"Funhouse Mirrors"

 

David Chapman-aritst

Look into the eyes

vacant sockets

hollowed by decadence

and despair

distortions of reality

rippled and waved by experiences

your view, my view

righteous and indignant

warped by conspiracy

Look at the smile

deceitful daggers

grotesque with innuendo

and disbelief

twists of faith

buckled and bent by interpretations

your view, my view

dishonorable and  corrupt

perverted by unknowns

Look for the Truth

barren words

spoken through slanders 

and mystique

sleight of hand

molded and modified by consequences

your view, my view

devout and extreme

destroyed by secrecy

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

"Funhouse Mirrors"

Look into the eyes     

vacant sockets   

hollowed by decadence      

and despair   

distortions of reality   

rippled and waved by experiences   

your view, my view     

righteous and indignant   

warped by conspiracy   

Look at the smile  

deceitful daggers  

grotesque with innuendo   

and disbelief    

twists of faith   

buckled and bent by interpretations   

your view, my view   

dishonorable and  corrupt   

perverted by unknowns  

Look for the Truth   

barren words  

spoken through slanders     

and mystique  

sleight of hand   

molded and modified by consequences  

your view, my view  

devout and extreme   

destroyed by secrecy   

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

 

"Funhouse Mirrors"

Look into the eyes     

vacant sockets   

hollowed by decadence     

and despair   

distortions of reality   

rippled and waved by experiences   

your view, my view     

righteous and indignant   

warped by conspiracy   

Look at the smile   

deceitful daggers   

grotesque with innuendo   

and disbelief   

twists of faith   

buckled and bent by interpretations   

your view, my view   

dishonorable and corrupt   

perverted by unknowns   

Look for the Truth   

barren words   

spoken through slanders     

and mystique   

sleight of hand   

molded and modified by consequences   

your view, my view   

devout and extreme   

destroyed by secrecy   

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

I never know where I'll find inspiration for a poem. My mother's rediscovered "The X-Files" and a recent cluster of episodes triggered the idea for this piece.