrets

They enter you, just when you are not looking.
They seek you out, just when you finally let
your defense down. Are they your friends -
or have they really come to steal your sanity
away...?

The years of practiced defense still don't matter.
Their mystery of  power lies in reaction.
Find a tiny crack and pry it open to get in.
Then laugh as yet another ordered world
breaks down and starts to spin within
your altered version of their brain.

Who is it now that still refuses to let go...?
Acquaintance, friend, or family -
the distance is much lesser than you think.
Their newest entertainment is to drive you
yet again over the brink.

Age is not important here; nor wisdom ever
offered. The games they play are made
to ever alter any steadiness you've gained.
Off balance. That is what they seek.
To drive you to a point where you must
fall over the brink. No matter what
they said, it never was about a loving
heart to them.

Facts, they call them. Turn around, and
watch the facts all change. Consistently,
they rearrange just what we used to know.
Rational - they call those painful blows
that they keep marketing to us in realms
subliminal and thus, below the belt.
Just enough to keep us all off balance.
The secrets that they keep become the base
of all the power that offends the one real need.

Learn instead to heed your higher power.
Personal and intimate, it lives in you alone.
Soul - it is the essence that we seek.
The heart of love was never really meek -
and yet it never tries to bring you down.
The voices that abound within your head
are not all yours. Inside you, in your inner
ear - the tone is of all essence. Yours or
theirs - have you come to recognize the
difference in the tone and pitch - e'en yet?

This is not an easy task.
High or low, or slightly out of pitch...?
They enter you, just when you are not looking.
They seek you out, just when you finally
let your defense down. Are they your friends -
or have they really come to steal your sanity
away again...?

The choice is yours
to struggle through -
for no one else can ever really
tell you what to do -
no matter all the ways in which
they try to force your hand.
Not now that you
begin to understand.

Secrets - ever entering into you,
just when you are not looking.
Listen to the whispering you hear,
until the tones have all come clear
in you...

? Michaelette ?

8/17/2002
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