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Sanitarium society

You meet them, 
Incumbents for the public -- 
Men suited in blue, black, gray, over the years
Faces that smile benevolently,
Soulless beneath veneered facades, 
Eyes smiling, ice-cold, calculating,
On whose tongues silken words emanate, 
Mesmerizing tones to ones ears...
Seeking to feed you sanctimonious morality.
Men who bury veracity in obscurity, 
Baubles that, if unclothed in light of day
Burn with the heat of disclosure.
You heed
How they preached an art
Practiced in the corridors of power,
Justification of their unholy alliance, 
Suppression of fact 
For it is not in the public interest 
This can of worms wriggles, 
Threatening to open before them --
And you listen and watch,
Absorbed by the jaws of schematization,
Inlaid with ambiguity over time...
Tormented in spirit,
Licking wounds, beliefs-dismembered in surgical precision, 
Weary and opposed, you publish truth beliefs --
And still the Jackals nip your heals in deceit, 
Disguised to cleanse the brotherhoods.
And you...
You find you are expendable,
Classified a war-causality waged in deceit and deception.
These religious men of repute, 
Captive of thirty piece of silver --
In their hands you place mistaken trust,
The doctor, the surgeon, the lawyer, the politicians accountants;
Nonetheless 
You dance with the devils in the sanitarium society.
And when one in status falls 
Another rises takes their place
You wonder, 
In whose hands can you place credence?
Surely not in men 
Arrayed in blue black and gray.

© deBarnes August. 1999

Kangaroo

i am Australia
land of bloodred sands
mountain's- wide open plains

living my structured life-

i blend unseen
forage for food
down nature's dream-

i have lived your brutality
i neither fear- nor hate
accuse or forgive

more wounded than ire-

your fumes rise
choking you continually

when you destroy yourself-

who shall work?
in your glazed towers-

live in your emptiness.

© deBarnes July. 1999

Beyond the iris

In her eyes I saw
eternity,
wisdom beckoning me.
Beyond the iris  
her soul floating,
drawing me near,
deeper 
into the knowledge,
we merge as one. 
And in the infinite
bonding of our souls
the universe is awakened.

© deBarnes August. 1999 

Mirrored illusion

The chamber came to rest

spilling flesh,

in a rush

the tide swept by, mirrored

in illusion;

racing to the point, infinity,

where nothing matters:

Ascent decent, who know?

Encased

in reflection, the tomb

doors close,

with the hiss of a snake

waiting,

Inevitable upon a touch.

© deBarnes October. 1999 -5

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