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Puppetry
Long have these strings held me,
Long have they been implanted inside me.
Always have I wondered what they were as a child
Time passes by the mind matures, the strings thicken'.
Growing up looking at them you realize they move as you do.
Beginning to realize the manipulation it's a bit late, can't cut the strings.
They are overbearingly controlling,
can't cut loose
Freedom of the open door prison, can't seem to reach it.
The door closing, looking back your still in the grasp of the puppeteers.
Looking back in life you can't figure out why are they they in so deep.
Attempted force they just won't break, the thickness too strong.
Deepening ponder consumed by ecstatic wonder.
I Begun to realize the roots are those around you.
Look around, they have been implanted too
Curious as to why?, can't figure out who.
Who are the puppeteers.
Who are the puppets.
Why can't the answers be found.
Opening the eyes, widening they are, realize.
You are the puppeteer, but as they are
Puppetry continues, it can't be stopped.
By: B.K.I
Checked: R.C.I Jr.
- Title: Puppetry
- Artist: ZshadeZ1
- Description: Basically saying manipulation exists everywhere and anywhere. Whoever you are, you manipulate, you just don't see it. From every little thing you do from the twitch of your finger or toes, spoken words, your actions, EVERYTHING is a form of control of which is manipulation. It doesn't matter if you see it or not, it is happening. I am not suggesting it is all done on purpose or is intentional. First poem.
- Date: 12/31/2010
- Tags: puppetry
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