UNBLOCKED WRITER

The collision of words. 

A crash designed by a practiced hand.
An unforgiving mind endless of full thots.
Placed ideally in lines that coexist with the ever flowing ink.
Undiluted eyes having perfections perception.
Untainted versions of “my definition.”

Now only callus hope in another line worth its writing.
Just Another facsimile never to be read aloud.
Never to reach the ears of “them.”
Yet to ricochet within walls of clichéd phrases and lost thots pouring from my mind.
A mind closed only to the “sane” slavish masses.
Those average minds affixed on societies  social acceptance.
Minds closed to all but the concepts of practiced “good vs. evil.”
Yet never knowing the truth of it.
Never wanting to be more than a void.
An empty shell cracked and broken under the pressure of society’s willingness to lie down and accept their coercion.
Swallowing the truth of their denial.
Unable to see the blatant lies.

You’re forgiven your ignorance.
The volition not to see the truth.
Your compliance in having your mind closed off.

NOW; Read my words.

Heed them all if you can truly hear them.
Try to understand my acerb insensitive feelings and thots.
Thots that attach themselves to my pages with a differ-ent false name each time.
A differ-ent way not to conform to the manufactured system.

I am iconoclast on paper.
The fifth columnist in dark ink.
The enemy synonymous to nobody.
A withstanding adversary to the growing strength of technology and its grasp on humanity.