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Ban Rend-Style Movies
The walking paces of sightless souls holds hostage my consciousness,
With dim yellow hue and violent flushing eye; they, a movie make.
A production of idiosyncrasies designed to entice but offer no substance,
I would very much like to believe it were a dream; played out in my mind’s darting eye.
Knowledge-a virtue; to know!
To See.
Betwixt the darkest moonless depths and fiery first lights
With the dim yellow glow blazing with inadequate radiance-an incandescent dream,
The screen leaves a pale look upon the continence and the scene blurs
“Focus!” a woman cried, for she watched-as many do-a drama like all the others
Predictable-a bane; most blasé!
Dull, yes?
O, how I have seen this play before. The protagonist-or is he the antagonist?-
Whispered such dewy words in the maiden’s ear; a verbal petting instigated for coercion.
We would believe the lies; for they draw us nearer-a heretic’s rhetoric,
A mask like thin plaster, when the eyes open and his voice stops.
A Sign,
A Play,
A Drama...
A Movie! All with a single player speaking lines heard by all-understood by some,
With no altruistic design; and a spectacular menace.
How could we watch this-be a part of his wicked propose?
Ah, yes, and if he could-he would-be the protagonist of every autobiography.
- Jarax; June 2005
The walking paces of sightless souls holds hostage my consciousness,
With dim yellow hue and violent flushing eye; they, a movie make.
A production of idiosyncrasies designed to entice but offer no substance,
I would very much like to believe it were a dream; played out in my mind’s darting eye.
Knowledge-a virtue; to know!
To See.
Betwixt the darkest moonless depths and fiery first lights
With the dim yellow glow blazing with inadequate radiance-an incandescent dream,
The screen leaves a pale look upon the continence and the scene blurs
“Focus!” a woman cried, for she watched-as many do-a drama like all the others
Predictable-a bane; most blasé!
Dull, yes?
O, how I have seen this play before. The protagonist-or is he the antagonist?-
Whispered such dewy words in the maiden’s ear; a verbal petting instigated for coercion.
We would believe the lies; for they draw us nearer-a heretic’s rhetoric,
A mask like thin plaster, when the eyes open and his voice stops.
A Sign,
A Play,
A Drama...
A Movie! All with a single player speaking lines heard by all-understood by some,
With no altruistic design; and a spectacular menace.
How could we watch this-be a part of his wicked propose?
Ah, yes, and if he could-he would-be the protagonist of every autobiography.
- Jarax; June 2005