The Seamstress.

 In this material world

We only see

What we really

Want to see

And that in turn

Is good enough

For you and me

 

But there is something there

Larger than life

It keeps this chaos

From overflowing

Keeps us united

Keeps us growing

 

And it shines out

So we don’t go astray

It is everything natural

Or supernatural

Physical and impossible

And night and all day

 

Just like a well packed cushion

Filled with life’s stuffing

The seams are tight and perfect

And keeps us on the inside

Protected

From all what lies on the outside

 

Indescribable to you and me

We don’t need to know

What we don’t want to know

And what is harmless

Is best left unsaid

And what is out there

Is best put to bed

 

And our curious minds

Are burnt by the flame

Of the bedside candle light

So the seamstress made us a bed

And a place of protection

She keeps us from harm

 

She feeds us and cares for us

And with timeless charm

She places a shield between us

And what could be

When the world is uncovered

To be not at all pretty

 

And the lambs are all wolves

And the doves are all vultures

The monkeys are monstrous

And we are fools blinded by time

 

Somewhere and somehow

The seamstress has encased humanity

In a room that us humans

Can never see

The builder with his wise hands

Built the base of this seven sided room

Crazy paving from an astute mind

 

Then the carpenter carved away

Using the finest wood

Donated by Mother Nature

All three protectors

Worked hand in hand

Building an impossible room

In a far off land

 

Hidden from the curious

A safe haven for all below

In the middle of this room

A pedestal of Greek proportions

Holding delicately

And so securely

Everything that is humanity

And everything she knows

 

The only way to enter this room

Is by way of the seven mirrors

That surrounds and encases

Our pride and joy

Every mirror has a shadow

One seventh of a demon

That in whole

Could destroy all of humanity

 

But the guardians in the room

Have faith in us humans

Betting their work on us moral souls

So in a faraway land

Humanity is protected

Surrounded by seven shadows

Incarcerated in time

 

So there stands a haven

To the essence of life

So there stands a prison

To the destroyers of life

A complex puzzle

The seamstress believes cannot be solved

Humanity will survive

And humanity will evolve

 

The seamstress did not see

Any way she could be betrayed

She was positive and confident

In the choices she has made

Adamant her plan would survive time

Not knowing what would come

Through decadence and crime

 

As stiches are made

They can easily come undone

As light shines into mirrors

Sending shadows to corners

Where they are left unwatched

And are left to play

Organizing themselves

For the end of days.

The Whole World Is Coming Undone.

 This play of words

Is put on fast forward

We did not expect this

We did not see it coming

The screech of voices

We could not hear

It drove the dogs mad

And the cats ran away in fear

 

Nature could see the warning signs

But nature was ignored

As always we were petulant

To our demise

We laughed in the face of anyone

And branded it hearsay and lies

 

We were too headstrong and too confident

We thought our selves superheroes

We thought our selves to be larger than life

We idiots thought we were indestructible

 

Overconfident with our lives

We was all too busy having fun

That is when the world started

To become undone

 

There were cracks in the dams

Holding back the tide of the damned

And the porcelain china never used

Was becoming so soiled and abused

 

And cover ups from the media

So not to cause distress

And the internet was blanketed

With a huge type of net

 

Trying to keep the disorder amassed

From the four corners of the world

As minimal as possible

All the seams started to unfold

 

Bloodshed was on a large scale

Litres of human life spilt in the alleyway

Of decadence and frustration

The fabric of humanity was soiled

 

Everything that was moral and we lived for

Was now cast in doubt and turmoil

When the whole world was not ready to run

That is when things started to come undone

 

The seven shadows grew restless

Their patience was epic

First they had to step into the human world

Before they could arise again united

 

Each shadow had a purpose

A sort of goal to fulfil

They had a strategy

Impressum

Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: Darren Hobson
Lektorat: Darren Hobson
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 25.02.2015
ISBN: 978-3-7368-8081-8

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When the end of the world is seen on the horizon I am glad I have my muse from Calabria by my side, because she makes the darkest days brighter. This book is dedicated to everyone who has ever suffered by the lack of humanity.