Art and the Hidden Messages Inside
Art and the Hidden Messages Inside
A Preview to Destruction
Background:.................................................. .............................
Naked, Art wakes bound to a cold metal table, unable to break free
Tainted dart, takes down lieutenant Shaible, unstable, hooked to IV's
Humvee's booked by medal'd crooks, floor pedals to metal, shook
by cook books, an appetite of destruction, concealed on IC's. Look
deep to peep the inner secrets imbedded deep in the governed tissue
of a Government Issue, a misuse of fissile technology, all for a policy
foreign to me. Adorned by a cause & sworn enemy, work'n endlessly
at frenzied speeds with an end less seen... death, vengeance & greed
Evil, seeds the flower beds of theodicy, and enemies beyond the sea
as beau monde decrees drip from the lips of a Kings poisoned speech
hemlock swallowers flock to follow words fired by hollow points preached
where negotiations reached, bleed fast & uranium seeps past! Breached!
Lieut. Art, Shaible.................................................. ....................
Woozy from the drug laced dart, awakes to find himself held captive
active scans of Gamma, raise questions as X-rays display interactive
plans ablazed & coded by ways of digital frames mazed on Micro-chips
un phased by waves of time, & unscathed by days gone by. Carbon ships
steam past, all ITAR screens fast, w/ hidden message ridden in presage
the foreshadowing here, forever shadows our fears, leaving impressions
deeper inspections reveal bio medics concealed under deadly intentions
as tensions build w/ 32 North, 53 East, , the political inflections are clear!
the ghost made surgeon lurking the abysmal halls of back alley torture
tore thru Lieut's torso w/ ease of a hot knife thru a morsel of tender flesh
red blooded American ran thick on the gurney while screams unnerved
the clergy who gathered to witness the extraction of secrets unearthed
from the bowls of the unsuspecting, unrelenting the surgeon hacked on
flesh clung to instruments of choice gushing fountains of life danced on
crescendos of blood curdling screams and blood hurtling streams
crash on the galvanized surface of the metallic lair & accent the dreary
weary veins pump forth the sticky fluids of Art, painting a portrait in parts
a clank of the surgeons' tool on a sterile plate indicates X hit its mark
hidden in Art, the first of 3 messages removed of a void near his heart
applause from the clergy erupted as Art convulsed in buckets of his own
a gall stone fortress held the second of 3 hidden inside flesh and bone
the scalpel ran past the fatty tissues of liver and deep into the mid right
of his abdomen, fecal matter escaped his naked carcass in plain sight
of uniformed men, life trickled & gurgled forth from the lips of an officer
unbeknownst to him, a fallen solider tended to on a larger field of battle
came home with more than just shrapnel, sutures and combat fatigue
indeed, something deposited inside hid behind the scars of democracy
catapulted up through the ranks our dear lieutenant fought the hypocrisy
once wounded on blood drenched fields in fallen Babylon, modern battle
won, the menacing face of terror surfaced in the form of a roadside bomb
the injured G.I.'s name was held from all records, his efforts were covert
the same surgeon who zipped him up then, was now undoing old hurts
two encapsulated packages sat next to soiled tools, the third anchored
its self to a fragment logged deep in his hip, Art's legs twitched violently
as his tattered body contorted defiantly to sounds of the tool in his hip
The drill bit ripped through the old wounds & bore through until plumes
of smoke from friction burns & singed flesh poured through the cold room
Arming sequences & codes to Pakistani Nukes along w/ plans for doom
were transferred to an Axis of Evil, long devout on decimating the Jew
operating room scrubs, soaked in the livid colors of an American youth
left behind, as were the grisly remains of 'carnage... that stained truth
sustained proof can be measured in the 'fall out', that still... claims fruit!
Hidden messages in Art played key part...................................................
.......................................in start of what's come to be known as the end
The Seven Day War waged on foreign shores...........................................
.............................erased militarized lines & reshaped the tribes of men
Foreground:.................................................. .......................................
Tehran harnessed the powers of Islam & showered the Sleeping Lion in Zion
& the Paper Tiger in the West by raining warheads seized in a coup d'etat
of course fire was returned in force, as guided missiles screamed over head
lands racked with sand began to be wiped from maps as innocence napped
& woke to violent diarrhea, radioactive craps, the lucky ones returned to ash
in the flash of a centrifuge firing a chain reaction through enriched materials
in which imperialists list as contraband & demand conformance by command
of United Nations that threatened sanctions, same as deposed leader Saddam
who bathe in the wealth of which that came from the same scum, all along
oil 4 food proved lucrative crude can elude shrewd poker face politics brewed
fresh from the grind, 'Red Button' pressed, it's ashes to ashes...........
.............................................& dust to dust for the rest of our kind!!!
...Mankind was taken back 3000 years
............blurred lines and messages in Art
......................delivered us from the evils men spark
.............................blown back to the age of the spear
.......................................a new world emerged from the haze
.................................................. ...by tears laid to earth in dawn of a new day...
By: Bounce
