The Song and the Master

I sang a song

You probably heard it wrong

Something other than it

Was intended to be

Perhaps the meaning was elusive

Or your critique rather abusive

But the song

Still broke free

The chandelier began to shatter

Stirring up quite the chatter

As the song

Made its way through

All the people were shocked

Thought they were being mocked

Yet heard something

Familiar and true

They sat out The Dance

Didn’t take a chance

Being told

It wasn’t worth their while

Master says what’s acceptable

Upright & quite respectable

So they just

Shut the fuck up and smile

Yes, the song caused a scene

Pulled their eyes from each screen

They looked around

And couldn’t believe

How the faces they saw

Were unfiltered and raw

Unlike what they were

Accustomed to see

Those “hearts” they wanted

Were not there when confronted

A tinge of feeling

Rather insecure

The song passed their feet

Lifting them off each seat

As they each made their way

To the floor

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Les Projections Mentales

Mindful chassés Amidst quixotic skirmishes Riding abstract waves - En pointe flourishes Disciplined glissandos Along illumined keys Measured tremolos Vibrating Gaia's seas Orchestrated precision Whirlpools twist Nature's decision At the turn of a wrist Enigmatic code Manifests intention From Water's abode Emerges dimension - J. Sadler

Insatiable Appetites

Do you think me pleased? Why should I be? How can I hide My wrath from thee? I cannot fit your meter My rhythm rules to-day. Your snub-nosed convention Is repugnant anyway. Why do I keep giving These People a chance To realize they are performers In a malignant dance? I keep thinking they'll learn To stretch their narrow views Yet their ears are closed. What is the use? Do you really think Nothing matters in the end? Are my words meaningless? Wisdom dissolves in The Wind. And so ere it goes. From Age to Age. You'd think you'd learned your History Yet you can't even bear one Page. So now off I go Once again to the underground. All of these fucking imbeciles Mindlessly prancing around. Annihilation is their guide. That's the nature of the Beast - Listening to bloodthirsty maniacs They long for their feast. You think you possess The Eye of Eternity? You are blindfolded By your own merciless depravity! You take your aim Through the scope of the sniper. Merrily you go...

Gestalt Fingerspitzengefühl

Breeching Cosmic- Chambers Shrouded Beneath Being Destiny Burrows Tunnels Quantum- Leaping Embodied Kronos Whispers Command Salient Dimension Emerges Abstract Purpose- Yielding Conducted Footsteps Unmarked Singularity Becomes Totality -J. Sadler

The Abyss

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