Poetry
 
Dark passengers _ 
The art of persuasion bites the dust, culture shocked by opinion’s endless social comment. Cognitive dissonance sheds truth through social habits of magical thinking conjured up by stupid power play spreads for all to see. Social medias’ greatest poison springs from those wells of thought, word, action, habit divides. Characters who once kept their own business now feel the need to spread vitriol in your face where projections of mind cross onto main street. Inner worlds where life forms creep, unseen hidden patterned elementals from conscious divides. Tip toeing through out the day where idle thought allows loose temporal suggestions to slide right in with ill defined out of place verbal junk. A dark passenger surfaces hell to be made when light shines an inner truth wretched thing. An ear whisper of delicate touch such is the correspondence of conscious thought subtle perspective sensates of malevolent means. The hellish companion once witnessed by street
light, a viscous cloud of dark matter hell bound.
To have had it’s way with her decades in the
making, such a thing as this sourced from once were
cauldrons where love’s sure light never shines it’s truth. Hellish spirits voice up the process, those lost shadows one step behind just off to the side. Opposites attract, they always have, divine providence at play where even the demons in those hells have fingers writing on their dark hearts. 
 - O - © 27th oct 2021 _ Ioan James Daniel
This is the ENDEAVOUR AGENCIES poetry site. All verse is intended to promote discussion and bring enjoyment to the reader. no rhyme scheme _ 11 syllables / line.
author’s notes _ no rhyme scheme _ 11 syllables / line. There was a time when stupidity of the woke crowd never made it past the barbecue in the back yard on a saturday arv. How times change when that sense of entitlement makes it’s way out into the public domain as the Dunning Kruger takes effect the entitlement people shower on themselves hidden behind nondescript no name avatars in social media. Teen suicides result when bullying takes hold.
When people affected with this social malaise bring it into your face by telling you to walk on a particular side of the footpath you begin to sense the worm has really turned. The worst are thse joggers whose sense of entitlement in Cairns anyway has taken them from their training tracks onto the esplanade footpath where families walk and shoot the breeze. No matter they’ve come up with their own rules for footpaths and if you are a pedestrian you’d better get out of their way particularly if you are walking solo and a senior citizen. As the esplanade devolves into joggers running straight at you these people do not understand there are no L - R rules for sidewalks. So what do I do? ... well you can’t but help stir the possum or rattle the cage eh!