A Puppeteer

Poem By Ekaterina Polishchuk

Today I lost my power, mind, reason…
All thoughts mixed with fear and nonsense
I stay at home, imagine rainy season.
My sloth is of dreams an awful fence.

I watch the world and see a lot of people
Are going on this planet poor flesh,
They hurt it down, kill and always cripple
By throwing loathing, their lives trash.

I see the dolls just going to a mad man,
Who always waits for us to catch the soul.
He has a secret, guile and a ban,
To steal the life of people is his goal.

A Puppeteer is an elusive horror
For those who lives in slave of their blind,
Who is in fog of folly, proud and honor.
He is a thought or our funky mind.

He waits for us around life corner,
He wants to own everything we hold.
He is absurd, of tears ugly loner,
Alchemist who from iron makes gold.

He smiles controlling our pleasant future,
Creating masks and writing world play,
He has of spirit and a human feature
But we don`t like about him to say.

We should to live in love to pass the clown,
Be careful to open fears cage,
To make the life, with happy veil it gown,
To step by one of dreams and hope stage.

Comments about A Puppeteer

This is the great poem that has truly stuck to my mind thanks to the vivid and marvelous images.Thank you very much
You are good with metaphors and here the old idea of the puppeteer or puppet master has been well explored with a fresh approach and a world view beyond religion to a greater realisation for self and universally for us all.
''He has a secret, guile and a ban, To steal the life of people is his goal.'' that mad man symbolizes the Satan, the evil, and we are in hands of are puppets, .....we are not free? yes, it suffocated me a lot.........................................
Yahoo! True to my feelings this poem ran with some interesting lines like these which are creating vivid picture on my mind. A salute thee, I hail thee, I hope you can nail these kinds of puppeteers........... Who is in fog of folly, proud and honor. He is a thought or our funky mind.


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