deus ex machina.

Deus Ex Machina.
______________

Silence..
The only
response
suiting of
a False Heart.

and The best
way to win
the Game?

(don't play
it.)

Bury
Everything..
and leave
Sad little
Angels to
their Grim
Design.
_

Did you
think you
were different
J?

Sitting in
your Glass
House, filling
the walls with
smoke, as the
The Angel took
your Blues
away?!

Back you
go now..
Back you
GO.

(into the
Flames.)
_

I have Dreams
of Puppets (who
look like me)
dancing at the
foot of my bed
so merrily that
I almost think
(at first)
they are harbingers
of Destiny..

but,..they are
Frauds..such
as  sentiments
like:"Forever"
or: "You
are my
Everything!"

(and those many
hateful singular
and Plural GODS.)
_

This is my
altar..
this electronic
box capable
of holding
novels upon
novels of
My twisted
thoughts for
anyone to
See.

But do
I care?

Do they
Care?

(is there
ANYONE
left who
truly READS?!)
_

Between the
Lines I shall
stand, like a
pacifist solider
too preoccupied
with wars in his
head to care
about yours.

Or theirs..

(or anyone
who pretends
to care.)
__

This is
MY GOD
NOW.

(deus ex machina.)

And no
Angels are
ALLOWED.

j.stephen.h.