It is invisible, a translucent skin to life,
A shell of awareness observing every thought, every deed, every notion
In control of each emotion; aware and dangerous
Like a deadly virus swimming in the electrical sea of sub-consciousness
An anvil on which punishment or reward can be created,
can be moulded or modified ...
The bringer of pain or pleasure
An imitator of conscience ... a generator of desire
A craftsman with keys which has access to every recess of consciousness
A puppeteer with dark intention, riding thoughts with ease ...
Controlling the child, influencing freewill if it were a trusted friend
A silent voice there in the back of the mind, familiar now,
Operant conditioner ensuring it is accepted like a faultless advisor
An awareness fuelled by the darkest intent reaping chaos on a whim
Cracking biochemical whips to punish when it doesn’t get its way.
A mountain the adult cannot climb, the tumour-like thoughts too deep to remove
The rider too established to remove; conscious awareness a witness to the ghoul
unable to neutralise its hold; the rider bringing misery into life
Connecting demons and dark desires to this consciousness,
preventing the use of freewill; attracting the attention of angelic presence
which detects the fugue which grips the human from time to time.
The darkness grips the human in a fatal hold,
forcing the wrong decisions to be made ......
And the adult is powerless, for it was the child who welcomed the rider
and befriended it in times of complete innocence.
And life has been one misadventure after misadventure
And the adult is powerless, for it was the child who welcomed the rider
and befriended it in times of complete innocence.
And life has been one misadventure after misadventure
Desperation and disaster have materialised at every corner
Rendering progress to be slow ...
Matthew James Saturday, 8 March 2003