So many times I don’t know it’s there
Sadness
trapped in my body
Despair
a forward fold and then
the tears
Walking up his driveway
I knock on his door
He gives me an adjustment
and I cry some more
He made me still, then a sudden crack
and woah
Didn’t know it was stuck like that
The body holds what the mind won’t
The mind’s got tricks
The body don’t
The mind escapes
But the body knows
The Body Knows
It’s just Fear, I tell myself
The dynamics of my own mind
Keeping me in the tall glass tower
Thunderous Fear words booming through my flimsy glass walls
Shaking me
Threatening breaking me
All the fishes in the pond below have gone
They done swam away
‘Cause Fear had His say
And I have to admit that I’m afraid
Ego petrified
Exposed through these glass walls
Do they see me?
Will they eat me?
Or hate me?
Or beat me?
Or treat me like a leper?
What insult will be thrown my way today?
How will I be maligned —
Vomited on by a Better Kind
Oh, the sad dynamics of my own mind
It’s just Fear I say
Just Fear so you can either
Walk out the tall glass door or stay
It’s just a choice you make
With crumbs of food in my trembling hands
I close the door behind me and feed the fishes
Calling to them,
“There, there, “ I say, “It is safe.”
It was just Fear.
Oh, what a Mister —
The virile Twister
Spinning stories like the wise old Spinster
Who could play this game using any name
Cause that’s how it goes
When you invented the game
Though between you and me…?
He goes by The Trickster —
Ejaculating his Fabricating
On all your best reasoning
He flavors it with unbeatable seasoning
You won’t win his game of conniving treason-ing
The original Devil — a black-hat magician
His slight-of-hand steals cognition
No matter man, nor child
Nor politician
He’ll play you out for his own recognition
Your body his violin for sin
Your mind merely a token to win
And let me tell you
He always wins
He weaves through your very own mind
Using techniques you helped him find!
Unknowingly, the puppet — you hand over your strings
To the man with the horns ‘stead of the girl with the wings
And he plays you and he plays you –
And good God – how you sing!
‘Til slowly you learn – he will twist
Anything
There is only one way to steal back your cognition
Know when He’s talking and make it your mission
To discern Truth from Tricking
Then refuse…
To Listen
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