DEATH Poem: Return Back to Sender, by Reebie Flowers

Imagine casting in The Truman Show. Unbeknownst to you, your Truman…“Who all actually knows?” Misspoken lies and glamorized illusions…Are characterized by distorted confusions. Unfolding truths, opened realms… Of seeing others on repeat. Such defeat overwhelmes. Temperament in roles … unknowingly holds.

Strenuous hours on unanchored actors…Produced spectators with a grin and hands that read “traitor”. Participating in unordained events… That doesn’t protect all in its covenant… Represents a weakened system, only ruling for consumption. Vamping energy…Like it’s nothing.

Flaunting to amplify propaganda…Through entangled projections. Anything it takes, to increase views rating.

Grand exposures are met with lane closures… Unintended malfunctions got trafficked in manipulative conjunctions.

Interconnecting… Sought interconnection. Which interconnected, the moment of clarity. Third eye insight. Vanity!!! The type that doesn’t just flow …Grows.

A dissector is not supposed to overreact once it is registered. Divine time is supposed to teach. Lessons from failed actions, when acting.

Unaware of deceptions deceit. Unturnable effects… Leaving a stain of regret. That smell must reeks!

When the scripted tasks…siphoned energy, that heightened senses …Which could determine, whose foe? Enemy…?

Look through, that is hoping to pamper from someone else’s consolidation… Focus on you. By any means necessary, dead the notion of moving ineffectively. Checker in… chess moves, that brings positive in revelation. An Indescribable interpretation… Disguised as the attempt to reclaim classification.

Signify a thrill…When the blindness prevented the reveal. Stagnation of forwardness, discredit the attempt of an emotional death. Deluding realness, will not disenfranchise trueness.