Chrysalis
In unstoppable glide we move in the evolution
of us.
Most unaware, some are, of the malevolent
mugging.
A mugging and murder of untold millions, by cowards,
down low and hidden high.
Sneaking roots from their hives slithered about over years,
trespassing history while writing futures,
burning lives for their coffers without conscience,
so utterly aware.
Inbred and bred for this, born of trusts and funds,
feeding on the souls of all creators,
building steeples, witch's hats on holy houses used to dupe.
The sloths of high and mighty, the society of sorcery and soulless
sold.
They murdered minds with false history, and poisoned
the bodies that followed.
Queens and Kings sat fat and sallow, drooling wine of coronations
and squeezing subject’s wounds from prior punishments.
Brothers and sisters inter sexed, coupling poison semen and warping sallow eggs.
They are perverted trees of families taking countries to war,
and killing the futures of worthy stock, while burping in their comfortable sleep. Waking in afternoons, after another night,
after all, this is their creation, silt, rubbed from worthless flesh of theirs, soiling sheets their only toil.
The bastards built tea pot domes, shook dirty hands while sucking cigars,
and raised the bar of thievery against millions of their bosses.
They stole because they could, they lied to find their way in, they stepped over and on
the honest few.
The monarchy went covert as the web went all over, sticky across our lives
arriving home after birth.
Slave certificates signed us away, wardens of the states, earners for our inter bred keepers. The remoras attached until the casket’s hold had us,
down into the ground, while they sifted through remains.
Filthy theater every fourth year, by then our memories deadened. Profits and promises filled pockets empty.
Some twisted knives in the backs of infrequent truth, whores of redundancy, but it’s all they were bred to do,
and their practice made perfect for them.
And,
during this age of usury, and the bludgeoning of spirits, a chrysalis began to form in the deepest recesses of wombs.
New generations grew restless,
questioned the rented air,
schools for the mentalities of herds.
The ashes of past generations spiraled
within the vortex of time, souls of indigos
returned to arm minds and expose the chains.
Each birth chipped the armor of the mammoth.
The new minds were cast off,
unable to fit the molds of the clearinghouse.
They floundered, gasping for survival,
sometimes suiciding thinking their births
were mistaken in the lands of manipulation.
Still others fought on from the corners of their own success.
With truth as witness, they worked against the
the steal. For every eye opened, millions more
filed by with the glaze of trance.
Revelation of the world, a paper whistle painted gold.
The useless eaters coveted their killers
and championed their impossible lives.
Salvation eluded generations, easier than animals,
never born free.
But,
now the evolution is upon the stupor,
exposure through the iris blinds the eye.
Everywhere control, is everywhere to be seen,
the construct of constriction is the web of its own demise.
Top heavy distortion,
the foundation,
aching under the weight of the parasite.
Us, together rising,
fluid as brilliant light in ten seas of blackness.
We are here.
Simple.
We are everywhere.
GJH 12
