When did you make such a decision,
to take over the mind of another?
Molding it into shape, as a plow moves the earth?
Twisting it so that both minds think alike.
That mind now has lost control, its thoughts now
belong to you.
Its opinions mean nothing, never to be heard.
This is where the danger lies.
That mind now belongs to a blind society with
madness in mind.
A robot to be led, then discarded.
It is such sadness that someone other than you
shall pay the price.
All because your decision became their decision.
A loud sound, the building shook.
"What's happening, what's happening?,"
as I stood up from my desk.
"Run," someone screamed "run!"
"Where?" I thought. My feet began to move.
Still not knowing had had happened.
I, too, joined the crowd.
Feet, pounding down the falls,
screams thundering through the air.
Lights out, I could not see,
smoke so heavy, I could not breathe.
I then stumbled, falling to the floor.
A hand reached down, helping me up.
Pulling, guiding me down the stairs.
The screaming has stopped. Where is everyone?
Where is the one who helped me as I stumbled along?
Where did we separate? Are they alone too?
"I am here, I am here," I cried to deaf ears.
My body in pain, something's weighing me down.
My thoughts turn to my loved ones,
thinking are they safe?
Why am I here, to be buried alive in a tomb of rubble?
Never shall I know when the decision was made.
One is never alone, as long as there is a reaching hand.
2 March, 2003
The deceiver is the one that's always smiling and
Whispering into your ear,
Feeding you information, guiding you into a trap of deceit.
You take in their words as an act of a friend.
You can not see there is no friendship within them.
Knowing your weakness they patiently wait,
Starting their attack from within.
You find yourself surrounded in trouble.
It then gathers, together like moisture on the leaf of a vine.
Why you ask?
Think; who is better than the one you call your friend
To bring such troubles into your life?
All I can say is, back far away from this so-called friend.
Treat the friend as you would treat all strangers.
Their face will surely become visible,
Because others have seen their face, long before you.