PUPPET MASTER.

I shape my thought.
And you begin to dance.
seamless gestures of a gilded hand
to my puppet my minds eye stays
through his life my blue eye’s haze
the world laughs and ridicules the clown
and inside I cry where shadows drown
the world has it’s joy
no strings attached
my puppet constantly reminds me of that
inner demons dance in the light
never caring what exist
or even if the puppet cry’s
cruel intentions and happen stance
wreckless voyage of fools
steeped in wonderous spools
make my world unite and collide
stedfast in knowing the darkest side
ringing in sound and fluffy gowns
minds eye wonders to every town
thoughts reign in from puppets crown
laid at the feet of rivers bend
never exposed to my public dread
entreched in mental capture
working late at what is real
pulled by who’s pulling the strings
giving my heart
serving the puppet master
trying to not get hung on my own strings
obey your master

  • Silence *…I kill you!!!

TAYLOR JORDAN
2011

PUPPET MASTER.

TaylorJordan

Joined March 2011

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In life we find ourselves entrapped by society. And sometimes we wonder… who really pulls the strings.

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