Secrets and Obsessions



Obsessions once revealed
Leave the soul naked
And the heart vulnerable
So we hide them away
Where no one can see
Our little secret

The secrets revealed
Expose the hard truth
We share them in faith
And hope that love stays
We open our hearts
Lay it on the line
That’s the first mistake


Napoleon believed our obsessions
Are the best way to govern our perspective
Because our obsessions can hold us hostage
Shackled to our deepest secrets
Daring us to reveal our egos
I have secrets and obsessions
I know that you have them too
It’s the mysterious inner glue
That binds us to ourselves
Without secrets and obsessions
We’re incomplete
Kick it……
Secrets and obsessions, transgressions and digressions
Concessions and confessions lead to many unanswered questions
We are obsessive about our obsessions our truths kept in suppression
So what’s the suggestion
Unsuppress the suppression?
No way
Secrets are here to stay
They’re untold portions of our stories
Truths we should never reveal
Something to conceal
Secrets not meant to dissolve into memories
But become raindrops in our attics
Obsessions make us addicts
Deep in the cathedrals of desire
Go lower but take me higher
Where we worship our master
In hallways of internal adversity
Where perversity is in such diversity its an alert for me
Some things that a lover should never see
But for me that was not to be
I let her see and she laughed at me
Now I know she knows the worst of me
So out of courtesy I’ll let you see the destiny hidden inside of me
I’m a catastrophe of hypocrisy
An oddity without a prophesy
And that hurts me
So now you see secrets are meant to be
Covered with a veil of mediocrity
I offer no apology just keep the wall in front of me
Secrets and Obsessions
Best to hold them internally


Keyboard Troll



They put on a cloak at work
To hide from the nine to five
A different one designed for friends
Just to prove that they’re alive
Whenever they are wherever they go
An assortment of cloaks appear
To hide from everyone else around
And cover up their sneers
But the darkest cloak they own
Is the one they don when home alone
To hide them from the one true view
Their own reflection on a screen of blue
When they get behind their keyboard
The veils of deception fall away
Their true selves surf the webbing trap
In camouflaged search of prey
Maybe they search like predators
On the unsuspecting young at play
Maybe they scour political bullshit
To capture a validation of what they say
Their lonely eyes view their lives
From the vision of many strangers
Unaware of who gets hurt
Unaware that they’re the dangers
Infecting a teenager
Just to engage her
But the strange changer robs the manger
With his misconception as a re-arranger
Displaced perception
Wearing a cloak of deception
But he must complete a task
He pulls away his mask
Takes a long hit from his flask
To take us on his ride
The stranger is the troll in cloaked disguise
Sick and demented deep inside
But he can’t hide
He’ll never stay
If we rip the sheep clothing off his back
And lock his ass away