Heed The Cause

We live in a world of
Incubation
Hiding inside our masks,
While buried in a matrix
Of dreams,
Fantasy
Illusion...?

A matrix
Of broken identity,
Resentment,
Greed,
Guilt,
Opportunity,
Make believe.

A play in motion
A play so out of sight,
Even the actors
Is part of a fool’s arena of flesh
And gold bars.

Contemplation becomes a closet,
A bottomless think tank,
And ignorance survives.

Who are these people
Screaming to a sea of madness?

Are we merely here
As an attraction?
Diversion?

Evil and death clouds
Assemble the witness table,
A jury with no end!
A matrix in
Disguise.

“We’ve been played!”
Acceptance turns to
Dust…
Reality ejaculates prematurely,
It soon disappears.
A graveyard is full,
Ghost everywhere chant,
Tombstones have no meaning.
A brain fart in the distance becomes real….

Sergio Lewis ©
2007/2008

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Sergio Lewis is a poet and owner of Sergio Lewis Body Shop, vice president of the EPISD board of trustees, and a fan of Jim Morrison, Rimbaud, Tom Waits and Danzig.