Poetry - Experimental

The Bait


I can feel opposition. The microaggressions. In a much spiritual way, I feel the enemy. The enemy's energy. A spirit that is heavy not with grief but of anger.
The difference between emotions and spirits. They both have a feel. But they are in different locations. Emotions can be controlled by a spirit. But the emotions come from within. A spirit's energy starts on the "perimeter" of self.
What is the perimeter of self. Anger is heavy, much like grief. I think that is why grief often goes to anger.
What do you do with opposition? When you feel it, when you are aware that you are surrounded. The moment you become aware of your position, is the same moment you realize you have opps. You become aware of your accomplishments, at the exact time you understand.
Can you see the bait? The half life worm, wiggling and seducing your senses to take a bite The golden apple, radiantly dancing, asking you to indulge The money, appealing to your sense of freedom The status, creating an illusion of power and fame
Do you feel it? Conversations and songs with themes of sin Sin dressed as entertainment and living life Arguments filled with heat that escapes through violent actions Words teased and tasseled to convey and convict the enemy is not horned and hairy in this physical world Spirits cling to your desires No matter how good the intention The perversion wills intention to its knees
Have you seen the call? The call to freedom through impure acts The carelessness of community The all talk, no build The illusion The bait The capture The kill The bait
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