Been Conversing with the Devil, you say?

Our future relies on what we do & say today,
what we keep & what we give away,
playing harmless head games amongst ourselves
passing time in a most peculiar way

And it’s an easy leap to reach the next level,
peeling back layer upon layer of complaints,
revealing the inner core of our existence
in a unified individuality of a spotless plot

Pointless acts of aggression divide the many,
motivated to equate folly with an excess of loss,
planting seeds of malcontent with the status quo
waiting for the chance to reacquaint oneself with The Fates

Escaping the mundane is not a viable option, no matter its due,
some days are tedious, like it or not, so stand ready to pause,
for progress comes slow or fast, constructed to last
and we are sequentially challenged to act our part

Ideally we’ll rally for a common cause,
each unit acting as component parts of a mature whole,
stretching the truth to fit the sculptor’s mold of society
with all the significance of a warm day in Hell
[composed in the waiting room for the Psychiatrist & a new script]

Ulterior Motives

Ill-equipped for failure,
plummeting headlong into the abyss
where daemons & champions coexist
and friendships & loyalties turn hit or miss

The heart screams with discontent,
“help me, please, help me!”
for I’m in a rut, thinking of eternal mystery
where even the blind can see
the comings & goings of war & peace
timed according to need
while gods hear the common-most plea
“saints be praised, redeem me!”
for nothing is as it seems