Collision of Minds

He closes his eyes and opens it,
Closes his eyes and opens it,
The dark empty space or the current blues,
Isn’t there a different choice?
He knew closing his eyes is futility,
Temporary,
Elusive,
Closes his eyes and opens it,
But the black space changes into a white story,
Now he closes his eyes and opens it,
Momentary bliss comes with casualties.

Caught up in an Iraq,
A Somalia,
A Palestine,
A war one finds relief in a second of peace,
One man’s mind,
A universe of its own,
There is no saying what is and what is not,
For if you haven’t realized,
That, that is the epitome of man,
A man is either in open,
Or closed within his own,
With barricades all around him,
Surrounding him,
Enveloping him,
Which blinds him and ties him,
He talks in things, within his boundaries.

Now that’s annoying,
Infuriating,
Disappointing,
They are the majority,
What use is democracy?
Mainstream madness,
Made its monarchy,
Popular beliefs circulate the society,
Ruling and conquering,
What’s left of the minority.

Clearly clergy is not really,
Talking, and taking overly enticing,
Talking and taking, speaking and mesmerizing,
I am caught up in the moment,
Caught up in the moment I fail to see,
Collision of worlds,
Of men with words,
Using mercenaries,
Machineries,
Destroying those to gain worthy,
The people cheer in oblivion,
Too busy to think,
In desire.


Self destructing,
Penetrating within,
Deeper and deeper,
The minds become cheaper and cheaper,
Polluted and wasted,
No longer needed,
Time is given,
Still nothing transpires,
The flute is blown,
“POOF” it disappears.