THE PUPPET MASTER
In a perfect world
below conscious thought
he molds the plastic
gives it life
death walking among us.
He styles the locks just right
so appealing, deceptive,
Eyes enchanting, lying
mesmerizing
he walks among us.
Undressing pure thought
revealing syncronistic babble
the walls go up
the buildings fall down
he sits among us.
Black night, white light
reshaped to conform to ash
blown away into everlasting
decreed it to be so
he rules among us.
Happy endings given, not real
a mist of betrayal, hidden
inevitable choices, freely taken
given to the unworthy
he closes our eyes among us.
6:14 PM 7/29/2006
The Puppet Master
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Ann Bingham
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"I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together." 
It is only when the high tide of ignorance subsides are all the islands revealed to be actually peninsulas of the one great mainland. The puppet master is both the puppet and hand. Nice write, Ann.
lenny
It is only when the high tide of ignorance subsides are all the islands revealed to be actually peninsulas of the one great mainland. The puppet master is both the puppet and hand. Nice write, Ann. lenny
None of us ever gets anything we don't either need or deserve. Dry those liquid emotions and move on.
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