Posted in Poetry, Recovery, Writing

SMOKE SCREENS

The message is in the picture
But you can't see the deeper meaning
You only focus on the surface
You only see the smoke screening

Treasures hidden in books 
The common fool will never find
He's more concerned with looks
It's matter over mind

So let me take him on a journey
Let me give him a mindset
I know it's so sinister
But he'll never understand it

I'll lead him off of his course
All I need is something pretty
So appeasing to his eyes
I'll make big issues seem petty

Now I have him trapped
But let me make it cozy for a while
I'll invite seduction in
Make gnashing teeth seem like smiles

He doesn't realize what he's gotten into
How can he be so blind
So fascinated with the lifestyle
Now it's time to attack his mind

I'll invite in oppression 
I'll consult with depression
I'll lead him into witchcraft
By way of pharmaceutical transgressions

Oh no, here comes those 12 Steps
An expose' of his insanity
Recovery kicked out pride
But his favorite sin is VANITY

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Son of a preacher. College graduate in Mass Communications. Photographer. Writer. Creative. Innovative. Lyricist. Child of God. Lion Hearted Lamb. Addict.

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