Careful Little Eyes

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***I must warn the reader that my poem, though it may seem odd, is very well constructed and even has hidden passages in it if you catch them. The grammar is correct in the context in which I am using it. Constructive critics are welcomed of course, however, please know if my punctuation or spelling seems off, please be mindful and remember I am using poetic license for such actions. Perhaps it is for the reader to take note and extra care with that passage of verse. With that being said, please, welcome to my parlor. I think even Dante would be proud of this one. *** Sitting, the Matrix presented a Concrete Jungle. Thousands of people Condensed into a wild society. Some leaders of the world. Some simply angels As beggars’ on the streets. I watch; see. Welcomed to a world most Can not; Do not; Are not: Chosen to see. Feeling the pain the blood left from the Glock Shot in the night As Harlem crying baby’s now Live in Brooklyn Thinking life is better On the other side of the Bridge. Over the water, through the trees. Still: body’s float the same in The East Tidal Straight That flows to Long Island with out Recognition or Sound. By the plain I did come To this Alice in Wonderland box Of sick, Twisted, Exquisite, Frail, Beauty. Seeing the Underworld Raising the bar With in As Death looms With The Undivided Near Existence: Life we have. As the daily ticker tapes Pass Whole normal 3rd world countries, As the price on their head is higher when Served cold. Hands; Minds; Hearts: Watch the heartland Never knowing never really to see the slight of hand That has been exposed to me In the Original City of Superlative, Luxury For only a few can see with in the veil the realm with in. We are the Original Garden. The Magickal Unseen. 48 hours in A day With Time Square Ticking Away in a mediocrity of passive aggressive Terminal Illness that will eat like a cancer Until the sin has Spread in rooted tree. Starting, with a simple dream of a lady See Much like Merlyn being lead To the side of Lancelot rather than Seeing the son I came by way of the plain The heartbeat of the unseen. In dreams Simple sugar plum thoughts Visions of rainbows these Dreams… Slumber now; wonder true. What has this poem to do with you? For I only write what the muses want me to seek. For there are miles to go before I finish the reap. I came by the plain, Tis true, but the apple poisoned me, now tis time for you. Careful little eyes what you know, As the slight of hand is your Freedom foe.