The Hand is Your Soul, Puppet....

The Hand is Your Soul, Puppet....

A Poem by Cerebriation
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Unique structure. Powerful Message.... The structure isn't quite the same in the final draft as it is here. I guess you will just have to deal... :)

"
With no pen
   You write nothing
        
             With no voice
Nothing heard

Not one word

Not now           Not ever

You are not clever
I'm better
                            I see you
I got you
            I get you

I get that you are nothing
                       Meaningless
You are but a speck
     On a speck
                              On a speck
That's right,
                          I said it

No significance
                      Lies upon you
Other significants
                               Lie
                        They own you
                     Being weak
             Is your weakness
Good at not being there
             Just a puppet
    Her puppet
           His puppet
                                My puppet
Don't speak,
                   Unless I say so
                              Remember
                             You're not there
            You're not their
Not here
              Anywhere

          Without that hand,
              You are but cloth
Nothing
  A puppet is always
    A puppet
                                   
                       Nothing more........

© 2011 Cerebriation


Author's Note

Cerebriation
JG, Late 2010

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The sad part is sometimes we don't realise we're voluntary puppets to live and to others until the stage of life.. great write..xx

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Cerebriation
Cerebriation

Aiken, SC



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My name is Justin. I'm an Instrument/Electrical Technician, IT Professional, singer, writer, artist, and whatever else you want to call me. I write what I feel and sometimes it feels me. My life ha.. more..