Spirit Killers ~ #Poetry by @Tashtoo
Today, Brian Miller has gifted us with a seeing third eye. There is magic at work at the pub today, as we embrace our gift, to see what, until now, has remained hidden. The forces that run the world are often unseen, but dVerse is changing all that. Come on over, pull up your favorite bar stool, and have a read of some of the most amazing poets to be found on the web. Their brilliant word weaving is truly magical, and I consider myself most honored to be able to share my words with them.
Spirit Killers
You feel them before you see them,
even when the veil is lifted.
They walk amongst us, hungry
disguised as mothers, fathers
family, friends
their poison knows no blood line.
Their loyalty rests only with themselves
plunderers of fortunes
mercenaries of unseen devils
waiting to suck all that is good
from the world
They covet, destroy
hurt, maim
with condescending words
false gestures of kindness
traps laid to ensnare
They feed upon all that is good
bringing their wrath down upon man
depression, doubt, hate, self-loathing
an absence of hope
and they know
without hope,
you have nothing.
They dwell in houses of man
with soft evening light
pouring forth into darkness
from warm window panes
where they congregate
planing the demise
of all that is good
They are the Marys, the Bobs and the Janes
They are our bankers, our clergy, our teachers
They steal the spirit of a child
quicker than anything
they hunger for the innocence
the purity
the love
They hunger for the power that comes with destruction
For if they are never to know happiness
then no one will know happiness.
You can see them you know, if you really look
Their own eyes are dead...lifeless....soulless
and you will know when you see them,
to run
run as fast as you can
before you are left feeling worthless, unloved
unworthy.
This is the goal
This is the purpose
This is the Spirit Killer.
Spirit Killers
You feel them before you see them,
even when the veil is lifted.
They walk amongst us, hungry
disguised as mothers, fathers
family, friends
their poison knows no blood line.
Their loyalty rests only with themselves
plunderers of fortunes
mercenaries of unseen devils
waiting to suck all that is good
from the world
They covet, destroy
hurt, maim
with condescending words
false gestures of kindness
traps laid to ensnare
They feed upon all that is good
bringing their wrath down upon man
depression, doubt, hate, self-loathing
an absence of hope
and they know
without hope,
you have nothing.
They dwell in houses of man
with soft evening light
pouring forth into darkness
from warm window panes
where they congregate
planing the demise
of all that is good
They are the Marys, the Bobs and the Janes
They are our bankers, our clergy, our teachers
They steal the spirit of a child
quicker than anything
they hunger for the innocence
the purity
the love
They hunger for the power that comes with destruction
For if they are never to know happiness
then no one will know happiness.
You can see them you know, if you really look
Their own eyes are dead...lifeless....soulless
and you will know when you see them,
to run
run as fast as you can
before you are left feeling worthless, unloved
unworthy.
This is the goal
This is the purpose
This is the Spirit Killer.
Comments
~laurie
I love the end. It took my emotions and sat them down for a good talk. Well done.
http://themslvh.wordpress.com/2011/07/27/spare-the-rod-please/
you write beautifully my friend
Starkly true but poetically put - great.
and they live not in others, but in us as well.
thanks for sharing your wonderful thoughts ~
...'bankers, our clergy, our teachers
They steal the spirit of a child
quicker than anything'
they hunger for the innocence'
'They hunger for the power that comes with destruction'
'For if they are never to know happiness
then no one will know happiness.'
Wow Natasha think you painted a serious indictment on society and it's evils ~ tempting with the proverbial carrot luring into their web of lies but with a smiling face ~ but too late to escape ~ happiness is destroyed and only misery to be endured ~ you nailed every nuance and sinewed avenue one may be tempted to travail ~ packed with empty promises ~ flipping excellente Tash ~ epic
all the drama out there. You can
see em walking across the room.
Honest and true writing.
Very good expression here,
and with a kind voice. Thanks.
a very tight and biting piece. nicely done!
thank you!
This is such a powerful poem, with a great rhythm too. But it's the words at its centre that forced me to focus... "they steal the spirit of a child"... that would be almost terminally sad, if true, and were it not for a strong parental (and grandparental) resolve to protect them from 'corporate slavery' for as long as I have breath, and for the fact that, though we like to cast them as demons, we know they are not really shape-shifters; there are human beings deep inside them somewhere.