Endless Games Poem by Louie Levy

We do have are ways to not open doors nor
feel the raps upon our masked coverings
Lately, I feel as if purpose has detoured and
now lay wasted along with vast remains that have
steadily been buried and forgotten by deafened
minds and brain damaged, denial.

There have been changes that have me upset,
without concern for controversy.

Damned of them-selves
are some whom reflect evil and contaminate beauty.
When all interaction is at our own threshold
Just how to react, is a major strategy or one for
the inevitable demise, in-secured with fool's gold
aged of decaying retirement -

Having lived in an Arena, built of invisible walls
Spectators, faceless, oblique and hovering
Positioning for a ghostly vantage point -

Staged;

Audience Participation,

Contestants;

Peace Versus War

Louie Levy
Midnight
08.02.2009




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