Freddy Krueger

(Inspired by the movie Dream Scenario)

Lost in derivative experiences comprised
A pseudo collective consciousness in a world behind our eyes

Picking up on hacked signals that swell beneath in stillness as we breathe
We dream in silence louder than a whisper as our hearts unsheathe

Imagination informants whistle blowing
Monsters in the closets of an un-event
Where is all of this going?
Torn between a life of struggle or suffering the pedestal spent

Side effects of a common threat of our own humanity
Striving to balance a sense of selflessness with the turbulence of vanity

What is the purpose of the nightmare we wake up to?
Repressed visions of our inclinations divided by instinct versus virtue
Self control is the taming of another’s will to hurt you

Routine tortures work out character in the pain
Rather than moving forward with manipulation as a passing lane

Love is the taper where by we gauge our will to restrain
Our wanting on the altar of the purpose that we gain

Finding the balance
What is priority and what is subject to refine
Rough draft lives revised to realign

Lacing true connection with the divine
In the structure of our thoughts we sort it out line by line

Igniting the discovery of the void that is our mind
Knots in the gray matter beginning to unbind

Playback memories and reshape as we rewind
Learning from history to destiny entwined

The future reset from places of uncertainty redefined
Transcendence of this shell breaking to find

Close encounters of the out of body in another kind
Ripened and rotten we bear fruits from divergent roots of two different vines

Concealed consequences in the haunting of this sight behind
Masquerading navigating, discerning or tripping on land mines

Do we know or are we just best guesses at reflections made of shadows
Desperation like a cypher when reaction is the tell

In suffering we know what we truly believe
It’s a matter of what we do, not what we say to ourselves
Palpitations beating and bleeding from the sleeve

Venturing into the void
What is life and what does it mean to die
We are all of us frail and fallible
Still we continue onward as we try

Compassions reservations for the lovely and those we deem deserving
Judges dealing wrath from broken gavels demonizing the unnerving

What’s to be said of stones bias to be cast
Designated for the civil pariah
Murdering the rights, the measuring rod of the wicked class
Tell me who you deem deniable or qualified for the Messiah…