Satire Poetry posted February 16, 2015 Chapters:  ...105 106 -107- 108... 

This work has reached the exceptional level
Abject thinking...

A chapter in the book A Poets Mind

Smoke and Mirrors

by Kingsland

Part one...

Wet paint, it's not a saint
Stop sign, when it's blind

Traffic cop, in the shop
Next to nothing, knows it's not

We're not here, to clear the air
Stubborn reasoning, over there

Bells that sway, along the way
Wriggle to the giggle, but don't belittle

Hair of the dog, lost in a fog
Crazy in love, a little push and shove

Green is the red part of blue, looking at you
Cain killed Abel, the first sacrificial table

It's all incoherent, broken and bent
The message sent, without recompense

The end begins again, in yesterday's din
Muse all confused, interrogated in the news

Lost but not found, a new section of renown
It's alive it's dead, walking along with our stead

The vision is cloudy, the vision is clear
It's all masked, with smoke and mirrors

Part two...

When it is , it's not
Cold, when it's hot

Tight, when it's loose
Right, when using an excuse

Left, in a conservative thought
Boisterous, on the quiet spot

So it's in, when it's out
Whispers, as it shouts

Down, when it's up
Still hungry, after it sups

Alone, in a crowded room
Going slowly, as it zooms

Its all really, smoke and mirrors
As this poem, has shredded its gears


Then when it's over and all through
As we lived in this crowded zoo
The end is just the way it all begins again
It's all just a journey that never ends...

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