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.
You feel them before you see them,
even when the veil is lifted.
They walk amongst us, hungry
disguised as mothers, fathers
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
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
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
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,
run as fast as you can
before you are left feeling worthless, unloved
This is the goal
This is the purpose
This is the Spirit Killer.