similarly serving severity

Pacifists intention verging the synthetic generation
scorpions birthed by shame and apprehension
trust plunges into depths of drudgery
essence of purgatory, social situational irony
that the children play lost and lonely
virulent discernment or populist opulence
so we fill this hole with escapism
withdrawal into our selves within our cells
the cave of tunnel vision dividing our view
strengthening our convictions
through this divine providence
sensitizing sensory perception
to submit our field of view to the judgmental
acquisition of contentment

Planting in plain scenery
in which the children play lost and lonely
faces so familiar, priceless comfort
more so then silver, or swimming in the firmament
vertical through the desert
fragrance of fragmented absinthe
fracturing conformity inclusive absents

she thought it was sorcery
so on my tip toes i walk out of the shadows
to point out the orwellian swelling
that would embarrass the weapon
charging in without wisdom
false memories acquired attentive to celebrities
hero worship living in romantic ideals of fiction
disassociation by hysteria, directing potential energy
the opiates for the masses create false community
with a little voice of shame that passes
leaving the children to play lost and lonely

words of resistance embellished persistence
instant redemption in a can that constricts us
worry not your heart a traveling gypsy
this world is not always as it seems
from the bow docked in the harbor
we barter with banter with chase as laughter
landscape of our mind like a river meanders
less we find our self in an ocean
where each of us challenge to make a contribution

Stillness of mind beyond time
that no change can find
contentment unmanifest
the watcher shall rise
rise oh rise, this tide
that the love of the river may cry

trading our anger for humor
compassionate laughter
whole hearted effort
the watcher shall rise
rise oh rise, this tide
that the love of the other may surprise