Residing In

Order and chaos.
The blessing, the bane.
Feelings of life that
can never be tamed.
Electrical shock
that must keep
moving on.

Believing in the immaterial.
Feelings that belie the real
society expounds. A point
was reached so very long ago.
Wisdom lost in intellect
that had nowhere to go.
Hearts atrophied, supposedly
to grant some greater good
that never happens.

Philosophers that can't agree
on any interaction. As if
the blasphemies had come alive.
Yet another war within a zone
that long sought peace. While
all the sinners live within an ease
of life that makes them soft
and sworn to some degree.

For all too long, the change
was atrophied. Bidden to
abstain in a repression
that was turned in time
into the great denial
of depression. As if
expression of the heart
and soul were mute.

Order and chaos.
The blessing, the bane.
Feelings of life
that can never be tamed.
Electrical shock
that must keep
moving on.

What are we now...?
Cowed by fear they turned
to terrorism. Enchanted by
a host of powers reeking of
mere human minds possessed.
Their demons come into
our homes, our nests.
Residing in the emptiness
we feel...

? Michaelette ?

12/06/04
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