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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A philosophic poem that intimates the present state of human existence.

We're sleeping this dream called; The world paradigm,

Where all that's beheld is a product of mind.

Material ways dominate, they bring us the time,

Controlled by Magickcians of the black and white kind.


Attending to fear is the way we are caught,

Subduing the populace it regulates thought.

Then comes the media who give out whats taught,

Politicians and Preachers complete the onslaught.


Believing it all, thus none are suspect,

We have no true knowledge of its' subtle effect.

Our lives torn to pieces, our minds are a wreck,

Our words become useless, like a bounced rubber check.


Disparaging others with toungue locked in cheek,

Erroneous assumptions make us think we're unique.

Not knowing the program, or minding our speech,

Controlled by high powers who suck like a leech.


There's just so much blood that we can have let,

Whether winners or losers is not a sure bet.

Either waking or sleeping our hearts do still fret,

Being paradigm junkies, we're controlled till,

Our Death..........


  // A. T. Totaller



Submitted: July 27, 2015

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Criss Sole

Very wise... I loved it!

Mon, August 3rd, 2015 10:12am


Thank you very much Criss! I have much more - - - -I'm still a little tentative so please stand by.

Fri, August 7th, 2015 9:21am


I liked the poem, it has a lot to digest. Good message. Hopefulpengram.

Sun, August 30th, 2015 12:05pm

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