Sparky

Sparky

by dan ankers

Sparks in the brain

evokes subtle gain

Provokes the train of this insane brigade

Will myself to remain

this homegrown blade

this product of first-world suffering and pain

Sparks on my mind

Foreclose father time

and necessitate the needing of my hasty retreating

back to a world

where my soul

is not bleeding

Where essence of self

is cinch-tied to infinity

and silences the clockwork, which exposes my divinity

And just in case

you don’t approve

of these messages I leave

Well I can see your soul too

Tis the reason I believe

That despite all this misery

and despite

all the hate

Humanity is destined for

a non-predestined fate

And while embracing these moments

this man embraced himself

and he saw in his vision

the first of many peaks to climb

And

He knew how to change

this world so

deranged

And

He knew how to change

this planet enflamed

Speak up, use your voice

use your hands

use your will

As the heart of the human

should never be tamed

In this valley of sameness

you mind is the blade

and

On this battlefield called life

the truth is your shield

Through this valley of death

where the wind steals your breath

raise your hand

It’s your right to reclaim it

Because in a moment of life

you are there, then are smoke

and on sand-dunes of death

remain nameless…

Therefore, it is better to have struggled

with your might

for these moments

as the world, your enslaver, vies to keep them

and worse still while alive

then, to know you have died

as your soul

and your mind

are held captive