Stifled Cries

From time-to-time the stifled cries
of our most honored lies

Come spinning up from the depths
of my unconscious mind,

The closest thing to connection
with universal lives,

Whispering a compelling story
of need and greed,

Of hypocrisy that softens the mind
’till the lies succeed.

Sometimes, night or day,
as I lounge and let my mind stray,

I think of reasons and seasons,
imagination carnival reveries,

Cool clear streams, grassy lees,
deep blue skies.

Then unexpectedly, the poison streams,
deserted wasteland dreams,

As the lie says, “You need…your greed,
you need…your greed….”

–LE