Aspect
With a nervous tick
I mumble the truth I can't admit
Shoved it into the recesses of my mind
With the rest of the distresses I hope to never find
Isolating from even myself
To protect my mental health
It was clear even when I was young
That integrating my shadow had to be done
This negative side of me is so empty
There's neither friend nor enemy
An aspect of absent affect
Taking away my ability to connect
My guise a hooded figure
A void for a face to remember
Our Dream
Civilization is built on desire
We transform it through our will
When monuments fall and systems collapse
It is our psyche taking action to fulfill
Our collective dream
The world will always be a reflection of this
Unfortunately, the world isn’t moral
Everything that exists is competing
And so, we are in constant quarrel
To achieve our dream
Anger preludes change
It is realization and motivation
Directed, it leads to transformation
Otherwise, to devastation
Of our dream
Dreams will often go unrealized
Time and entropy are not to blame
Desire will always be the culprit
Since desires are prone to change
And so will our dream
#Dream #Poetry #Change
I like the way you think
To rest at the zenith of society.
I embraced piety.
At least that's what they think.
Decieving the public.
Pretending to be rustic.
It seems they don't like to think.
Spread my image far and wide.
Tell them I can bring a simpler time.
Is what I want them to think.
My critics don't like the truth.
They don't care about the elders or the youth.
I know that's what you think.
They cannot stop me, I have all the power.
If they dissent, who cares. The world is ours.
I like the way you think.
#poetry
What is worth?
I think often of what it means to have worth
Is it something acquired through birth
Is it something acquired through bitter work
Am I only valued for what I can do
This seems to be somewhat true
Is this why we always want something new
A golden cup has different values
To some, its show of wealth
To others, a necessity to health
The poor would trade it for cash
The wealthy would fill it fast
But, it's still a cup
Is either wrong for their choice
Both seem reasonable in their decision
There were just different options in their vision
#Worth #Poetry
Stones Throw
I stared across the lake at dusk
Hoping answers would emerge from its depths
A still lake was all I found
Furious, I threw rocks
To break the lakes silence
My efforts met with a muffled sound
I threw more and more
A storm of stone
To hear her reply
Fatigued from frustration
Respite was needed
From a plan gone awry
Perhaps one day I’ll hear her answer
Or, at least,
A ripple will reach me
Nesci
Night was the best time to move around the city. Our outposts were hidden well in the city of Nesci but entering them without being noticed was too difficult. Very few people could roam the streets after dark once the new government took effect. Still the darkness couldn’t completely conceal our movements. Sentries patrolled the area regularly and citizens were encouraged to report anyone seen outside. If I wasn’t careful, I would become one of the deserters that “freely” left the city.
Months ago, we received information on were the deserters went once they left the city. We were initially told that they simply couldn’t handle the luxury and decadence granted to all our people. They viewed us a hedonistic, lazy, and amoral so they left us to rot in paradise. This seemed so crazy to everyone. How could someone not want paradise? Still at the top of our societies code was the ability for everyone to make their own choices and so they were allowed to leave. We found their new town, Galtra, a couple hundred miles away hidden in a forest.
Our scouts revealed photos and videos of the deserters stripped down, covered in bruises, if they were lucky. Others were strapped to wooden pillars, hanging lifeless while a small group dressed in ornate robes chanted, feasted and then set fire to the pillar. The rest of the deserters were forced to watch and cheer on. The ones to weak to participate would be the next on the pillar.
They were being forced to build the products and process materials to be sold for our city. They were the reason we could live so happily. What’s worse is that they didn’t leave freely. They were tricked into believing that a better world was out there by the Government.
A separate group was formed to convince people hard work, diligence, fighting through adversity would eventually bring them to a better place. Anyone who believed in this groups were considered mentally unfit. To help them, they were sent to Nesci’s mental health facilities for therapy. The therapists used subtle suggestive mind tricks to fool people into leaving the city. We now had the evidence we needed to show the citizens the truth.
After hours of slowly moving through the city I was able to enter one of the outposts. The morning news would be airing soon. We hacked into the system months ago and created a way for us to stream our own broadcast to them. They would finally know the truth.
The show began. The hosts began to celebrate our 100 years of prosperity when the videos of Galtra were played on every tv, computer, and device in the city. No one was free from its horror. The world went quiet. Too quiet. The only sounds throughout the city were the sounds of beatings, horrific screams of people set ablaze and the machines used in the video. The air held a malevolent aura. One the citizens of Nesci forgot was possible.