Communication 82

your prison

your prison is the skin,

your eye a hole the light creeps in

in your body, disease lays waiting

hearts and minds deteriorating,

I am your prison,

you are my reason

to make a break

to make my escape

Communication 81

don’t stay frightened

my hips are at right angles, yours curve left       

I can feel your pulse race as we hold our breath,

the fear it’s passing through our veins  

our soul, it shatters but the spirit remains

Communication 80

Here lies a soldier

Firmly rooted he stands alone

in his forest of quiet nurture,

standing tall a wooden throne

once stood below the elder.

A sapling survivor from thorough day,

his branch an undue perch,

his ancestors, a remaining few,

the oak, the silver birch.

Communication 79

post war bliss:

subproject 3

this terror in my head wont heal,

stripping away the layers like orange peel

my broken memories I’ve not forgotten,

periodically scratching riddles on the wall,

with no recollection of what I’m driven to drawn

gentle persuasion through electroshock

caused my mind to shift ………………………

I’m walking a black path illuminated poorly

by the remnants of LSD and tranquilizers

an unwilling participant for those that stood before me

restrictive isolation - telltale signs of sleep deprivation,

senses severely dulled due to repeated exposure to

varied nerve gases, project ‘Artichoke’

mind control of the masses ………………………

a mind vulture,

MK ULTRA ………………… 

Communication 78

Plummeting

this fledgling fell fast through life’s passage 

 careering toward a point in time he’d keep

he held tight to what he forged through courage

 poised with the posture of a saint he reached 

toward another he believed he could teach